Uptown Spunk
Unexpected incest at a strip club for women.
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Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.

This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.

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His theme song, Uptown Funk, was cued up. It was a remixed, longer version of the hit single. The first bit of lyrics blared out.

Doh

Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh

Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh

He stepped out onto center stage.

"Awwwwright, ladies!" primed the announcer.

He was dressed in a navy pin-stripe suit, white shirt, and sky blue tie in bare feet. A 1940's style fedora was cocked to one side and masked his youthful, handsome face. His arms were outstretched in front of him, one hand over the other. This was his entrance pose.

Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh

His hips swiveled to the left and to the right and back, eliciting screams of delight and desire from the audience.

"You know him! You love him! You can't live without him!"

Doh doh doh, doh duh

"BobbyThreads!!"

Aaaaaaow!

The spotlight hit Robert Dante, 23. The recent college graduate, who was unable to get a job in his field because of lack of experience, strutted out to the front of the stage and began his show at The Ladies Room, the premiere strip club for women in New York's Westchester County on this Saturday night.

Before him was a smaller-than-usual audience of screaming, horny women who had a drink in one hand and a dollar bill in the other. The Ladies Room had been closed to the public this evening, reserved for a special party. It was a divorce party, or as some called it, a divorce shower, the antithesis of a bridal shower.

The 6 foot Adonis sauntered out to near the edge of the stage and danced. His routine included plenty of strutting, hip undulations, self-pleasuring, and thrusting of his groin.

Gotta kiss myself I'm so pretty!

At this point, young Dante kissed his right hand, dropped it to his crotch, and started to sensually rub the coveted, growing bulge. This got the women, like every night he performed, screeching in voyeuristic glee.

I'm too hot (hot damn)

Called a police and a fireman

I'm too hot (hot damn)

Make a dragon wanna retire, man

I'm too hot (hot damn)

Say my name you know who I am

I'm too hot (hot damn)

Am I bad 'bout that money

Break it down

"Come on, Threads!" and "Come on down!" they encouraged, many waving their hands in the universal "come over here" signal.

Robert was now revolving his ass while playing pocket-pool. The girls were ogling and mewing as he stroked his dick. He could see the breakdown in terms of looks for this private party was the usual. 60% were anywhere from cute to hot, another 20% were water buffalos, and the other 20% were so fat you'd need a building permit to mount them.

After he got his cock at full mast, he slinked down the small staircase to the audience, his outstretched suit pants leading the way.

'Cause Uptown Funk gonna give it to you

'Cause Uptown Funk gonna give it to you

'Cause Uptown Funk gonna give it to you

Saturday night and we're in the spot

Don't believe me, just watch (Come on)

Standing in front of the women, Bob strutted to the left and to the right. He rolled his hips and fucked the air. Then he was still.

Stop!

Wait a minute!

Threads tossed away his fedora in a windmill-like motion, revealing to all the ladies his youthful, fine-looking, smiling face.

He proceeded to his appointed destination. This was the center of the room where the "star" of the evening was seated on a plush love seat. The star was the woman who just got divorced, who he was supposed to "entertain". But first he had to maneuver through her coworkers.

Bob moved about the screaming, adoring, eager female group. Like a politician working the crowd, he would briefly stop to let them touch him. And touch they did. Actually 'maul' would be a more appropriate description.

Hands were all over Bobby Thread's body, especially his groin and butt. They heatedly grabbed his erection, caressing the fabric-covered stalk, and palming the rigid length. Two or three cupped his balls. They squeezed his rear, as if hurriedly inspecting the ripeness of selected fruit.

He stopped; they squeezed. He loved it; they loved it.

Smoother than a fresh jar o' Skippy

"Oh, he's so hard!"

"Love your big dick, Bobby!"

"Hmmmm!"

"Nice buns, baby!"

As he cut a swath through the bevy of women, their hands also rubbed his chest and played with his tie. A few ladies made him stop to get a brief kiss. The bold ones hiked up their dresses to display to him that they went commando. Several stuck dollar bills, pieces of paper with telephone numbers on them, or business cards into his jacket pockets. Moreover they shoved the crumbled items into his front pants pockets to get a quick feel of the protruding manhood.

After he got through the gauntlet of girls, the stud was now before the divorced star of the night.

Whew he silently whispered to himself.

This evening's star was attractive, which meant she would get the "full package." This was lingo between him and his male colleagues meaning that during a private party such as this, if the star was good-looking they could suck and fuck the stripper.

The woman sitting before him was in her late 30s, with dirty blonde hair. Her 'little black dress' did a remarkable job at telling Threads that this woman's ex was brain dead. Her braless breasts, the size of fresh cantaloupes, heaved with her excited breathing and looked like they were going to jump out of the spacious top. Her nipples were turgid. The hem of the dress did a lousy job at covering but did a marvelous job at highlighting her ivory, naked thighs. Her legs appeared short, but got his attention. They were crossed, with the feet in black "fuck me" pumps. Her blue eyes sparkled with desire.

"Martha?" he inquired. He personally thought it was dumb that he had to ask the girl sitting in the love seat her name. His boss said customers love hearing their own name.

"Mmmm!" she salaciously confirmed with a slow nod. She sized up Bob, eventually eyeing his swaying hips and thrusting, mountainous crotch.

"Nice to meet you Martha," he said, offering her a smoky, sexy look and cocky smile.

"NICE to meet you, Bobby Threads!"

Their eyes locked onto each other.

"Please, it's Marti." She lowered her gaze to his undulating erection, then returned to meet his eyes. She sensually licked her lips.

"And Marti wants to party," she hissed in a tone full of carnal confidence and hunger.

Hah!

She leaned forward toward the raven-haired stripper, offering him the lovely sight of her naked breasts dancing below the neckline. With her eyes still transfixed on his, she placed her hand on the top of his bulge. She seductively rubbed the cockhead, first with her palm and then the flats of her fingers.

Hah!

"Ohhhh!" the young stallion moaned, tossing his head back.

Marti, staring intently at this virile specimen of hardness, licked her lips when she felt it pulsate. She moved her hand like she was absentmindedly wiping a dish. The amorous beauty guessed he was at least seven inches.

While she fondled Threads her thong was saturating rapidly, her juices steadily flowing into the gusset. Her still-crossed thighs were also getting smeared. When she slipped her hand between Bob's thighs to cup his nuts, she naughtily wondered about the vast amount of cum which was brewing down there. She rubbed her greasy thighs together, elicited a soft moan, and then splayed them apart.

The song moved into the remixed portion which was primarily music and the occasional Hah! thrown in for an erotic effect.

Threads plied himself away from Marti's hand and continued his routine. It was known through The Ladies' Room "community" that the patrons paid to see the strippers do the Full Monty, jerk off and ejaculate in front of the evening star...or in the star's mouth...or in her cunt.

Michelangelo's David shimmied and shook, undulated and danced in his suit for about a minute more in front of the evening's star. This intentional delay was to get her and the crowd worked up. It was successful.

"Take it off!" they screamed loudly.

Bobby, maintaining his enticing gyrations, spread open his jacket, removed it and tossed it to the floor. He strutted in front of the divorcee, letting her and the others view his sculpted chest through the fitted dress shirt.

Next off was the tie, which he unknotted and worked like a lasso around Marti's neck, pulling her in for a kiss. The lip-lock was hot and hungry, their eager tongues dueling with each other.

Marti's sexual arousal was intensifying. Lately she was enjoying a gratifying bi fling with her coworker. Just the other night her friend, who Marti had seduced into the Sapphic realm, gave her cunt a tongue-lashing which caused the dirty blonde to see stars. But Marti could never forget the incredible feel all straight women love...that of a hard, robust, and insatiable cock plowing away at their drooling twat.

She broke the French kiss and furiously grabbed Bob by the open collar. With two fistfuls of the crumbled, pointed material, Marti tore open his shirt.

"Aaarrghhh!" she yelled in triumphant.

Almost all of the shirt buttons went flying like shrapnel as the insatiable woman revealed to herself and her coworkers Bob's Herculean pecs and six-pack abs.

A chorus of "Ohhhh!" went up from the female surveyors, some putting up their hands to block the incoming buttons. Marti just panted, staring at the youthful, masculine chest adorned with black, curly hair. She licked her lips at his prominent, upright nipples. Animalistically she lunged for the left one, carefully wrapping her lips around it.

"Oh, fuck!" exclaimed the strapping lad.

The cougar beauty nuzzled the teat hungrily, released it, dragged the flat of her tongue across his chest to the other pink cap and suckled it as well.

Rounds of "Yeah, Marti!" and "Do it!" came from the onlookers.

Despite the pleasure he was enjoying, the stripper stepped away from the voracious MILF and danced a bit more, now only clad in his pants. He cast a quick look around the room. Women were standing or seated at their tables watching him. The horniest ones at the tables had their legs spread and rubbing themselves. There were even two babes, sitting side-by-side, rubbing each other. One heifer was flashing her boobs at him. Then all their voices were raised, thanks to his next feat.

"Yeah!!" was the approving cheer in unison.

Bobby Threads had quickly pulled off his pants—his tear-away pants, tossed them, and was now dancing in only a satin, royal blue G-string.

At this point, there wasn't a pair of dry female underwear in the club. Also the women who were individually and mutually rubbing themselves quickened their pace.

Bob stood with his feet apart, arms pulled back and his muscular chest out. He stood proud—and excited. This was his drug of choice, standing virtually naked in front of horny women with his big hard cock, barely and tightly encased in a hyped-up Speedo, sticking out at them like a tree branch. It gave him such a rush,

The studly dancer put his hands behind his head and slinked back in front of Marti. He shook his ass, and thrusted his crotch at her. Her eyes had a glassy appearance and it seemed like she was hyperventilating. Threads put one leg up on the back of the love seat. Marti's eyes widen at the sight of his lean thighs parting and being stretched, revealing only inches away the equally-stretched G-string. Bob shook his moneymaker at the her.

Marti leaned in quickly and engulfed the erection, whorishly sucking on the top portion through the cobalt material.

"Uugghhhh!" wailed Bob.

His next wail was even louder and got a riotous cheer from the crowd. The divorcee was carefully using her teeth to put a little pressure around the edge of the cock-crown. At the same time her hand cradled his balls, massaging them through the taut fabric. Finally the white-hot babe just started licking up and down the covered shaft, frantically and shamelessly.

Threads felt like his pupils were going to launch out of their sockets. This woman was going ape-shit on his dick—through the G-string. He quickly surmised she could probably suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. It's a good thing he took as always the PE pill before he hit the stage. He knew without the pre-performance tablet he would have cum right now.

The rambunctious audience let loose with a filthy chant. "Suck that dick! Suck that dick!"

She reached for the waistband of the blue pouch. At the same time, his stretched thigh suddenly pained him. The excruciating sensation was too much for him.

"Marti! Marti! My thigh—it's killing me. Let go, let me stand," he begged, unfolding his leg from the back of the chair.

As the stripper moved back so that he could stand, her hand going for the G-string never made it, while the other and her mouth were dislodged from his crotch. It was an abrupt interruption but understandable. The interruption also caused her to remember a promise she made.

The blonde MILF jumped up from the love seat and stood right in front of him. She was so close to Bob that his still-covered pecker was flat against her stomach. The crowd shrieked in delight.

"Hmmm, Bobby Threads," she purred in his ear, "before you fuck my brains out, would you mind if my good friend joins us?"

She didn't let him answer, simply dabbing her tongue at his earlobe, causing him to shiver.

"Don't worry, she's a hottie like me. She's not as hot as me," she snickered, "but you WON'T be disappointed. The poor thing hasn't had cock in—shit, longer than me! I agreed to let her suck you before you fuck me. Is that ok, hmmm?"

Despite Bob's head nodding swiftly in anxious agreement, Marti continued on, her fingernails lightly scratching his chest, going down his stomach to his protrusion.

"Is that ok, Bobby Threads? Having one hot, horny cougar blow you and then fuck another hot, horny cougar—right here in front of all these other woman? she seductively inquired.

Her hand made its way under the waistband. Marti was now holding the bare, stiff, and pulsing cock.

"Oh, Bobby! I could see you had a big cock as you were dancing, but now..." her palm had covered the spacious vein which ran along the shaft, "I can feel it!"

She nibbled on his earlobe. His eyes rolled back in his head.

"It would really mean a lot to me to see my friend suck this big, bad-boy," she naughtily prattled on, giving his erection a lustful squeeze.

"Aaahhh!" he exhaled.

"Maybe, I'll help her...would you like that, Threads? Would like that—two women going down on you at the same time?"

Stimulated yet very frustrated, Bob growled, "Yes!"

"Good."

With her response, Marti yanked down the G-string. Bob's sizeable penis, harder than Chinese algebra, popped out and bounced against his washboard stomach. Marti's eyes along with the eyes of every woman in The Ladies Room flared open, seeing Bobby Threads' cock in the literal flesh.

The dirty blonde was enraptured by the male sex. She quickly scanned its 7 inch span, licked her lips at its lush girth, admired the well-kept pubic patch, then licked her lips again at the large, dark pinkish meatballs hanging underneath. The only thing wrong with this picture was the G-string which she had pulled down near mid thigh. She didn't want a stitch of clothing on her boy-toy. She frantically grabbed the material.

"Come on! Come on!" she urgently coached Bob to pull one leg than the other out of the underwear.

Marti, now on her knees, brought the sweaty, garment up to her nose. She inhaled deeply, letting his youthful, manly scent permeate her nose. She tossed the garment onto the chair and gazed upward. The naked Adonis towered over her, his hands on his hips, and a knowing grin on his face. Her face was so close to the luscious member. It was rock hard, sticking out like a flagpole and practically grazing her cheek.

Oh, how she wanted this young buck all to herself. But she recalled her promise to her lover. As horny she was, she couldn't break her friend's heart. That already had been done years ago. Almost reluctantly, she looked back over her shoulder and called out.

"Athena!"

Upon hearing that name Rob's head, like a deer who hears a twig snap in the silent woods, jerked up and his eyes flew to the same direction where Marti was looking.

Two women standing toward the right of the love seat stepped aside to allow a third woman to appear. This third one, a brunette, was ravishing. Her tan, curvaceous body was provocatively accented by her tangerine-colored dress. Though modest in terms of the others' high slits and plunging necklines, it did offer a decent view of cleavage. Its suggestiveness, though, was in its tightness. It was like the skin on a grape, highlighting her traffic-stopping breasts and flaring hips.

Bob's mouth dropped open. The sound of her four-inch stilettos, clicking on the floor as she made her way to the couple, cut through the music and the crowd's chatter, and reverberated in his ears.

Marti glanced at Bob. She chuckled at his astonished look. Then she viewed her friend. It always amazed her how Athena was a virtual copy of Sofia Vergara. Yet it bewildered Marti how her occasional bedmate looked so sheepishly now. The approaching beauty seemed embarrassed.

Young Dante's eyes blinked.

No! It can't be! screamed his frantic, tumultuous mind.

Athena's eyes were cast on to the floor. When she got close to Marti and the stripper, she looked at her on-and-off lover with a "What did you do?" look.

What the fuck is up with her? Marti silently wondered, then offered to herself, She must be in shock seeing such a stud with such a schlong.

Bob's mouth was in the shape of a capital 'O.'

The crowd had a new chant: "'thena! 'thena!"

Athena struggled to look up. Very gradually, her eyes met his.

"Bobby Threads," Marti introduced, "this is my friend, Athena."

The dancer and friend looked at each other. They were both mortified, trying desperately not to make it obvious to the others.

Bob stood in front of his 42 year-old mother, Athena, naked as the day she gave birth to him, and sporting a lengthy, aroused hard-on.

"Hello, Athena," he managed to softly croak.

"Hi, Bobby Threads."

Mother and son were beyond astounded at seeing each other at this moment in time, in this way, in this place. Time stopped for the two. They were suddenly, unexpectedly thrown into their own world. It was a world of utter shock and embarrassment.

His mind remembered Humphrey Bogart's famous Casablanca line: "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine."

Her mind was vehemently chastising, "Bobby, what are you doing here?!"

Their thoughts were a whirlwind of family history in a desperate attempt to wrap their minds around how the hell they could meet face-to-face, for the first time in over a decade, like this.

When Bob was seven, Athena discovered her husband had a penis problem: he couldn't keep it out of college-age girls but he could keep it of her. When the philandering was discovered, the Italian-Cuban wife was devastated and angry. She literally threw her husband's personal items on their front lawn and filed for divorce. The public humiliation was too much for him. When it was time for the child custody trial, he used his political and financial connections, and nefarious ways to enact payback.
He had hired an 18-year old bag boy at the local ShopRite to say Athena had seduced him and they had a year-long affair. A pair of bra and panties, belonging to her and supplied by her louse spouse to the market worker, was offered as evidence at the trial supporting his argument that she was an unfit mother. A briefcase full of cash delivered to the trial judge a week before the start of proceedings sealed the deal.

The husband was granted physical custody of Bob and his five year-old sister. Thanks to the bag boy and the judicial payoff, Athena was deemed unfit and disallowed visitation. The smug father wished he had a camera as his ex-wife screamed like a wounded animal and had to be physically restrained by court officers when the judgment was announced.

Fifteen years later Bob was able to rediscover Athena thanks to social media. A month prior to the Saturday night event, she emailed him a recent photo of herself, Bob couldn't get over it. He could never understand how his father cheated on her. Back then she was attractive. In the recent photo, he ashamedly self-admitted his mom looked smoking hot.

Meanwhile in The Ladies Room, Athena's mind had recalled the divorce, the loss of her children, years of tears, and how she was eventually able to pick herself up and overcome. Her mind now was on the recent reconnecting with her son. She loved the selfie he sent shortly after receiving her photo. She couldn't get over how handsome and successful he looked. It was a picture of him in a navy pin-stripe suit, white shirt, and sky blue tie in front of his Cadillac ELR Coupe.

The clothes in the picture were the same as the ones he had on and off tonight. She didn't put 2 and 2 together until after he removed he removed his fedora, at which point she thought she was going to have a heart attack.

That's Bobby! she had silently screamed to herself.

Her initial reaction was bewilderment at why her son was working as a male stripper. She could envision screaming at him "Robert David! Why the hell are you working here—taking off your clothes and having sex with women in public?! Your parents didn't spend all that money for you to go to college to be a Chippendale's dancer!"

For months Marti and her friends had been raving to Athena about this place and this particular dancer named Bobby Threads. They reminded her of giggling school girls who could see inside the boys' shower room. Their tales were very descriptive of his tool and his talents.

"In public?!" Athena shrieked in disbelief.

They told her how sex orgies were happening a lot. The Internet was full of videos and sites showing horny women unabashedly getting fucked by male dancers and by other female patrons in places like The Ladies Room. When Marti's divorce was complete, they decided the best venue to celebrate was this one. Regular dance clubs often closed for private gatherings or for company parties during Christmas. The Ladies Room initiated the divorce shower idea and tonight's exclusive gathering was just another night of debauchery.

The thrill of doing something sexually naughty beckoned to Athena. Even so, she was still hesitant since this type of environment was not something familiar to her. She finally relented when Marti promised to share the stripper while blowing him. Additionally, Marti was eating out the mother during a discussion about her requested attendance and wouldn't let her cum until she acquiesced

Now, with Bobby Threads identity revealed, Athena's erotic aspirations came crashing down.

"How could this young, well-built hunk, with the enormous erection—the one has been turning me on this evening and who I might have a shot with—be my son?!"

Shame immediately followed as she mentally focused on the unfortunate but undeniable fact that she had gotten aroused by her son. Just before he removed the fedora, Athena was excited by his seductive moves, fit body, and tight buns. She had a sizable stain on her Victoria Secrets. She even thought about rubbing her nipples through her blouse, they were so inflamed.

When she learned in horror that Bobby Threads was her own Bobby, all she wanted to do was leave. She tossed down the Chardonnay remaining in her glass and prepared to exit. A loud chorus of "Ohhh!'s" came from her colleagues and distracted her. She saw at the table next to hers one woman pointing at something to the other seated woman next to her. Athena followed the pointed finger.

Her son had just yanked off his pants and was now dancing in nothing but a skimpy, blue G-string. Alcohol and lack of dick got the better of the parent. She was mesmerized...at the bouncing, rocklike cock which was showcased yet hidden by the satiny material.

The term "fog of war" is used to describe the state soldiers are in when fighting. Athena was in a fog of voyeurism.

When she saw her friend pull down Bob's G-string and his penis flayed out for everyone to see, Athena let out a small moan. She was riveted by its length and sleek, gratifying appearance.

My son has a very nice...big...cock she illicitly appraised to herself.

The appraisal had the unexpected reaction of waking her from her sexual fog.

What am I saying?!

Intense confusion rolled into her thoughts, along with wanting again to leave.

"Athena!" It was Marti calling her.

"Oh shit!". Athena felt like she was busted by her parents for breaking curfew.

When Athena stood in front of Bob, their mutual awkwardness was monumental. Their eyes were painstakingly cast upon one another's, and the silent dialogue to one another was apologetic.

"I'm sorry, so sorry."

"Me, too."

They stared at each other for what seemed like years but was really only a few seconds. Her eyes were the first to break the optical impasse. Almost magnetically, she lowered her vision to the 800 pound gorilla in the room: her son's imposing cock.

Bob couldn't help but notice how she seemed to ogle his outstretched dick. It was as if she was in her own little universe, in complete awe of it. Her breathing was shallow. Her pupils were doting back and forth along its length: seemingly she was trying to measure it. Then she licked her lips.

Bob's pecker responded, jerking upward. Her eyes lit up, moving to view his muscular physique, then back to his main muscle. Her eyes blinked, and then a deep look of remorse appeared. He could just imagine the conflict going on inside her head.

As for himself, a perverse thrill radiated out through his own mind and body. His mother had just lecherously checked out his bod and rod. Apparently, she had dug it. The thrill had him willfully—and openly—reciprocating. Bob scanned over Athena like few boys do their mother.

From head to toe, she was stunning and sultry. She looked ten years younger. Her beautiful face was a Latin masterpiece. Her body, thanks to the form-fitting dress and hours at the gym, showed she had more curves than I-95. Her bare, foxy legs seem to go on forever and were sexily highlighted by her "fuck me" heels. She was truly a walking wet-dream!

What caught Bob's eyes the most were his mother's breasts. Her breasts were usually the first thing someone saw. Sure they were very large and despite a touch of sag, looked like tits of a twenty-something. But the two ripe melons were heaving, with their nipples so puffy, so hard, they were piercing through the dress top. It was clear to him that his beautiful mother was aroused...and he was the reason for it.

It didn't bother him that she was excited by his dancing and disrobing. In fact it did just the opposite. He felt a tad dizzy...with forbidden excitement.

I bet her panties are soaked, he lecherously guessed to himself.

Marti had become impatient with her friend. Sitting at Bobby Threads' feet and massaging his thigh working toward his balls, she watched their mutual looks after the intro. For some strange reason they initially looked surprised to see each. Then they were checking each other out, during which the dirty blonde slipped her other hand inside her own panties. The thong was thoroughly saturated. Her pussy lips, bloated and pulsating, quickly welcomed the two digits which were frenzily shoved into the syrupy cavern. Then it looked like Athena was getting cold feet, especially with Threads exuding nude, male confidence. She had had enough.

Marti removed her hand from the male thigh and annoyingly grabbed Athena's closest hand, placing it on the erect penis, right where the shaft and the testicles meet.

"There!" she exasperatedly commented to the brunette.

The evening's star returned to massaging his thigh.

The touch for mother and son was electric. Both sets of eyes, wide as four saucers, were upon each other.

Instantaneously Athena had the look like she had accidently put her hand over a stove flame.

Bob felt like he was sitting in the electric chair and the lever was pulled. His mental reaction was Oh shit! My hot mom just grabbed my hard dick!

Athena's hand remained. It didn't move, but it didn't leave. She just stared at it, and where it was. Her conflicted mind was going a thousand miles a minute.

The songs lyrics returned.

Come on, dance

Jump on it

If you sexy then flaunt it

If you freaky then own it

Don't brag about it, come show me

Come on, dance

Jump on it

If you sexy then flaunt it

Well it's Saturday night and we're in the spot

Don't believe me, just watch (come on)

The words, mixed with her own brewing lust, kicked her over. Athena kneeled, leaned forward, and excitedly wrapped her full lips around her son's erect penis.

Hah!

Bob had been intently watching her when Marti had taken her hand and put it on his manhood. He himself wasn't sure what she would do. When he suddenly felt her mouth on his tool, he felt extreme shock and decadent pleasure—all at once.

"Oh, m—my!"

He caught himself before saying "Oh, mom!"

Athena's head was zealously bobbing up and down on his dick like it was a Popsicle in summertime Phoenix. Guilt and embarrassment had been subdued. Her mind and body had been taken over by primal hunger, a sexual thirst. Almost two years without the touch or taste of a penis was too much for her.

She was on fire, and soon realized why. It was the knowledge that she was committing incest, a societal no-no. What made it even hotter and more arousing was that she was committing the taboo in public—and only her willing son and she knew about it!

The salacious lady doubled her suction power.

"Fuck!" bellowed the hunky dancer as it felt like she was trying to literally consume his prick. He looked down and was at a loss for words.

Athena's wet lips frantically slid up and down his penis. It was a brisk blowjob, with lots of wet, slurpy noises. Her cheeks shallowed as she made the shaft disappear into her mouth, then reappear, then disappear, etc. It was a pornographic blur for Young Dante as he sailed into forbidden bliss.

His mother was already in forbidden bliss. She was infatuated with his dimensions, and his musky, perspiry taste. But what she really loved was how much Bob's dick was throbbing in her mouth. It was beating like an overworked heart. His throbbing intensified her arousal.

Athena was focused on the dome of her son's prick. She confidently wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft, with her mouth just above the tip. Her tongue fluttered out and swirled around the purplish, fat head.

When his busty mother's tongue made contact with his helmet, all the nerve endings in that spongy cap lit up like a switchboard. He moaned, aloud, like the song verse.

"Haaaaaaa!"

The excited tool jolted, startling Athena. She had been so lost in her selfish space of obtaining and enjoying pleasure. It also made Marti, who was watching this oral show, laugh.

"I can you see still have 'it,' Athena. Pretty good, eh, Threads?"

All he could was simply nod in response.

The threeway had garnered a lot of attention from the audience. A circle had formed around the love seat watching the stripper and girlfriends. Some of the female viewers were ogling them. Some were watching with obvious jealousy. A few had their hands over their mouths, in shock. Three of them brazenly had their hands underneath their hiked up dresses, slipped inside their drenched panties, or through the neckline caressing an eager breast.

Athena, Marti and Bob were turned on by each other...and by the voyeurs surrounding them.

Marti gently placed the flats of her fingers under Athena's chin, looking at her. The brunette stopped licking and returned the look. The two women gazed longingly at each other.

With Marti's eyes still locked on Athena's, she spoke to Bob.

"You should see her when she eats pussy, Threads. She's quite good, even great."

Marti leaned in and kissed Athena. Bob, looking down at them, almost gasped. The kiss began soft and sensual, then turned into a smoldering French session. When he saw the two gorgeous MILF's tongues dueling, with eyes closed and a soft mewing from both of them, he reacted quickly to prevent a bit of drool escaping his mouth.

"My beautiful mother is bisexual?! Fucking hot!"

Marti broke the kiss, moving slowly away from her friend toward Bob's crotch while still looking at Athena. The dirty blonde, her eyes still on her friend, began licking his left testicle.

Bob threw his head back and ran his fingers through his hair.

The licking became sucking, her lips whorishly nursing the beefy sphere. The same hand which held Athena's chin, now held her son's ball. Marti gently massaged the lower circumference, palming the young dinkleberry.

A sudden sense of jealousy struck Athena watching Marti suckling Bob.

"Hey Marti! That's my son!" she jokingly wanted to say.

Instead she simply joined them. She sat along side her friend and took Bob's other testicle into her mouth. He released an extended sigh and looked down. He couldn't get over it. He had been in some torrid threesomes but nothing like this.

Each MILF was offering a whorish, pleasing combination of oral and manual love to their respective ball. Athena licked hers; Marti slurped hers. Athena caressed hers while watching her friend nuzzle the left one. The tips of their tongues soon met at the base of his shaft. Concurrently they licked the area just where the shaft and the scrotal sac met.

They soon went off into their own world again, tongue-kissing each other. This wasn't the first time for him in which a threesome turned into a female twosome. He knew it was his time just to watch. He never could figure which was more arousing for him: getting orally serviced by two attractive women at the same time, or watching them get it on with each other.

"Hmmm!" the mother groaned in her friend's mouth.

The groan instantly got louder as Marti began sucking on Athena's tongue.

The two cougars traded saliva and bisexual lust, with twisting tongues and rolling lips in their untamed, impassioned kissing. Soon they began pawing at each other's breasts.

The stripper loved watching the girl-on-girl scene, but he and his pecker wanted back in on the action. He wedged his firm prick in between their plastered-together mouths. They soon got the message and took turns blowing the neglected, anxious manhood.

The tongues of the mother and her friend went up and down the electrified length of cock-meat like two adjacent elevators.

"Hmmmm!" groaned Marti.

"Aaaahhh!" her friend exhaled.

The dirty blonde's mouth covered the penile head and slurped...and slurped, and slurped, while her lover was planting kisses all over Thread's outer thigh. Marti took hold of the male organ by its foundation and, bending it toward Athena, let her have some. Before putting her son's penis back in her mouth, the brunette gave a quick glance up to Bob, flashing him a frisky grin.

He nearly gagged when his penis returned to the maternal orifice. After some deep-throating, Athena's tongue flickered at the mushroom-shaped top again. Then she slipped the precious cap in between her wet, devoted lips, nursing it. Subsequently she returned to licking it, with special attention to the piss hole.

"Oh! Arrrghhhh! Ugh!" the dancer blubbered.

The evening's star wanted the prized slab of beef back in her mouth. Still grasping the lower half of the pinkish stalk, she moved it back for her own tongue and mouth to service.

As much as this incestuous ménage a trios was frying his sexual psyche, Bobby Threads needed and wanted to fuck Marti. He was paid to do this, and also knew from experience this was about the time that his pill would be wearing off. So he scooped her up, prying her mouth from his dick, and deposited her on the seat. He was about to take off her clothes when Athena offered.

The brunette and the dirty blonde giggled as the latter was disrobed. Marti's dress was on the floor in short work. Athena started to pull down her friend's thong but it got briefly stuck in her teeming cunt. Like Pavlov's dog, the hunk began salivating at the sight of his alluring mom pulling down the soaked, flimsy garment and having to yank it out of her girlfriend's greedy pussy lips. It was smooth sailing from then on, Athena pulling Marti's legs out of the panties and spreading Marti's thighs...for her son to see.

Marti was now completely nude save for heels, reclining on the love chair with her legs opened wide in the air. Her smooth, bald cunt glistened with her overflowing nectar, the honey-hole quivering in a desperate plea to give entry to the virile dick. The evening's star glared at him like a starving animal.

"Fuck me, Bobby Threads! Fuck me now!" she demand through clenched teeth.

The well-hung stripper gave a hand signal which was known in the club. An attendant ran up to him and gave him a pack of Trojan Magnums. The attendant ran back to the shadows of the stage. Threads tore open the packaging. He could see out of the corner of his eye his mom, now sitting next to Marti, raptly watching with bugged-out eyes.

The condom wrapper went to the floor and he was about to unroll the prophylactic onto his erection when Athena suddenly jumped up.

"I'll do it."

This offer sounded very seductive, much more than the previous one.

For Bob, the next few moments were in slo-mo. He watched his bodacious mom take the unwrapped rubber and, with her eyes fixed on his, put the condom on his hard, eager prick. He saw Athena's fuchsia colored, well-manicured fingernails move about unrolling the Trojan down his member. Mother and son looked at each other with scalding, forbidden intensity. When she finished completely encasing his sex in the rubber, Athena took her hand away in a curving motion, intentionally caressing his testicles. She looked at him, then Marti who was watching her "bag" the stud, and back to him.

"Fuck her, Bobby Threads!"

Athena stood up. She winked at her splayed friend, turned to him and pressed her lips onto his mouth. She then leaned into his ear.

"Then, fuck me!" the busty babe quietly hissed, moving aside for the stripper to proceed.

The Energy Bunny had nothing on Bobby Threads. The Adonis grabbed his burning, steely cock and aimed it at the syrupy opening of Mart's twat. When the expansive crown was placed against the greasy, fat labia, there seemed to be a pause. His mind was racing. When he first saw Marti and enjoyed their interaction, he was dying to fuck her. But when his mother unexpectedly became part of the sexual equation, his mindset changed. Yes, he still wanted to bang Marti...but so that he could bang his mom.

Taking his hand off his hard-on, the stripper was now in a push-up stance above Marti. He lowered himself on top of her.
"Uugghhhhhh!" the evening's star moaned as she felt his fat hard-on slip in between her salmon-colored folds and begin its descent into her overheated channel.

"Aaarrgghhhh!" Bob screamed as he—his aching dick, more specifically—was at last inside of some primed pussy.

He tossed his head around and simply exhaled. The feel of her muggy, snug cuntal walls rippling up and down his southbound prick was exhilarating.

It was a somewhat tight descent for Bob's manhood, but the tightness of Marti's crevice made the penetration just that much more tantalizing, that much more exquisite. As much as he had thought about his mother, Bob was sidetracked. It was the erotic undertow of Marti's sweet pussy, drawing in his meaty cock like a tractor beam, which was now his mental and physical focus.

"Ohhhhhh, Bobby!" she cried raspily as his balls careened against her butt.

Stripper and patron both knew his lengthy, eager phallus had filled her up, completed with a torrential release of female sap. Bob, planted a very slow, tongue-waggling kiss on her mouth. When she began sucking on his lingua, Bob began screwing her.

The young buck would have preferred starting out with slow pelvic motions, building up the heat, and then just go all out, smashing the needy twat. But tonight was different, thanks to Mom. Bob right away was tapping the drenched, fiery, creamy groove at breakneck speed.

"Aaggghhh!" wailed Marti. "Oh yes! Yes, Bobby! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!"

The lad's hips were almost a blur, round and round the lean flanks went, as he pulverized the cougar muff. Soon he added 'English' to this downward motion, by increasing the velocity of his pummeling with an occasional swiveling of his dick in her yearning gully, much like the straw that stirs the drink.

Marti's was thrashing about on the seat like a fish out of water. Her bent knees soon entwined themselves around the heaving stud's body, pulling him deeper inside of her.

Bob was so lost in fucking Marti he had forgotten about his mother. He heard something to his right. He had been so busy sucking on one of Marti's heavy, quivering breasts that the sound of movement on the chair made him look to his side.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed quietly to himself.

Athena, completely nude except for her heels, had sat down next to the mating pair.

"Well, well, look who lost her clothes," Marti quipped.

The parent smiled and laughed. She looked at Bob, who was already visually savoring her drop-dead, naked beauty.

He gawked at the full, large breasts. It dawned on him the last time he saw her mouthwatering, swollen nipples was when he was in Pampers. Her stomach was relatively flat. Her thighs, slowly opening for his viewing pleasure, were lusciously smooth with the insides having a glossy sheen. An intoxicating aroma was released as they parted. Her long legs were lean and uber sexy. And her pussy? Michelangelo's David could not get over he came forth from this magnificently tempting example of womanhood 23 years ago.

If there was a logo for 'moist, intense, female arousal,' it was Athena's cunt. The ceaseless flow of honey not only basted her inner thighs but also the vulva. The small racing stripe of brown pubic hair was matted down. The succulent lips, pink and not overly wide, were parted just enough to showcase her juicy depths. Every square inch of Athena's gash palpitated with forbidden lust.

Shit! Mom makes Sofia Vergara look like Sofia Coppola!

Seeing Athena like this shifted Bob's thrusting motions into overdrive. He was now applying deep, penetrating, gratifying jabs to Mart's slit. It was ferocious and looked more like he was bouncing off of her rather than into her.

"Uhhhh! Arrgghhh! Oh!" he loudly grunted.

The volume and the locomotive-like thrusts were intentional. He always loved showing off for a gorgeous gal. Now was no different. In fact, he relished this showboating more than anytime previously.

Athena glanced at her friend, then at Bob. It turned on the taboo partners to see each other like this, with no one knowing their relationship. She began pulling on one of her hard nipples, while her other hand was gliding over her pubic mound. Bob watched enrapturedly as she caressed her hungry, soaking vagina. His jaw dropped when her index and middle fingers splayed apart the oily lips, then all five digits rubbed the distended labia. Next she slipped the middle one in her crevice, and lackadaisically finger-fucked herself.

The brunette was deliriously lost in her newly-found wantonness. A sinfully, delicious excitement flashed throughout her body so powerfully, it actually made her shiver. The release of her cream got stronger, and the secret passion between she and him got hotter.

"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!" she choked out in a hoarse whisper.

The low moan caught Marti's attention. With Bob still working on her searing muff like a jackhammer, she turned her head and saw her friend pleasuring herself. A licentious grin appeared.

"Well, well, look at—ugh! Oh! Ugh!—look at you, playing with yourself like that," she chided.

The parent willfully nodded.

"You're—" Marti's statement was cut off by her orgasm.

"Aahhhhhh!" she screamed.

Bob and Athena both looked at their lover, as she convulsed and climaxed.

"Oh! Oh! Bobby Threads! Shit, don't stop!"

Like a dog shaking off water, the lad had sweat flying off of him as he pounded away at the syrupy, juicy cunt. The feeling of having a beautiful woman orgasming all over his schlong was amazing. The gratification was tripled when, at the same time, his own climax was approaching.

"Ugh! Ugh! Oh!" he panted riotously.

The muscles in his arms and legs were hollering for relief. But he was too far gone in his fucking to care about muscle aches. And he was too close to his own climax.

"Yessss! I'm cumming!" bellowed the evening's star.

Marti and Bob were in a frenzy, cumming and about to cum. They were looking at each other as their turbulent motions were at a fever pitch. Seemingly out of nowhere Athena's finger, the one that had been swilling in her honey-hole, floated in between the stripper and patron. The digit, shiny with her juices, landed right under Bob's nose. He looked at his mother, and snorted heavily, sounding like a silverback gorilla in the forest. Then slowly she dragged the slimy finger down his lips.

Even in the midst of her climax, Marti had to applaud her friend.

"You sexy little bitch!"

Athena withdrew her finger. His tongue shot out, swabbing his lips and savoring her ambrosia.

The forbidden smell and taste of his mother's sweet, dripping pussy, hand-delivered to him by her, was too much for him. He went into sensory overload and within a series of zealous thrusts, began cumming.

"Aaarrrgghhhhh!" he roared.

All the teasing (his and the ladies'), the unexpected family reunion, the threesome, all of the emotions and ecstasy—came spewing out of his cock head in mighty ropes of his rich, heated cream. It was a mind-blowing, toe-curling release for him. In no time the Trojan's reservoir tip was full.

The flexing stallion looked down at Marti. She enthusiastically and willfully got caught up in his crescendo. She wrapped her bouncing legs around Bob and worked her cuntal muscles, squeezing his firing dick.

As he revolved his head in climatic triumph, Bob cast a glance at his mother. She was watching him and Marti going at it. She returned the look, her eyes hooded over, as she was strumming her clit.

"Oh, ohhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, Bob!"

His eyes widened, hearing his mom call his name.

"I'm cumming!" Athena sexily, victoriously announced.

He and Marti, in the twilight of their orgasms, watched Athena get herself off. His horny, hungry eyes were getting crossed watching her big tits quaking, her fingers drilling into the flooded sheath, and her loins spread wide like a centerfold. His depleted rod just plopped out of Marti and was stirring slightly to the writhing, groaning MILF a few feet away.

***

As the three lovers' climaxes subsided and they were winding down, the rest of The Ladies Room was heating up. Most of their circular audience had dispersed thanks to other male dancers coming out. The stripper reinforcements did their own shows for the women and began servicing them or getting serviced by them.

Marti, Athena and Bob were sitting together, cuddling, on the love seat with him in the middle. They rested and basked in the glow of a satisfying—and scandalous—trifecta.

After a while they kissed, then French kissed. First it was Marti and Bob. Then it was Marti and Athena. Finally it was Athena and Bob. This lip- and tongue-lock, was hotter, more passionate than the others, and lasted longer. He took his mother in his arms and heatedly embraced her.

Marti looked at the two and smiled devilishly.

"Ewww! Look at you two go!"

Bob and Athena thought the same thing: If only she knew.

The mother's illicit libido was brimming back to life. She got on top of him, sharing one last, burning French smooch. She pulled her head back from the kiss, painstakingly releasing his tongue from her encompassing lips. She slithered her foxy body down his while locking eyes with him, sexily dragging her flattened breasts with their erect nipples and her sodden muff. Like a snake, Athena gradually moved down the fit male form, leaving kisses and licks on his lower neck, pecs, and eventually his abdomen.

"Hmmmm!" she raunchily swooned as her tongue was bearing in on his navel.

Her scraping nipples, the bristly feel of her pubic strip, the butterfly kisses, the sometimes quick sometimes slow licks—all while she snaked down to his crotch and looking at him so temptingly—had his mind reeling.

"Ohh, that's hot!" Marti lewdly appraised, slipping a hand into her own snatch, watching her friend cascade downward Bobby Thread's body.

The son almost choked when he saw Athena's chin touch his spent, curled up dick, all shriveled up and wet in the rubber. It looked like a midget in a diving suit. She gave him a wicked smile and with her eyes still on his, dragged her chin agonizingly slow over the snail-like form of his penis.

Her lips were next in line to tantalizingly glide over the lump. She gave the middle of the curved shaft a kiss through the Trojan. Her nose followed, sounding like a bloodhound as it sniffed his scent.

The prolonged, cascading touch of her facial features, the smooch, and hefty snorts had Bob's dick stirring awake. What made this erotic 'face-job' even hotter was who was doing it. Then Athena turned it up a notch, just a bit.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Shhhhit!" he bellowed.

Marti shot the dancer a look when she heard him beginning to stammer. She followed his look to his crotch.

Once her face was under Bob's nuts and situated between his open, sweaty thighs, Athena had lifted up his weighty scrotum. She inhaled the aroma, kissed his perineum and then licked once the sensitive area. She gently lowered his nutsack and proceeded to orally adore the testicles.

Her mouth landed on the beefy orbs and was everywhere. Athena was incestuously insane; her lips and tongue were applying kisses, licks and suckles to her son's nuts. It was as if the buxom parent was determined to cover every square inch of testicular skin with her mouth and/or tongue.

"Hmmm, Bobby Threads!" she huskily stated with her face still buried in his nether region.

She paused, to lick and peck his inner thighs. Then she peered into his eyes like the seductress she had morphed into.

"My Bobby," she decadently emphasized, choosing her words knowing the covert mental effect it would have on him, "your balls taste so good!"

In response to the double entendre, his cock jerked up. The ravenous brunette flashed him a sinful wink and a knowing look. He returned it with his own knowing glance, mixed with youthful cockiness.

Athena quickly rolled up the used condom, removed it from the member, and threw it under the love seat. She gawked at the curled up, slimy, spunk-covered dick. There was a wonder in her eyes...and a fire in her loins.

"Ewwww, how fucking sweet!" she murmured before lowering her head so her mouth could envelope her son's penis.

Young Dante's breathing sounded asthmatic.

She began working on Bob's cock like a porn queen. The horny mom frantically bobbed her head up and down, delivering a lusty combo of frenzied licks and loud-sounding slurps.

The licks, luxurious and wet strokes, traveled along the shaft's length, with brief stops to quickly swab the aching cockhead. The slurps, despite the end of his song loudly playing and the boisterous crowd, resonated in Bob's ears.

Athena was joyously reacquainted with a favorite, intimate delicacy: the taste of cum. Her throat and taste buds were going insane with the rediscovered consistency and flavor of spunk.

"Hmmmmm!" she raspily cooed.

Neurons and synapses in Bobby's brain were firing off like the 4th of July as he gazed downward. His pretty and highly aroused mother was kneeling in front of him like a servant girl, consuming his dick. And she did so in such a scintillating, carnally impassioned way that he felt unmitigated ecstasy.

The euphoric hunk was about to release a deep-seeded groan as response to the Hoover-like action he was receiving. That changed to a series of breathless gasps.

"Oh! Oh! Ah! Oh, fuck!! Ah! Oh!"

The reason why the good-looking stud started panting was because his adoring lover had just pressed her lips against the fat tip of his dick, gave it a sucking kiss, immediately followed up with her tongue swirling over the excited cap.

The untamed Athena felt a perverse pride, seeing how she was gratifying her son. Her fervent tongue mopped all around the helmet, painting it in saliva and electrifying it with its slippery touch.

Athena then made a decision. She had to be fucked...right now, by her son. She disengaged herself from his member, raising herself up in front of his still-seated form. Even though he was two inches taller than her, currently she looked like an Amazonian queen towering over him.

This is so fucking hot, the sun has competition! Marti silently critiqued while watching them.

The dirty blonde had already given herself an invigorating orgasm while her girlfriend was blowing the stripper. She was ready to fuck herself even deeper watching Athena screw Bobby Threads.

"Fuck him, Athena! Fuck him good!" she cheered.

Athena sauntered closer to Bob, swinging one sleek leg over so that his bent knees were between her spread thighs. Their eyes blazed on each other, reflecting their monumental arousal, and their mutual desire to share forbidden passion. Both breathed gutturally, like jungle animals, He was titanium hard. She was wetter than a river.

She straddled him.

Athena took hold of the lengthy, sumptuous, and forbidden cock.

He was silent but his eyes, large as Frisbees, showed his carnal anticipation.

Athena placed the plum-like top at the opening of her buttery and needy cunt. Slowly—ever so slowly—she began lowering herself down on his dick.

"Ah! Ohhhhhhh!" she lustily exhaled.

Once her pussy lips encompassed the robust crown, they sucked it in and gradually consumed the top quarter of Bob's member. She then placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Ugghhhh!" he groaned.

The initial sensation of being mounted by his bare, busty mom was indescribable. Athena's pussy was very wet, very tight, and very accommodating. Her sugars rippled and quivered, welcoming his hard-on like a victorious warrior. Her releasing nectar greased the passageway for easier accessibility.

It was like an X-rated version of Star Trek. Bob watched his prick being beamed up into the overjoyed slit.

"Beam me up, Mommy," he mused to himself.

Centimeter by centimeter vanished upward into the hungry channel as she eased herself downward. She tossed her head back, her sexy dark mane flying about. This was unparallel ecstasy being awarded excruciatingly one fleshy bit at a time.

Her back was arched, her hair looking like a brown waterfall adjacent to it. Thanks to this sexy curve, her tits jutted out and appeared even bigger. The nipples seemed even larger, like two sweet, delectable Hershey kisses. Bob was getting hypnotized as Athena's chest rose and fell while she breathed deeply.

More of the luscious, thrilled member was eased up into the creamy pussy. Athena's most intimate opening was being splayed apart—and she loved it. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth alternated between forming an "O" and her biting the lower lip. Then she sighed.

"Ohhhh, so good! Soooo good!"

Her ravenous twat, like an invading army, continued taking possession of his manhood. The top 2/3 of Young Dante's cock was ensphered by it. The shuddering, vibrant cuntal insides massaged and shellacked the incoming rod.

"Urrrgghhh!" he growled. "Athena your pussy is so wet and tight!" He really desired to say 'mom' instead.'

Bob wanted to grab hold of those descending, lush, curvaceous hips and just start plowing away. But he gave this time to his mother, remaining passive with his arms at his sides.

"Hmmmm! Glad you like it, Bobby-kins," she responded, watching his reaction.

His eyes bugged out.

Bobby-kins was her nickname for him when he was child. She used to utter it when he did something good. Right now, for her, what he was doing was beyond good.

When her ample buttocks touched his thighs, the two moaned.

Bob's dick was now fully encased inside of Athena's womanhood.

Breathing heavily and with feverish anticipation, they looked at each other. Both sets of eyes were half-slitted and glazed over with primal lust. Then the mother began fucking her son by riding him. Her hips undulated, gradually at first. After that, the tempo increased as the meaty goodness of his cock supplied her with ethereal sensations.

"Oh Bobby, your cock feels sooooo INCREDIBLE!" she lavished.

She could have never imagined her making this statement—never in her wildest moments, prior to tonight.

Incest? Are you crazy?!

But, there was no denying it. Her son's hard penis, a masterpiece of length and girth, had been completely absorbed by her heterosexually-famished cunt. And she was riding it for all its luscious sexual worth.

Eat your heart out, Kay Parker! she declared silently, bawdily.

Athena's body moved in a north/south direction, building up the momentum and the heat. It was as if she was on a pogo-stick, bouncing up and down on the dick. Her gushing juices made her motions all the more savory.

Once again, she seemed to be in her own universe. As she rode the gratifying, stiff prick, her eyes were shut and she slowly rolled her head—especially when she was on the downstroke.

After a bit, Bob's hips lifted to meet her thrusts, affording her honey-hole more direct and pleasing strokes. This resulted in a more profound, lewd affection for the moist snugness of her pussy. The sensation for him was exhilarating. It felt like he was in the grip of a vise, very humid, and lined with silkiness.

Next his hands hand cupped her mammoth rack.

"Yesssss!" the beauty clamored.

She put her hands behind her head like a 1950's pinup model with her chest thrusted out, giving him more tit-flesh to enjoy. He kneaded the excited breasts, caressing them especially underneath at their curvature. He toyed with the puffy nipples, tweaking and squeezing them. Then he leaned in and licked at the eager teats, left to right, right to left.

"Hmmmm!" he quietly hummed, diligent in licking at both nipples and providing equal gratification.

"Ahhh!" she squealed as his tongue circled her mammary peaks. Her nipples were sensitive, and a key source for her getting more amped up.
A stronger release of her ambrosia ensued. Keener, more fervent squishy sounds emerged from their conjoined sexes.

"Man, are you guys fucking hot!" Marti erotically critiqued, while strumming her clit at the sight of her girlfriend banging the stud stripper rodeo style.

Mother and son were fucking hot. Their love-making was feral, nasty, and torrid.

Bob eventually ceased his up-thrusts, returning to his submissive role. He found more hard-core satisfaction in letting Athena ravage him, and being her fuck-toy. She continued for a while longer vaulting up and down on his rod, her frantic hips clanging against his lap like a bell.

She leaned into him and he met her halfway. The resulting kiss was furious, broiling, with much spit and tongue swapped. Then she lunged for his ear.

"You like me fucking you, hmmm? You like me fucking you, Bobby-kins?" she teasingly inquired, her tongue flickering against his earlobe.

Before he could respond, she changed her motion to grinding gyrations. She gyrated her hips slowly, making his prick move inside her greedy cunt like the magic wand it was. Then she ground her engorged clit, with hard strikes, against his pelvic bone, intensifying her pleasure.

"Ugghhhhhh!" she moaned.

Bob was entranced by the erotic rolling of Athena's hips as she mashed her groin into his. She looked like a stripper working the dance-pole as she worked his pole.

His hands went to the hips, holding them, caressing them. The avaricious fingers went to the back and squeezed her curvy ass-cheeks.

The banging babe tilted her head back and ran her fingers through her hair like in a shampoo commercial. Then she began to stammer.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

In between the 'oh's' the undulations of her pelvis became quicker, more intense, more lust-crazed. Her first heterosexual orgasm in two years was gloriously sweeping over her.

"Yes! I'm cumming! Oh yes! Yesssss!"

Athena's voluptuous, sexy body convulsed tempestuously, causing Bob to change his sexual strategy. He took the lead by ratcheting up his pace, bouncing his legs faster so that his spearing of the drenched, writhing pussy quickly became a driving fury. His mother, her large breasts flopping about, loved the increased ramming.

"Ohhhhh, Bobby! That's it! Fuck me hard! Make me cum! Make me cum!"

His mother always told him to do what he said when he was a child. Why should this be any different? The stripper son redoubled his vigor and savagely fucked her into orgasmic oblivion.

Her climax was immense. Her body was shaking, her heart palpitating, and breathing ragged. For a brief couple of seconds she feared she was going to pass out. But it didn't happen. And even so, for the delirious parent, any unconsciousness would be a small price to pay for this Hall of Fame fuck and All-Star orgasm.

The maternal juices were cascading out like a rainstorm. Her inner thighs and ass-crack along with his dick, balls, thighs— inner and outer, and lower abdomen were basting in several coats of her nectar and their mutual perspiration.

Eventually, after she crested, her body motions became limp. She was still astride him, his hardness still inside and being gently rocked by a gratified pussy.

Marti was overjoyed at her friend getting satisfyingly boned by Threads. She wanted to take Athena in her arms and congratulate her, hug her, kiss her. But the stripper Adonis hadn't had his 'moment' yet. So the dirty blonde just got more comfortable on her side of the love seat and relished her own tart taste, swirling in her mouth the gooey digits fresh from her piping hot pussy.

Athena peered at Bob through several strands of hair which were partially covering her face, giving her such a foxy, tigress look. He met her gaze. She leaned into him, her lips next to the ear opposite of her self-pleasuring friend so she couldn't hear. The question was barely above a whisper.

"You like the way mommy fucked you, hmmm, my little bucking bronco?"

The taboo inquiry catapulted Bob over the sexual edge. Instantly, reflexively he gave one mighty upward shove of his cock and began ejaculating. His hands flew to her hips to steady her. The push made Athena toss back and northward, screaming.

"Uggghhhhhh!"

His own wail followed.

"Aaarrrrrrggghhhhh!"

Cracking sounds, very much like a bat hitting a ball, echoed inside Bob's head. It was surreal, fucking—bareback—and cumming inside of his smoking hot mother as she rode him. It was hedonistically decadent. It was also physically and indescribably gratifying for the studly lover to bust his second nut for the night.

"Fuck me, Athena! Fuck meeeee!"

His thick, white magma jettisoned up into her spasming cunt like Old Faithful. Shot after shot of cum jettisoned out of the belching prick, cocktailing with her releasing ambrosia. So much of the incestuous elixir was flooding out between them that loud, wet slapping sounds were heard as her ass careened off his thighs, and he was soon sitting in a puddle of it.

Later, when the last of the bodily fluids were released, writhing morphed into relaxation, and breathing was normal, Athena and Bob were in a serene, sensual embrace. She remained straddled atop of him, their heads tilted into one another so their foreheads touched. They kissed. It was soft and gentle. They were about to go for a second when Marti, dressed, put her arms around them both.

"You two should get a hotel room," she joked.

Together they chuckled.

"I'm heading home," the dirty blonde said.

She looked at him, leaning in.

"Bobby Threads, thanks for an incredible lay."

She kissed him full on the mouth, then turned to Athena.

"My love," she commented before planting a smooch on the brunette, "call me tomorrow."

Marti then guided their heads together so all three of them were kissing each other. It was pretty tame, with just a brief appearance of tongues. Then she left.

Once again mother and son were in their own world. They looked at each other.

"So," she began, "where do we go from here?"

"My place."

She playfully slapped his arm. He didn't now she was being serious.

"Ok, fine. But after that, where do we go from here?"

He released an uncomfortable sigh, and then answered.

"I don't know."

Athena wasn't pleased with the answer but since she could provide a better alternative, she stayed silent.

They both felt uncomfortable, her more than him.

Then she looked down, forlornly.

"Bob, baby, I'm—"

He stopped her, knowing what she was about to say.

"Mom, there's no need to apologize."

She felt stymied. She was about to try again to apologize and go on with the self-blame she had planned. But their conversation was interrupted.

"Hi, Bobby Threads!"

It was a boisterous greeting from behind them. Bob and Athena turned around in the love seat. It was the two girls who had been sitting together and fingering each other while watching his act. Both looked no more than 25, were nude and were built to please. One had heels on and the other was bare-foot. They each had an arm around the other's waist.

"Hello," he politely said.

"I'm Molly and this is my sister, Julie," the less drunk of the two began. "We saw you tonight. You were soooo awesome, so epic. You got us so turned on we," she paused to giggle and look at her sibling, "we started, playing with each other."

Molly stopped talking to see how he would react. When he didn't seem phased, Julie took up the conversation.

"We wanted to know, would you like to play with us?"

Julie took the hand which was by her side and laid it on her sister's fuzzy cunt. Her fingers snaked along the length of the dripping petals, stroking their edges and precariously avoided slipping in between them. Then she pressed down on the vulva and caressed it with her palm.

Molly tilted her head against her sister's and sighed erotically.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Both Bob and Athena were captivated by the forbidden display before them. Both were getting a little turned on. For her, the sight and thought of sisterly love was intoxicating. Marti was her first and only woman. Nothing against Marti but this would be like going from little league to the majors.

But alas, they were interested in Bob. Not Bob and she.

I bet it would blow their mind finding out about our own family bond. I bet it would excite them and make this a completely incestuous fourway.

Something, though, was gnawing at Athena. It was the same thing she felt when Marti was blowing Bob. It was jealousy. In this unimaginable night of sucking and fucking her only son, she now recognized that her prior envious sentiments were real. As they were now. She really didn't want to share him with another woman.

But who could resist these two tempting sisters. Athena herself—if it was just herself—would surely 'join' their company. They were young, pretty, and the mother would probably get diabetes from eating their sweet pussies. She looked at Bob.

He was ensnared by them. Julie was still rubbing between Molly's thighs while they gave him enormously smoky, sensual stares.

Self-defeating thoughts rocked Athena's mind.

Sure, fucking your mom is hot. But what's hotter? Fucking sisters—at the same time.

Even in lust, I'll get dumped.

(Counting off til he leaves with them) 5-4-3-2-.

"Thank you for the exciting offer, ladies, but I already have plans for tonight."

All three women were shocked at the declining reply. Athena was the most shocked, especially when his hand covered hers.

Julie recoiled her hand back to her side. Molly was blinking like crazy.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Flabbergasted they stared at him, then Athena, then back to him with a "You're passing us up for HER?!" look. They dejectedly walked away. Bob looked at Athena.

"I don't want to make the same mistake Dad made," he explained.

She closed her shocked, open mouth at the same time one of its corners started quivering. She was about to cry.

"Oh, Bobby!" she espoused as the tear streaked down her face.

With the flat of his thumb, he wiped it away. He smiled softly at her.

"I love you, mom."

Still fighting keep her composure, Athena managed to respond in kind.

"I love you, Bobby."

With debauchery passed up and acting up all around them, the unconventional lovers gazed longingly in each other's eyes.

"So, where do we go from here?" It was his turn to ask the question.

"Your place," Athena happily, confidently answered.
Uptown Spunk Ch. 02
The loves awakens.
WARNING: If you are not 18 or older, please leave this page immediately.

Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.

This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.

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"Ohhhhhh!" groaned the beauty as she was mounted from behind.

She closed her eyes and tossed back her head, then tilting it to the side to further avoid the descending shower water. Her hands were pressed against the wet tile, legs spread and curvy ass cheeks upturned in a lewd, inviting way.

First was the feel of his strong hands on her ample hips. Next was the touch of his prick. When the lengthy, stiff, throbbing member touched her right buttock, she shivered. When it dragged to the left and rested on her butt-crack, she gasped. Then came his whispered directive.

"Spread 'em."

She thought she had already offered him spacious access to her anxious cunt. She really didn't care, though. The lusty command made her labia flare with more arousal, more yearning. Her long, sleek legs inched outward.

She was soon rewarded when the knob-like top of his penis was placed against the very moist opening of her womanhood. His hands took a stronger hold of her hip flesh. Then he smoothly pushed forward, the purple helmet delving in between the pliant, wrinkled folds.

The penetration was slow...excruciatingly, pleasurably slow. It was just as he had intended.

"Aaahhh!" he moaned.

The beauty relished how inch by inch of the sleek, succulent cock was inserted into her moist cake. There was a part of her which wished he just slammed it in. Then there was the other part of her which was not only thrilled at the gradual approach in terms of the luxurious sensations she was enjoying, but also marveled at his technique. He could take his time, giving pleasure as much as receiving it.

"Sooooo good!" she hissed, not sure if her critique was heard by him considering the water falling from the nozzle.

When his testicles clanged against her, they both grunted. He had completely filled her up. She looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were glazed over and she was biting her lower lip. His eyes also had a glassy appearance, but mixed with a knowing confidence.

As the shower splashed down on both of them, they hungrily stared at each other. Then he began thrusting...gradually. Her mammoth, hanging breasts, topped with diamond-hard nipples, swirled around.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" she stammered in carnal bliss.

The hot and wet, silky grip of her pussy egged him on.

"Aarghh!" he huffed.

The pace of his thrusts increased to a steady clip. The seesawing of his dick in her gash got her literal juices flowing.

"Oh yesss! Fuck meeee!" screamed Athena Dante as her son Rob was screwing her yet again this night.

*

The illicit couple had left The Ladies Room club in their own personal cars. Her Hyundai Elantra followed his Caddie ELR Coupe for the twenty minute drive to his Port Chester home. It had been a monumental night for both of them. They had committed the most taboo sexual act, unplanned—and in public, unbeknownst to everyone in the establishment. As if the lustful act wasn't enough, there was the double-downing of the unexpected; an emotional chord was struck between the two.

Can you fall in love with your mother right after you fucked her? And vice-versa?

These were the questions swirling around Rob's mind as he drove.

Robby Threads had gotten the sense—and physical cues—from previous women that he slept with from the Room when they had fallen for him. Most of his lovers knew their relationship was strictly physical. The few who had 'gone emotional' he had to carefully let down, emphasizing the nature of his job, and that he personally didn't want anything beyond a mutually satisfying lay. This was all thrown out tonight with his mom.

He slowed down at the traffic light which was just before the turn he made to go up the small hill and into his driveway.

"Oh shit," he commented exasperatedly.

Van Halen's Why Can't This Be Love? was the song right after the commercial.

He rolled his eyes. Then he glanced in the mirror at the Elantra. His mother was smiling at him. Rob wondered if she was grinning because she was listening to the same radio station.

Man, she has a dazzling smile.

The light changed. Young Dante was lost in the vision of the gleaming Athena. She tapped her horn. The brief sound woke him from his reverie. He saw the green light, flicked his directional and made the right turn. Her car shadowed the Caddie and was soon parked next to it. The two got out of the vehicles and walked hand-in-hand along the short pathway from the garage to the front door.

"Very nice," the 42 year-old parent appraised the dwelling, standing in the living room. "Stripper money?"

Rob's face was a pretend look of hurt after he locked the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sonny boy," she quipped.

He smiled at her. She returned it. Then they stepped toward each other. Standing nose to nose, the smiles disappeared into looks of longing, and emotional apprehension. The looks morphed into a long, sensual, wet kiss.

The smooch broke and they rested their foreheads against each other. Mother and son both looked down, then into each other's eyes. They were visually asking each other questions neither one could provide answers for at the moment. She ended the stalemate.

"I—we—should get cleaned up."

"Yeah," he agreed while clearing his throat. "The bathroom is this way."

She put her hand against his chest to halt his movement. He looked quizzically at her. Athena was hesitant.

"I'm nervous," she stated.

"About taking a shower?"

The sarcastic reply interrupted her apprehension. She chuckled and playfully slapped his arm.

"I am too," he confided.

"It's been a crazy night," she summarized.

"'Crazy' doesn't even begin to describe it."

She nodded.

Then there was silence, and more gazing into each other's eyes.

"You said back at the club that you didn't want to make the same mistake Dad made. What did you mean by that?"

"Mom, you are a gorgeous woman," he replied. "You're a survivor, an overcomer, intelligent, strong-willed and...INCREDIBLE in the sack."

She smiled, loving all the compliments.

"Something clicked when we were fucking back at the club. Seeing you in that dress, then out of that dress, the whole incest thing got me so incredibly horny. I truly have never felt so turned-on like that with any other woman before. But then when we were actually screwing, it beyond the sex and incest. I started feeling something 'real.' Again, I haven't felt that with any woman I fucked before. Well, not since..."

Athena was shaking her head. She was silently telling him he didn't have to mention the name of his ex-fiancée who had cheated on him. She had learned of this devastating betrayal in one his emails. It had torn her heart, both as his parent and as a fellow recipient of broken fidelity.

Rob listened to his mother. He did not utter his ex's name. But he did continue, first running his fingers through his hair, looking about the room, and feeling very exasperated and lost.

"Shit! I'm something else, aren't I? I not only unexpectedly fuck my own mother—enjoying it immensely, but then I fall in love with her!"

She stared at him with a warm, endearing look.

"Hey! Hey! It takes two to tango. I was planning—more like hoping—to get Marti's sloppy seconds with a stripper. I didn't know the stripper was going to be my son. And I too, loved how you screwed me six ways from Sunday."

She paused, to lock her eyes onto his.

"I have also fallen in love tonight...with my son. Then, we are both something else."

The parental words eased him—and her.

They kissed, tenderly and slowly.

Athena's playfulness kicked in. She put her nose to his chest, inhaled, and withdrew displaying a disgusted look.

"Son, you smell like your old dirty diapers."

He laughed.

"And I was going to be a gentleman by holding the shower door for you."

She chuckled.

They passed through the bedroom. Athena glanced at the Texas king size bed and wondered about all the women who had been there. She knew she was next. The onset of excitement began in her nether region. She also had butterflies in her stomach, more akin for a teenage crush.

Rob reached in and turned on the light. She looked around and appreciated the spaciousness and modern look of the bathroom. Then she began disrobing.

In lustful fascination he watched her, his eyes flaring and his penis hardening. The sexiness of her mouth-watering, MILF body was once again being shown to him. With her clothes puddled around her feet and her heels discarded, the divorcee was completely nude. She sardonically viewed the apparel difference.

"Well, Threads, are you going to take a shower in your clothes?"

The 23-year old chuckled at the dig and began undressing—fast. In a matter of seconds he was bare.

He gazed at her, she at him. Their hungry looks were accented by their labored breathing. Young Dante was like a deer caught in headlights. In a way, he was caught in her headlights. Athena's large, full tits rose and fell with each aroused breath. It boggled his mind that the two bloated nipples before him were the same ones which nursed him as a baby.

She adored his muscles and chiseled top. But it was his outstretched dick which captivated her. In the well-lit bathroom, Athena could take her time in marveling at its satisfying length and girth. The vein seemed fuller. The scrotal sac was taut. She licked her lips as the ample, pulsing rod pointed at her.

She flashed a provocative, "come hither" look to him and turned around, stepping into the shower. Rob was visually glued to her generous buttocks spread as she moved into the stall. The stripper followed.

Getting clean was their original intention. That would be delayed by the return—or the continuation—of untamed, taboo lust.

"Spread 'em."

*

The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh was an acoustic, X-rated flurry. The raw sex was getting good to both of them. Rob loved screwing a woman from behind. For him it was animalistic, just like when a male beast mated with a female one. Not only was it back-door lovin', but it was a great symbol of the male conquering the enthusiastic partner.

What is more animalistic, his horny mind reasoned, than conquering your own hot and very willing mother?

Athena loved bathroom sex. She often was the giver and receiver of showery, Sapphic love with Marti. In the wonderful beginning years of her marriage she got such a thrill being on her knees blowing her husband while under the flowing shower.

"Uggh! Ahhh! Oh!"

"Arrrgghh!"

It was a hedonistic "cause and effect" scenario. The unrelenting pounding Rob was giving Athena caused her cunt to lubricate faster, its greedy insides wildly slurping and releasing his charging prick. The effect was that he fucked quicker and more feral—like there was no tomorrow.

"Ohhhhh, shit, mom!" he bellowed gazing down at her quaking butt cheeks. He massaged them, then pried them apart to view the actual intercourse.

"You're the greatest piece of ass—ever!"

The randy compliment got the Italian-Cuban goddess amped up. She was already doing an outstanding job meeting his jabs by throwing her ass backward at him. A few seconds later Athena wiggled her rear, causing his manhood to squirm inside of her, along with hastening the release of her juices.

"You bet I am, son!" she confidently agreed.

There was a bit more of the lust-filled, untamed pitching and catching. Then she mashed her back into his chest and turned her head to the left, signaling for a kiss. The strapping lad pushed his mouth toward hers. Their fevered, wiggling tongues met and dueled.

He brought his hands to her front and cupped her jiggling mammaries.

"Oh!" she yelped!

His touch was everywhere on her heaving chest. He mauled her breasts, repeatedly and wildly. His hands caressed and squeezed the fleshy rack, paying special attention to the curvy underside. He lifted them as if weighing them. His thumbs and forefingers were having a field day with her fiery, turgid nipples. He rolled them, tweaked them, causing her to whimper in his mouth while they Frenched.

Rob and Athena were beside themselves. They were submerged in the world of consensual incest. Any pretense or feeble excuse was left at the club. They would deal later on with the mental and emotional aspects of their earlier, unplanned union. Right now they were lost in the scorching decadence of the moment.

Athena pushed off his chest, bent forward, and reattached her palms to the tile. Rob's reaction was automatic. He gripped once again her flaring hips and revved up his spearing.

"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me, good! That's it!" she salaciously cheered on. "Fuck momma good!"

"Uggghhhhh!" he snorted.

The babe's breathing was a heavy pant. Her greedy, syrupy, white-hot pussy was squeezing his driven phallus for all its gratifying goodness. Every time he "rang" her cervix, she saw stars. Athena had sailed into sexual delirium, and became 'thirsty.'

"Let me know when you're going to come," she growled.

Moving like a piledriver, tapping away at the illicit snatch, Rob could only offer his compliance as a stutter.

"Oh—oh--okay."

A few moments later, he did as he was told.

"Mom! Mom! I'm going to cum!"

Her eyes had been closed, relishing in the All-Star boning she was getting. Once she heard the warning, her pupils flew open and she looked over her shoulder.

"Get out of me and step back," she directed.

Stupefied but ever the obedient child, Rob pulled out his well-endowed dick from Athena's twat. A small "plop" could be heard even within the falling shower. He stepped back to the edge of the bath mat, astonished at what he witnessed next.

The horny mom pushed herself off the tile, stood straight, turned around so she was directly facing him, and lowered herself to her knees. She looked at the stiff, quivering cock, entirely laminated in her pussy juices. She grabbed it by its base and directed it to her waiting, open mouth. Her lips quickly engulfed it, taking it deep into her mouth. She closed her eyes, ecstatic over the dual taste of man-meat and her sap. When her tongue lifted up to the penile underside, Rob's seed erupted out.

"Aaaarggghhhh!" roared Michelangelo's David.

The first salvo of the thick, hot cream splashed against the back of her throat. It jolted both of them, him pushing forward and thus pushing her head back slightly. His penis was like an unmanned fire hose with the water turned on, swirling all around inside her mouth and painting it white. Her eye lids began to flutter as the rich, salty flavor of his cum slid down her esophagus and deliciously encompassed her sense of taste.

Athena's throat muscles recovered from the initial discharge, but not before some of the forbidden spunk drooled out of her nursing lips. This didn't matter to her. In fact, because she was unable to fully intake his jizz she felt even more wanton. Her awareness of the male cream oozing down her chin catapulted her lust beyond the stratosphere.

Rob looked down and was in awe of the uber-hot scene before him. His beautiful, nude mother was working his spewing dick like a porno queen. She gazed up at him with profound lust, her cheeks shallowed and her chin white from the leaking magma.

"Ohhhhhhhh, mom!"

She gave him a sexy wink and grasped the bottom of his shaft. She started jacking him. Then she opened her mouth, offering him an extremely raunchy display. Rob saw the inside of her mouth was cum-filled, the white pool being expertly swallowed while at the same time his fat cockhead was replenishing the pool with more release. Her eager, waggling tongue was covered in the sticky whiteness.

Athena closed her jaws around the virile organ and greedily clung to it. As he continued his eruption, she began to climax. Her vagina throbbed and her hips bucked as the orgasm swept over her like a thunderstorm. She moaned and mmm-ed loudly, removing the hand which was on his back leg and placed it between her thighs. She fanned her electric clit to expedite her own carnal crescendo.

Since Rob was lost in his own orgasmic world, he had no idea the increased suction and jacking he was enjoying was because his mom was herself climaxing. All he knew was the sucking got harder and the jacking got faster. He rubbed his fingers through her sopping hair, holding her head and rocking back and forth, fucking her mouth and ejaculating into it.

When the lovers finished their culminations, she released his prick with a resounding smack. Athena licked her lips like a just-fed cat, not wanting to miss any drop of the precious man-sauce. She looked at the still-rigid pecker then up at him. The waterlogged 23-year old appeared haggard, standing on weak knees, with his mouth in a large 'O' shape. His breathing just started resuming normalcy. She stood up in front of him, grinning.

"Fuck, Mom! That blowjob was phenomenal!"

She was perversely thrilled, and giggled her appreciation. He continued his taboo rave.

"I'm serious! You could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!"

"Well, thank you, son. As long as it's this trailer hitch," she commented while gently grabbing his dick and balls, "then I'll continue my appreciated talent."

They stared into each other's eyes with a mix of lust and love. She broke the visual stalemate.

"Now let's really shower."

He handed her the bar of Dial from the soap dispenser.

*

"Ohhhh!" Athena softly moaned.

What? What's going? she silently questioned.

"Oh! That feels wonderful!" the sleeping beauty assessed in a low, euphoric tone.

What's happening? Where am I? Marti?

This groggy line of questioning was made to herself as she turned her head, eyes still closed.

"Ahhhhh!"

The luxurious wave of pleasure which was sweeping over her prone, bare shape emanated from her between her spread thighs.

"Oh! Yessss!" she sighed, now recognizing what was taking place.

The semi-comatose hottie was being eaten out in bed.

A wicked smile appeared over her face. She rolled her lush ass into the mattress, her eyes languidly opened as she once again turned her head.

Athena looked down and saw Rob between her opened legs and bent knees. His head was above her pubic bone, moving up and down. When it was on the upstroke, she felt his tongue running up and along the length of her moistening slit. On the downstroke she felt nothing. But then there was that tantalizing upward lap. And so on. He was licking her pussy like an ice cone, and as only Robby Threads can—slowly and confidently.

"Ohhh, son!" she purred, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Her girlfriend Marti was a black belt in cunnilingus. As the flat of his tongue glided up and over her elated sex lips, Athena knew Marti had competition. His numerous, deliberate northerly swipes purposely avoided the worried clit.

Rob started to nibble on her dewy petals, taking them gently into his mouth and rolling them between his lips then releasing them so they could spring back into their original, wrinkled form. The parental hips began undulating as her ecstasy took flight.
"Oh fuck! Ugghhh! That's it, Robby, baby! Suck my cunt lips! Suck 'em good!"

While he suckled and savored her labia, he became addicted to Athena's crotch. The brewing ambrosia was quickly absorbed by his greedy mouth, tongue, and throat. The tangy—and forbidden—flavor held his taste buds spellbound.

"Hmmmm," he critiqued, quickly licking his own lips and swallowing her essence.

At the same time her in-heat aroma overpowered his sense of smell. He took a deep, drawn-out hit of the wafting pungency. It was wet and earthy, like a marshy jungle.

"Ahhhh!" he sighed.

Rob was never one for drugs. But now his mom's pussy's taste and smell was his meth and crack.

Athena's arousal was rapidly increasing. She began to sensually grind her pubic area at her offspring. He jutted back his head to enjoy the view. Her racing stripe-shaped pubic patch was matted down from the prevailing humidity. Her lips were distended, wet, and opened like a blooming flower—with the nectar steadily flowing out. He blinked several times, dizzy while gazing at the sumptuous cunt which was harkening him back. He answered the call.

"Arrrggghhhhhhh!" she wailed, arching her back.

The handsome charger just shoved his outstretched tongue into her open, yearning pussy and began to tongue-fuck her.

Appearing like his head was nodding "yes," Rob repeatedly speared the forbidden vagina with his tongue. Over and over his oral penis lunged in and out of the Athena's impatient, fiery sheath. Sometimes he corkscrewed it in. Other times he drove it in and didn't withdraw it, letting it remain within to enjoy her slick, sugar walls quiver around the tongue and coat it with fresh sauce.

"Oh, you nasty boy—shoving your tongue in Mommy's pussy like that," she mockingly chided him. "Oh yes! Shove your tongue in it! That's it! Ohhhh, shit!"

Between her dirty talk and his hypersexual mind, Rob worked his protracted lingua like a Texas oil rig. He sounded like a cross between a panting dog and a patient when the doctor instructs, "Say 'ah!'"

After a while, though, all that rocking-chair like motion was doing a number on his neck. He stopped, announcing, "Time out." He almost chuckled at the apprehensive look she gave him, as the oral screwing she was so enthralled with abruptly halted. He slowly turned his head around in one direction, then the other. He did a couple more quick head and neck exercises then said, "Time in."

Rob dropped his face onto the muculent cunt and slowly ground his face into it. He rubbed his face in deliberate, sensual circles over the mons. Then he massaged the sides of his face against her slippery thighs, giving licks and kisses to the wet and smooth inner thighs.

The fine-looking Adonis quickly returned to burrowing his face into the creamy nook and ravaged it with untamed passion. He was all over the place, his motions in no one particular direction for long. His mug frenziedly scoured east to west, then north to south. Next he would polish his mother's cunt in blustery circles. Initially this was just with his face. After a while, he added his tongue to the cunnilingus party, torridly swabbing every square inch of her syrupy womanhood.

Athena was beside herself. All the neurons and synapses in her brain were firing off like firecrackers. The gratification her lover was giving her could only be described as monumental. His face, tongue, nose and mouth were everywhere and doing everything: licking, mashing, kissing, nibbling, penetrating, salivating, inhaling, and swallowing. He even briefly tantalized her perineum with a kiss and several laps. Rob moved over the sultry crotch like a tornado.

"Eat me, baby! Oh, yesss! Eat me! Ugghhhh!" Ahhh, just like that!"

The bombshell's overflowing honey smeared down the crack of her ass. It also had completely basted Rob's face, from chin to forehead including his ears. Her enflamed tulips were spread on his face, over his eyes and across his nose. He looked like a glazed donut.

During the decadent oral blitz, the strapping hunk would move his face just enough to get oxygen. Even then when he briefly rested his mouth and to breathe, his facial cheeks took over. They rubbed the mound and the thighs, smearing more of her juices and his saliva all over the place.

After a few more seconds of muff-mashing, Rob directed his efforts to the ultimate prize: her clitoris. As soon as his tongue made the first caressing pass over the pink, glistening, aching nub Athena's sexy legs shot up forming a "V" and she screamed.

"Eeeeeeee!"

He gave it another tongue lap, followed by blowing on it like a birthday candle. His saliva and air had the desired effect. The pearl quivered animatedly, and her legs entwined around his neck.

"Ooohhhhh, fuck!" she grunted as her breathing became steady and asthmatic-like.

Rob, leering from his vantage point, grinned as Athena started pawing at her big, heaving tits. His high-spirited tongue then provided a flurry of licks to the exalted clit. She shuddered, her lower region thrashing about, and her pussy weeping uncontrollably. The sensations for her were pure ecstasy. The forbidden nature of who was titillating her made the ecstasy not just pure, but purely decadent.

"Aaaahhh! Oh! Yessss, Robby baby! Lick it! Lick my clit!"

Who am I too argue with Mom? he lecherously agreed.

For the next several moments, the stud's tongue brushed away at the frenzied kernel. His motions were methodical and teasing. His eyes caught sight of the puddle on the mattress under her bucking ass cheeks; it was wider and seemed to have gotten deeper from before. His nose started nuzzling the clit in circular fashion.

The busty babe felt like she was going to loose consciousness from the sensory overload and her mighty, oncoming orgasm.

Rob wrapped his eager lips around the upright nub and sucked it. Athena went ballistic.

"Ugggghhhhh! Yes! Suck mommy's clit! Suck mommy's clit! That's it! Yesssss!"

Rob nursed the clitoris, alternating between faster and slower suction. Athena's head was wildly tossing side to side. Her curvaceous body writhed with epic gratification. It seemed as if her outpouring sap would never end.

"Almost there, baby! Aahhh! That's it, you sweet son Suck my clit. Almost—"

She was interrupted by what Rob just did.

"--THERE!" she bodaciously finished.

The skilled lover had just slipped his index and middle fingers into the torrid, buttery and luscious cunt, finger-fucking Athena simultaneously as he suckled her love button. This sent her over the edge. The orgasm hit her big-time. Loud squishy sounds were the perfect underscore to her primal groan.

"I'm cummmmmingggg!"

Hearing this, Rob felt like he single-handedly won the Super Bowl, Stanley Cup, NBA Finals, and World Series all in one shot. When they had left The Ladies Room together last night, he couldn't wait to eat out his mother. At that time he just didn't know if it would be in the shower or this morning. He'd let it play out. It played out well.

Then he stuck his thumb into her anus.

"Oh FUCK!" she hollered.

Between the flurry of her convulsions and his own carnality, he wasn't sure if this was accidental or not. The pudgy digit seemed to have a life of its own. He was now fingering Athena's sodden cunt and ass simultaneously while savoring her clit.

The mother continued to spiral into a thoroughly epic crescendo. She was thrashing about while holding his head between her quaking, sticky thighs, literally humping Rob's face into an orgasmic sunset.

A few more precious seconds of this taboo trifecta had Athena's body react in a way it never did before. It surprised both of them. Her pubic region, with a mighty shove, dislodged Rob. His head was pushed back, hitting against her left thigh. His fingers remained within the orifices doing their job. Then Athena squirted.

"Aaahhh!" she hollered.

Both she and he watched as a potent stream of her juices flashed out. Then another and another. It was more spraying than squirting as her honey howitzer belched out her essence, coating his forearm and inciting his fingers to delve inward faster.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Ohhhh, Robby!"

The former male dancer had a few lovers who squirted with intercourse. But never like this. It was a first for him. He didn't know if this was a regular occurrence for her. It was for them, as lovers, another first. The whole thing lasted less than ten seconds. But during that short span Rob just sat there in erotic shock and awe, fingering Athena and watching as she painted him and the bed with her release.

When she finished, Athena was just coming to grips—physically and emotionally—what just transpired. In all of her sexual life no man or woman ever made her squirt. She couldn't get over her son, of all people, incited her pussy to become a fountain. Her head felt like it was swimming. Her heart and emotions, already illicitly tied to Rob, went even more ape-shit over him now.

She saw him, sitting between her spread, tired legs, licking his hand and forearm. Rob was wearing a Kool-Aid grin and returning her look. His entire head looked like a freshly waxed floor, glossy with umpteen coats of her awesome sauce.

"You sweet, sexy beast," she murmured, her breathing still in the process of returning to a customary rate. "You made me squirt...for the first time!"

The stallion felt decadent pride, and forbidden love.

"What's a good son to do? Well," he said, moving his body to lay beside her, "your good son."

She chuckled, his face so close to hers. Athena smelled her musk on him, viewed her sticky gloss on him. She leaned in to kiss him.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too."

The tangy goodness of her ambrosia was passed between the two mouths, their tongues languidly rolling over each other in a passionate French kiss.

*

After a day of breakfast in bed—buttered bagels, coffee, and juice on a tray brought to Athena by Rob—a doggie-style romp on the living room sofa before lunch, and then chilling out with Sleepless in Seattle, the parent sadly announced she had to get home.

"Oh. Ok," he glumly replied.

"I have to do the wash before work. I usually do it Sunday mornings, but this certain stripper..."

She didn't finish. She just offered a weak smile. He responded with an equally feeble smirk.

It isn't easy to finish a sentence or be minimally funny when having to leave for the first time the person you've just fallen in love with.

They kissed. It was one of love, and tinged with that first episode of longing due to impending separation. Their lips didn't even want to part.

He cradled her face in his hands. Her heart ached. His lungs released a depressing exhale. Their foreheads touched when she entered his home. They touched now that she was leaving it.

She knew she was going to cry. It was just now a matter of her trying to hold it in during the 12 minute ride back to her White Plains apartment. They kissed again. This time it was hurried.

"Do me a favor?" Rob requested. He didn't even try to hide the sound of urgency in his plea.

"Yeah, sure."

"Call me when you get home."

Stunned and uncertain, she asked, "Um, ok. Why?"

"I just want to make sure you get home safely."

Athena was speechless. No previous lover including her husband during the honeymoon years of their marriage ever voiced such a concern. As if she couldn't fall more in love with him...she just did.

"Oh, Robby," she weepily uttered. "Yes. Yes, I will call you."

She gave him a quick peck on the lips, spun around, and left. By the time her Elantra was out of his driveway, tears were streaming down her face.

When the divorcee got home and composed herself, she phoned him.

"I'm home," she reassured after he picked up the phone on the second ring.

"I'm glad. I always want you to be safe and happy."

"Thank you," she softly said.

There was brief silence.

"Mom?" he started.

"Yeah?"

"I'm quitting The Ladies Room. I don't want to be with any other woman. I want you and you alone."

The parent sobbed.

"Mom, what' wrong?!"

"Nothing's wrong," she blubbered. "Nothing at all is wrong. Rob, you've made so happy you cannot even begin to imagine!"

He smiled.

"I'm glad."

"I love you son, my man."

*

At their job the next morning, Marti was in Athena's office.

"You didn't call yesterday and I got so worried," she feigned in an overly dramatic tone.

Then she gave a knowing grin.

"How was he?"

The parent closed her eyes and sighed.

"IN-credible!"

"How many times did he fuck you?" she begged.

"Twice."

Marti said down in the chair opposite the brunette's desk. She opened her legs, displaying her bare legs. Her fingers caressed an inner thigh, moving toward her pleasure junction.

Athena was aghast at her friend's brazenness.

"Marti! What the fuck are you doing?!"

The dirty blonde leaned to the side of her other hand. The movement caused her legs to splay open further, revealing to Athena that her coworker was wearing a beige thong. It made Rob's mother wheeze. It was the same one just three weeks ago Athena had taken in her mouth and pulled down Marti's legs with her teeth.

Marti's hand closed the door and resumed her original open-sitting position. The flats of the fingers of the other hand were now rubbing over the hilly mons.

"Where did he fuck you? How did he fuck you?" she seethed her lusty inquiry.

Beautiful Dante, with bugged out eyes viewing her friend rubbing her own barely-covered pussy, replied in hypnotized tone.

"In the shower Saturday night. Sunday afternoon on the sofa. Both times from behind."

"Sssss!" Marti hissed, at the same time slipping her middle finger under the thong's leg opening and curled it into her molten gash.

"Ohhh, I love it! Did he eat you?!"

The stacked mother was enraptured. Often, before getting into a torrid 69, the two cougars watched each other masturbate. Athena felt her own cunt getting damp.

"Yes..."

Marti's crooked digit was now pumping in and out of her wet and wired cunt.

"...he ate me in the morning," continued Athena. "This is how he woke me."

"Aahhhh! A romantic. Niiiicce!"

The licentious coworker pulled out her middle finger and brought it upward. It glistened with her creamy sauce. She sucked it clean and then reinserted into her slit. Athena's nipples now ached.

A few seconds of resuming fingering herself, Marti's own daze was startled when she felt her thong's gusset getting soaked. She already could smell her vaginal vapors; she didn't want to cum on her girl's office chair.

"You still have that bottle of Febreeze?" she worriedly asked while standing up.

The parent's reverie was broken. She reached for the bottom drawer of her desk.

"Um, yea."

Marti stepped away from the seat.

Athena sprayed the chair and her entire workplace.

"'thena I'm so sorry about that. Yesterday I figured you were getting screwed and I played with myself all day thinking about it. I was—am—truly happy for you. I got carried away asking for the details now."

The apologizing beauty was straightening out her skirt and continued.

"Again, I'm sorry."

Then the blonde bombshell noticed something. Her friend's nipples were poking through her blouse.

She gave a knowing look and sauntered over to her colleague.

"I see you were getting turned on yourself just now, hmmm?"

She leaned into the seated beauty, surprising Athena by what she did.

"Ohhh!" the mother exclaimed.

She glided her hand under Athena's skirt and rested the palm on her crotch.

"Mmmm," Marti seduced. "Warm. Moist."

The frisky stunner put her mouth to her friend's closest ear, at the same time she moved her hand over Athena's pubic mound.

"Aaahhh!" the brunette sighed, responding to the caress. Her temptress continued.

"Remember the times in the bathroom after work? How about that one time during the managers meeting—we almost got caught? We were so turned out when we got home we came buckets."

Marti's touch on the vagina was feathery. Its moisture grew. The MILF's eyes were fluttering. She was panting.

A vision of Rob came to mind. Athena pushed away her friend's hand.

Marti was taken back by this.

"Marti! We can't." Mr. Preston is due back this morning."

Athena hoped a given fact would suffice and placate her coworker.

Thankfully it did. The blonde smiled.

"Ok, babe. You're right. We don't want that old fart seeing two of his managers putting on a lesbian show right near his office."

She started walking out then turned back to Athena.

"I REALLY am glad you had a good time with Bobby Threads. He IS a great fuck."

Marti left. Athena sighed in relief.

She crop-dusted her office again with the Febreeze.

*

With the return of her boss, things had gotten busy at the office. It was so hectic that Athena didn't even realize her son hadn't called or texted her. By the time she headed home, she was starving for the chicken leftovers in her fridge.

As she walked in the building hallway toward her apartment, she could see a note on the door. It read, "I have a delivery for you. -- Ms. D." This was her neighbor, Ms. Diddlewurth, way down the hall. Athena chuckled to herself how much the widow looked like Estelle Getty from The Golden Girls. She padded down the opposite foyer and knocked.

"Ms. D, it's me Athena. I got your note."

She heard rustling within and the customary "Just a minute". The locks were undone and the door opened. Athena gasped.

The octogenarian was holding a bouquet of 12 long-stemmed, red roses in a glass vase. She smiled at her younger neighbor.

"These came for you around 1."

"They're beautiful!"

An aged, wrinkled index finger pointed to the small envelope stapled to the cellophane wrapping.

"There's a card here."

The MILF's smiled widely, her heart palpating. She knew who this was from without opening the card.

The elderly woman started shooing her away.

"Go on, dearie. Read your card. Enjoy your flowers."

"Thank you so much, Ms. D for accepting the delivery," she appreciated.

"Ah! No problem."

After Athena returned to her own dwelling and started fishing for her keys, she heard her neighbor's door being locked. When she got inside she placed the vased flowers on her kitchen counter and tore open the envelope.

"12 flowers of beauty for one beautiful woman. Love, Rob" was written on the egg-colored card.

Her lips started to quiver. She reached for her Smartphone.

"Hey, Mom."

"Hey, babe. The flowers are gorgeous!"

"They're just like you."

Smooth yet sincere.

"Thank you, son."

"You're more than welcome."

Silence. Then she spoke.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"No," he answered and changed his tone to sound child-like. "And I'm really, really hungry, ma."

"What do you want to eat?" The question was innocent. As soon as the words left her mouth she realized the double entendre.

His chuckle was beyond naughty.

"Behave," she jokingly admonished.

"Mom, do you really want me to behave?"

Her answer was immediate.

"No."

"Awright," he said with an air of joking conceit. "You want me to pick up anything?"

"Just pick up that that luscious dick of yours and get over here. I need a nice serving of Tubesteak alla Threads."

He burst out laughing.

"No more Threads," he said.

She was quiet, then asked.

"What?"

"I went in late this morning and resigned."

"Were they upset?"

"They were PISSED. But I don't care. I have a nice savings account and a very good stock portfolio. Most of all, I have you.

He could her starting to sniffle.
"Please don't cry, ma. You're going to ruin my Italian delivery."

Puzzled, she inquired, "What Italian delivery?"

"My hot sausage and peppers which I am going to deliver into that hot oven you call a pussy."

*

Twenty-three minutes later mother and son were naked on her living room rug adjacent to their discarded clothes. She lay prone, with her killer legs splayed wantonly open. Kneeling before her open womanhood he held his vibrant, fleshy appendage, casually rubbing it over her drooling, puffy sex lips.

"Ohhhh, baby Robby! Don't tease me like that," she purred, rolling her bubble ass into the soft carpet and casually rubbing a hand over her stiff, mouth-watering nipples.

Masking his own increasing lust, he responded with an almost blasé, "Ok."

Rob directed the tip of his spear to the wet and needy opening of her sex and merely nudged forward.

"Uggghhh!" she grunted as the plum-shaped top passed through her soggy, curtain-like folds and descended into her channel.

"Ohhhhh!" he sounded as he felt his prick entering a world of liquid velvet. Hot, liquid velvet, which pulled his phallus into its simmering depths.

The caring lover gingerly lowered his body onto hers, softly mashing her buxom breasts. Her teats sent electrical shocks throughout his chest as they grazed against him. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him. Her mouth, next to his ear, whispered her desire.

"Fuck me, Robby Baby! Fuck me GOOD and HARD!"

It was a combination of her lusty request, the exquisite feel of her vaginal walls—wet, tight, and embracing—and the wrapping of her legs around his waist which set off the hunk. Without any hesitation, he began fucking Athena with fast, pummeling strokes.

"Ohhhh, shit!" she yelled before his mouth found hers.

His young, lean hips were a blur as he pulverized her. Over and over, time and time again he rammed his hard-charging prick into the maternal cake. Her sizzling juices splashed against his balls and thighs. The wet, frantic, slapping sounds echoing throughout the apartment was akin to a porn movie.

Supporting himself in a standard push-up stance, Rob finished tongue-kissing his stunning cougar-parent and gazed down at her. She returned his look, her eyes narrowed and ablazed with forbidden, primal lust.

"Your cock feels AWESOME! Don't stop, don't stop. Mommy needs it BAD!"

Utilizing his youthful vigor, the muscled lad maintained staying power and was relentless in his vigorous tapping at the forbidden snatch. Meanwhile, her legs increased their hold around him, her cute toes curling as his sleek member was relentless in tenderizing her buttery cunt.

Rob couldn't get enough of Athena's pussy. Its heat and squishiness, the way its inner confines rippled and enveloped his shaft. The allure of the forbidden fruit. It was all—spectacular!

"So good!" he hissed. "Your pussy is SO FUCKING GOOD AND SWEET, Mom!"

This was music to the beauty's ears. She slid her hands down to his ass and grabbed a hold of both sweaty, flexing cheeks. She clasped and squeezed his butt. He moaned and amped up his thrusts, grinding into her, sending his stiffness deeper and deeper into her juicy muff.

It seemed to her like Rob was determined to return to the womb from where he originated from. Her arousal increased exponentially. She blatantly rotated her opulent hips, shoving up her crotch to meet his downstrokes, and squeezed her cuntal muscles around his ramroding penis.

Athena loved her son's reaction: his whole body shivered, his eyes bugged out, and his mouth was agape. She felt am intense, raunchy thrill. And power.

The envelopment of her vaginal muscles scorched his senses. It also got his male ego upset. Full of youth and sexual confidence, the ex-stripper was not to be undone.

He transformed into a juggernaut. He redoubled the strength in his arms and pounded into his mother like there was no tomorrow. Rob's 7 inches of youthful manhood tantalized and satisfied her pussy.

Then, like a thunderstorm, the fierceness ended. He dropped the tempo. The expert stallion altered his thrusts to measured, deep, protracted insertions.

Athena had been tossing her head from side to side, releasing "Oh's" and "Ah's" when he was boning her at light speed. When he slowed she looked up at him, with wondering eyes. He was gazing down on at her with a cocky [pun intended] smile.

"You like that, mom? Hmmm? You like the way your son fucks you?"

He sensually rolled his hips, stressing his question, so that the next thrust caused his enlarged, throbbing dick to downreach enticingly slow into her creamy vortex.

The babe's head immediately nodded and was followed by a hoarse, "Yea!"

Rob applied another unhurried, deep-seated plunge into the sweltering muff. He got that championship feeling in his mind again.

"Who owns your pussy, Athena?"

The mannish boy was planting his staff—literally and figuratively, laying decadent claim to the most forbidden vagina on the planet to him.

The cougar was out of her mind with lust and love for her cub. Mostly lust, at this moment. She willingly answered.

"You do." she croaked.

Signed, sealed, and delivered! He lecherously surmised.

Having "closed" the deal, Young Dante was about to resume his ferocious fucking when he saw a strange look in her eyes. The appearance of primal wantonness had been replaced by a serene display of happiness. Athena gave him a small smile. Then a tear slid down her cheek.

Rob was balls-deep in her gash, and he was confused. Then she spoke, softly, to him.

"You, my son, own my pussy...my heart, mind, body, and soul!"

And with that, she came.

"Uggghhhh!" she moaned aloud.

Her curvaceous. luscious body tingled, then shook as her orgasm swept over her.

"Ohhhhhh, Robbbbbby! I'm cummmmming!"

Her vaulting cunt throbbed euphorically. Rob got the sense his mother was going to squirt again. No sooner did he withdraw then her juices gushed out. Her scream was a hybrid of ecstasy and satisfaction.

"Aaaahhhhh!" the bombshell groaned.

They were both visually captivated by the wellspring. The release was a one-timer and succinct, but robust. Much of the discharging ambrosia splashed onto the top half of his hard cock which bobbed wildly right in front of the open, gysering cunt. He grabbed the sleek shaft and jammed it back into the drenched twat.

Determined to wring out every second of this epic sequel, Athena frantically rubbed her clit. In brief moments of desperation not to loose the fleeting gratification, she hysterically patted her wired nub. Then she rubbed it again.

The shameless, lusty mom brought her soggy hand up to Rob. He lowered his head and engulfed her fingers. He hungrily sucked, and tasted her ambrosia. Once he cleaned all five digits, his tongue lapped at the offered and shiny palm.

Rob had resumed steamrolling his hard, willing prick into Athena's custard pie.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

"Oh, ah! Ohhhh!"

In less than a minute, it was time for the male culmination. Rob's sweaty, swaying nuts tightened and his brain got that instantaneous alert.

"I'm gonna cum!" he announced.

Athena flung her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto her, and into her. She grunted when his hardness careened against her cervix. Then she whispered in his ear.

"Cum in mommy! Cum in your mommy!"

"Aaarrrggghhh, YES!"

The thick, desired, milky ropes jettisoned out of the pistoning cock. It was getting good for the studly son. He rolled his shoulders, pushing his ejaculating member further and further into the flooded vagina. The illicit elixir of her juices and his semen drooled out of the pleasured cunt.

Athena continued her incestuous authorization.

"Cum in mommy! Ohhhhhhh, that's it baby! Give it to me!"

She knew the force of his exploding drives would leave her sore tomorrow. She didn't care.

"That's it Robby! Ugh! Ah!"

"Arrrrrrr!"

"Momma's so proud of you! Give me it! Give me all your lovin'!"

*

He was the first to fall asleep after the earth-moving crescendos. She was exhausted herself and had been cooing and cuddling with him as they rested. Athena looked over at the alarm clock on the night stand next to the bed. She set it for an hour earlier than her usual wake-up. She'd need to get dressed, go home, shower, eat and go to work. She rested her head on Ben's ascending and descending chest.

*

For the next several weeks, the relationship between Athena and Rob developed pretty much like a "regular" boy-girl relationship: spending time together, wild fucking or passionate love making, spending time cocooning at each other's places, and going out. When they dined out, danced or went to a movie their destinations were anywhere else but their native Westchester County.

It was the taboo nature of their bond which, while individually and collectively was their ultimate sexual high, weighed on them. There were no known precedents of this kind. She expressed her concerns and he listened attentively. He empathized and shared his own apprehensions. She in turn was "all ears" and displayed a typical mother's caring. They would not realize until later on that these nocturnal and weekend heart-to-hearts would strengthen, deepen, and solidify their decadent connection.

*

Immediately after the Night of the Roses as they called it, the two made copies of the keys to their respective homes and began leaving things over each other's place.

As he became more of a presence in her life and apartment building, Rob got Ms. D's seal of approval. This was during a visit when he was bringing his laptop over to Athena's. He introduced himself to her and after polite conversation, the elderly neighbor warned him.

"Robert, you look like a nice young man and I hope things work out between you and Athena. She is like a daughter to me. But let me say this! She has been through enough heartache with that bastard ex-husband and losing her children. If you ever, EVER hurt her—physically, emotionally, whatever—I will shove my cane so far up your ass you'll be able to lick the end of it!"

The muscled lad smiled and appreciated the heartfelt, genuine concern expressed by the elderly neighbor.

"Don't worry, Ms. D." he jovially reassured her while thinking to himself If this old bird knew who I really was and what I was doing with Athena, she'd have a coronary right here. "I would never hurt her."

His pledge received a deadpan look from the woman. Her serious eyes bore a hole through him. She raised an index finger at him. Rob thought it looked like an eagle's claw.

"I'm not FUCKING joking, Robert! I was the cumare of a well-known Bonanno capo. His son adored me more than his own mother! I still keep in contact with the kid. Unless you want to go Luca Brasi..."

She trailed off, not completing the statement. She only glared at him.

He felt fear. Honest, knees-shaking, heart-stopping fear. He managed a croaking response.

"I promise Ms. D. I will never hurt Athena in any way."

Her stern, warning look changed instantly to a warm, sunny smile.

"That's a good boy!"

A few days after their introduction, the former mistress met her pretty neighbor, giving her take on him.

"That Robby," she commented with glee, "he seems like a really nice boy. Handsome, respectful—I think you got a winner there, Athena."

She knew she had a winner.

"Me, too Ms. D."

Then Diddlewurth leaned in as if relaying a secret.

"And," she started in a hushed tone, "he's probably hung like a horse."

The MILF was shocked. The octogenarian flashed a wicked grin and finished the conversation with a movie quote.

"Yippee ki-ay, motherfucker!"

*

A few days later, Rob returned to his place with the last of her stuff.

"Hey, sexy," he greeted strolling into the kitchen to see Athena cooking veal cutlet parmesan and ziti.

It was a stay-at-home Friday night for them. She had wanted to prepare one of his favorite dishes while he got her remaining necessities.

She spun around him with a look of anger.

"How dare you call me that?!"

She did look sexy. She was wearing one of his white T-shirts. His eyes bugged out when he first caught sight of her in the tight-fitting tee. It was like a second skin, magnificently covering and highlighting her lush rear. Actually it barely covered the nude, curvy cheeks. When she pirouetted to face him, her massive tits jiggled freely under the material, proving she was also braless.

The shapely sight before him quickly turned into a display of verbal fury. It left him dumbfounded and his rising cock shriveled in nanoseconds.

"I am your mother, young man! Don't you ever forget that!"

Jeez first I get threatened by Ms. D and now I'm getting reamed out by Mom.

"I'm, I'm sorry, Mom," Rob meekly stuttered.

"You better be, mister!"

Athena was breathing heavy. If she wasn't so pissed, the rise and fall of her breasts in the tight T-shirt would have aroused him.

"Sexy?!" she asked incredulously. It was a borderline scream.

He was taken back. He had no idea why she was offended by his 'hello' but her blood was definitely up.

"Don't you ever call me sexy again!" she demanded, walking toward him with narrowed eyes. She stood nose-to-nose with him.

Suddenly, her tone became playful.

"Call me 'sexy goddess.' But never just plain 'sexy.'"

Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Rob, rolling his eyes back in an OMG way, felt relieved.

"Oh shit, Mom," he sighed exasperatingly.

*

That night after dinner, Athena showed Rob the website for True M/S Love. The main page was a simple red background with the words "No greater love than that of a mother and son" in white calligraphy.

"Her name is Holly Connor and she is a psychologist who helps mothers and sons," Athena surmised and then quoted from the site, 'understand, appreciate, further and enhance their unique bond.'"

Rob clicked the Bio page and scanned Connor's story.

"Her husband cheated on her, she and her son, Robert—" Athena and he both smiled at the same names, "became lovers." Young Dante read from the site.

The first time we made love was right after I discovered my husband was on his fourth girlfriend. I threw the bastard out of the house. I was crying and a wreck. Rob held me, comforted me. He reassured me everything was going to be ok. He also said that if he was his father he would never cheat on me. 'I would have no reason to, not with such a magnificently looking lady' like me, he stated.

I adored the compliment. Being in his arms was so soothing, safe, and comforting. I cannot remember the last time my husband held me tenderly like that. I looked into my son's beautiful eyes, and at his rugged face. I felt such love. The smell of his Calvin Klein cologne Obsession for Men—oh, I love that one—took me away from the pain. Then I felt his penis get hard against me. He was soooo mortified. He jumped up from the living room couch where we were sitting, screaming apologies. I heard the apologies, but I didn't listen. I was so mesmerized by his erection. It stood so tall and proud through his jeans. The sight of a big fat 'one'—made big and fat through contact with my body—had my sexual being take flight. I was wet like a dish rag.

I calmed him down and told him how appreciative I was that he found me arousing. I kissed him lightly on the mouth. Then a little heavier. Before you know it, we were Frenching like Parisians. Hands were everywhere. Clothes were on the floor soon after. Then we fucked like two alley cats.

Ms. Dante was also perusing the autobiography. Her face saddened.

"Her son was killed by a drunk driver. She says the three years they were lovers were the best. Now she propagates the values and benefits of an incestuous relationship between mother and son."

Rob squeezed her hand. Athena's smiled warmly at him.

"Let's go see Dr. Connor," he said.

She willfully nodded, then rest her head on shoulder after a slow, endearing kiss.

*

There was a one-week vetting process to see Dr. Holly Connor. The therapist had to ensure her perspective clients were not in fact law enforcement officials. Once the mother and son checked out as genuine, they could see the empathetic, sympathetic, and ravishingly attractive doctor. When Rob and Athena walked into Connor's office North Jersey office, they thought Julianne Moore was greeting them.

"The irony of it all," Holly chuckled, "I look like an actress who in a movie played an incestuous mother with her son."

"But you had real love with your son," Athena commented as she sat on the sofa in the clinician's office.

"Yes," Connor agreed.

A nostalgic smile, tinted by a bit of sadness, appeared across Holly's face. She caught herself.

"Well, I've read your story. First let me say," she began, "Athena, I almost cried when I read about your marriage."

It was the Beautiful Dante's turn to become reflective.

"Thank you."

The therapeutic focus shifted to the Adonis next to her on the couch.

"Rob, you were a male stripper?" she asked, her tone inopportunely revealing her personal interest in his occupation.

Almost apologetically, he responded with a flat "Yes."

She did a quick scan of the seated young man.

I can see why he'd be a stripper. I'd stick a week's worth of HMO payments into his G-string.

Her conscious mind restrained her from licking her lips. She continued.

"You two rediscovered each other through social media, and communicated via email for a while," she was surmising from memory.

The counselor looked down at the tablet on her lap which had their intake form on its screen. Her eyes were moving across, reading the info. Her pupils then got wide. She looked at Athena and Bob then went back to the notes.

"You reunited at Rob's strip club?!" she asked in astonishment.

The two nodded, somewhat awkwardly.

The redhead's breathing became increasingly heavy.

"You too had no fore knowledge you'd each be there—together, on the same night?!"

"No," they sounded in two-part harmony.

"That is soooooo fucking incredibly hot!" raved Connor.

Athena and Bob felt a combination of being thrilled and relieved at the approving evaluation.

Holly, meanwhile, was getting turned on. She never had patients who got together in such a manner. She shifted in her chair so that her long, bare, snake-like legs stretched out, one purposely crossing over the other. The spiked high-heel shoe of the crossed-over foot sexily dangled from the limb.

"Rob hadn't mentioned in his emails what specifically he did for work," Athena inputted. "I went to The Ladies Room with my coworkers. My friend, Marti, had just gotten divorced and we were throwing her a divorce shower."

The psychologist, recalling this name from the data, interrupted her.

"This Marti, she was your friend and lover—correct?"

"Yes," she answered matter-of-factly.

Hmmm, beautiful and bisexual. Yum!

Moisture was setting into the redhead's panties. Her nipples were also becoming erect.

"So you go to this strip-joint for women to celebrate your friend's divorce, and the main attraction turns out to be your long-lost son. How did you feel, Athena?"

It was becoming difficult for Connor to maintain a professional tone.

"Initially, I was mortified. I also felt angry that after all the money spent on his college, he was doing Chippendales."

"Ok. You're shocked and pissed. After making this very unique discovery, why didn't you leave?"

The brunette shifted nervously in her seat, glancing at her son, down to the floor, and then at the therapist.
"I would be embarrassed and have a lot of explaining to do the next day with Marti and at work on Monday."

"What do you mean?"

"The Ladies Room is an establishment known to have public sex, often between the male dancers and the female patrons. Marti and I already planned for a threesome with a male stripper. Several of our coworkers also knew of this plan. How would that look?"

"You could have said you suddenly got sick."

"Yeah, but..."

"But what?" Connor prodded.

"I got aroused."

"You got aroused...by your stripper son?"

The counselor was hopeful they didn't sense her cracking voice in the question. Holly's nipples started to twinge while her secretions rained into the gusset of her underwear.

The parent felt like she was being literally squeezed. Her answer was a raspy admission.

"Yes."

The next question was a decent attempt to sound clinical.

"What about Bob aroused you?"

"His looks. His body. The way he stripped."

"What about the incestuous element of this scenario? Did this add to your arousal?"

Athena was silent. Now she felt like she got busted with her hands in the cookie jar.

Come on! Say it! the clinical mind screamed to itself.

The parent maintained silence initially but relented.

"Yes."

Holly was feeling lightheaded. Maintaining a professional, clinical veneer was difficult. She really wanted to play with her turgid, screaming teats and frig her searing gash. She, almost desperately, wanted to hear from the hunky dancer. She turned her attention to Rob but Athena spoke.

"I also felt something else."

Shit!

"What was that?"

The doctor was proud of herself the way she was able to mask her frustration.

"I felt jealousy."

Holly returned her attention to the bombshell patient.

"I felt guilt, then arousal, then guilt—it went on for several minutes. When I finally and completely joined the Dark Side/became Kay Parker, I was jealous. That was the 'something else.'"

Holly—and Rob—were all ears.

"I was jealous of the other women, including Marti. I didn't like them looking at him, touching him—everything. Even when Marti and I were sharing Rob—I didn't like it."

The Adonis blinked when he heard this revelation. The psychologist leaned in toward Athena, literally hanging on the tell-all words.

"He was my son. He was mine. Physically I enjoyed the threesome. But mentally I didn't. I wasn't completely into the whole thing until it was just him and me."

Connor's view moved to the studly offspring.

"How did you feel when you saw your mother?"

"When we were introduced by Marti, I was embarrassed. I felt shame. I was angrily thinking, 'How the hell could this be happening?' I felt bad for Mom when we first looked at each other. Then it changed."

"What changed?" Holly queried.

"The way Mom was looking at me, well, my dick."

Hot damn!

Holly's cuntal lips, covered in her seeping honey, throbbed, and begged for attention.

"This was when?"

"I had stripped down to my G-string, which Marti removed. I was then naked in front of my mother in a strip club for women. When Marti introduced us and after the initial embarrassment, I saw Mom looking at my cock like the other women were. She was digging me."

"Were you hard?"

The therapist was coming to the end of not caring whether she sounded clinical or not.

"Yes."

Holly's thighs were beginning to do Kegel-like movements. Her needy, full-size tits quickly rose and fell as her labored breathing was frantic.

"I also noticed what a hottie my mother was."

"So you now view your mother as a sexy woman and a sexy mother—your sexy mother. How did you feel about having committed incest in public and no one knew about it?"

There was an intensity and hunger in the question.

"For me," Bob replied, "it was THE hottest sex ever. It was unexpected and the whole aura around it—taboo, in a strip club, first a threesome, and then it was just mom and me—it was epic!"

That did it for Dr. Holly Connor. She was undulating in her chair and began to wail.

"Ohhhhhh!"

The patients, unsure of what was happening, just looked on puzzled.

"Aaahhh! Ugh! I'm cumming!" she raunchily declared.

Rob and Athena glanced at each other then back to their therapist.

"Oh shit! Your, your story is scorching hot! I've never heard anything like this. Ahhh!

You're making me cum—without being touched!"

The two couldn't get over what was happening.

"Ugghhhh!" grunted the redhead, professionally dressed, yet moaning like a whore and thrashing like a fish out of water.

Holly tore open her blouse, several buttons flying in different directions. She was critically in need to free her yearning, full-to-overflowing breasts. Once the blouse was splayed open, she quickly released the two large globes of flesh from the bra. The cool air stimulated her already-worried nipples.

The excited, comely redhead slumped into her chair, pushing up her skirt. She was already climaxing but was so out of her mind with Grade A lust that she wanted to hasten it. Her smooth thighs parted. One hand frantically pulled aside the soaking pair of panties exposing her bald, pink, honey hole to the mother and son. The fingers of the other hand delved onto the humid mound and fanned the excited clit.

"Oh yessssss!" Connor cried.

The illicit lovers watched Holly with complete attention. In turn, they got turned on. Athena's teats were like pencil erasers and her slit was rapidly moistening. She turned to her son. His eyes and breathing was like hers: wide and raspy. She licked her lips when she saw the massive protrusion in his jeans. Her hand began to rub it. He looked at her.

"Oh, mom!"

The two words got both women amped up. Holly was frantically strumming the pearl center of her sex. Athena leaned her face to Rob's and wildly Frenched him. He returned her passionate fury, wrapping his eager lips around her fluttering tongue and sucked on it.

After a few more torrid moments of lips and tongues colliding, Athena removed her sweatshirt. She eyed Rob with intense, primal hunger.

"It's time to fuck mommy!" she lewdly announced, reaching for his belt buckle.

Holly's initial climax was washing away, with a new one on the horizon. Watching the mother's fingers flying to undo Rob's buckle, the beautiful psychologist brought a quivering tit up to her mouth. With her eye on the illicit couple, her tongue lapped at the nipple and areola—over and over again. Her ecstasy maximized.

Once his belt and jeans button opened, the eager hunk lifted his hips off the chair so that she could pull down his pants. Athena panted when his grey, tented jockeys—adorned with a pre-jizz stain—came into view. Like a wildcat, the MILF removed his sneakers, socks, and jeans. She sexily looked over her shoulder at Connor, who noticed Athena's rack jiggle in the lavender bra as she turned around.

"You don't mind if I fuck my son right here in your office, do you Holly?" she tempted in a low, seductive tone.

Athena stood up to the side of Rob allowing Holly to view them. The redhead's eyes were immediately drawn to the erection, standing proudly against his underwear. Then her eyes shifted to the beauty's voluminous tits and slope-like V, both sensually encased in lavender.

She was so whorishly in awe of the nearly naked mother and son, she couldn't speak. Athena picked up on that.

"Hmmm, Dr. Connor? Is it ok if I fuck my son? Here?"

The divorcee snapped opened her bra and let it dropped down to the carpet. She let her counselor gawk at her naked tits and turgid nipples. Athena sighed in mock exasperation, pretending she was about to make a concession in a business negotiation. She sat down on the couch and stripped off her soaked thong. Then she opened her legs for Holly to leer at her throbbing, syrupy cunt.

"Uh, yes," Holly, mesmerized by the salmon insides of the maternal twat, was finally able to respond. "That's fine, my dear."

"Thank you," Athena chirped.

The naked temptress rolled to her right. Her fingers hooked under the waistband of Rob's underwear and forcefully yanked them down. The mighty, iron-like cock snapped into view, causing Holly to sound as if she lost her breath. She was visually enraptured by its length, girth, and generous top.

Athena heard Connor gasp. She looked with a mischievous grin at the masturbating counselor. She furthered the decadent display of her son by pulling down his jockeys around his ankles. She could see Holly's gaze on his two hefty, meaty testicles and bristly, black pubic hair. The hottie mom quickly pulled his feet out of the briefs.

Facing him, Athena straddled Rob and squatted. He watched raptly as her big tits swung about, and her sweet, curvaceous body lowered itself onto him. His focus was now on the meeting of their groins.

It reminded Rob of Star Trek in an erotic way. His cock was beamed up into Athena's pussy. First it was the spongy cap, splitting apart the luscious, buttery cunt petals and disappearing upward. The shaft, throbbing with raw passion, was next sucked up into the MILF's blistering, churning tunnel.

The gorgeous parent moaned her love of the penetration.

"Uggghhhh!"

His billowing was consecutive.

"Oooohhhhhhh!"

As every scrumptious inch of the virile penis rose up into her, the divorcee rolled her head back, thrusting out her magnificent rack. Rob simply lay there, letting his mother fuck him. He was hypnotized by the sight of her rapacious cunt swallowing his erection. He was enslaved to the pleasure that he felt, and saw on her gorgeous face.

When their pubic regions met, his prick fully encapsulated in her tight confines, they released another chorus of animalistic wails.

"Ohhhhhh, babbbyyyyy! Your cock feels sooo good!"

"Aaaarrgggghhhh, Mom!"

Athena's head swirled about. Her raven mane sexily flew all over the place. It was then that her lush, alluring hips took off and she rode him.

It was a combination of wild undulations and vicious slamming down of her needy, moist cake on his dick. Normally when she bronco-busted her boy, she'd begin with languid rolls, letting the fire between them build up. Her fire was already ablaze.

Meanwhile Holly had disrobed entirely, joining the mating pair in complete nudity. Standing, she was now using both hands to play with her juicy, simmering cunt. She watched them with famished zeal, wanting so bad to join them. Short-term she doubted they would be upset, especially considering they already enjoyed a threesome. But these two were already set up, living and loving like husband and wife. She dismissed the tantalizing, tempting notion of making it a ménage a trios.

"Go ahead, Athena! Fuck him! Fuck your son! Yeaahhhhh!" she hissed.

The Adonis' hands were on the beauty's tits, squeezing them, kneading them. He pinched and pulled the teats. She soared with immense pleasure.

"Ahhh! Oh! Squeeze momma's tits! Yes!"

Next Rob lifted his head forward and took turns licking the plump, bouncing nipples.

"Eeeeeee!" the goddess squealed.

Connor returned to her seat, which was on an angle giving her a better view of the taboo nursing. Her anxious, sticky fingers were rampant in diving more and more into her sumptuous cake to hasten her 2nd orgasm.

When the ache in his neck was too much, the son laid his head back down on the top of the couch. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. With a long, hoarse, animalistic groan, she opened her lips and accepted his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was hot and heavy.

It also jacked up the young stallion and he took the sexual initiative. He placed his hands on her hips to steady her and proceeded to lay into her. He throttled upward, shoving his hot, steely member up into her fiery cunt—uncontrollably, repeatedly.

The reverberation of wet slapping flesh echoed. The inverted jackhammering popped open her eyes and, enthralled her ardent slit to release more sap thereby providing better traction for his northerly thrusts.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Robbbb!" she stammered loudly. "Fuck me! Yessss! Fuck meeee!"

Rob was a juggernaut, passionately ramming his gratifying cock high up into Athena's convulsing muff. He wittingly pushed her down just about every time she jumped up because of his pummels. The young Romeo was crazed with wild abandon.

"Oh shit, Mom! Your pussy feels so fucking good!" he screamed through gritted teeth.

"Aaaahhhh! Uggghhh! You too babbbbyyyyy! Love your cock! Love it!"

The two were so lost in their debauchery, sweat flying off their contorted bodies, that they forgot about Holly. They didn't see her own raunchy act or sounds. The sultry psychologist was climaxing, thanks to them and her spirited fingers.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned as her overflowing groove saturated her massaging, diddling, pumping digits.

In a short time, Athena's orgasm tolled next.

"Yesssss! Son!! You're making Mother cum! Oh! Oh! Yesss!"

She lifted her shaking form off his joyous rod and squirted, her nectar drizzling all over his groin and lower stomach.

He enjoyed seeing the several-seconds worth of her pussy fountaining but once the shower was over, the steaming lad pushed her back down on his lusty, very needy dick.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" Athena grunted, as she was furiously impaled once yet again on her son's hardness.

Holly couldn't believe the brunette squirted. Then her bowflexing hunk shoved her back down his cock. The gorgeous counselor wanted to fuck herself again but her 2nd orgasm just disappeared leaving her cunt very, very sore.

After several thunderous upward drives, the revved-up, lunging, virile cock started to ejaculate into Athena's receptive orifice.

"Mmmaaaaaaaaaa!" Rob moaned.

The climaxing babe was undulating, and bouncing up and down as her crescendo was ¾ over when she felt the forbidden burst of semen. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her mouth was in a capital O shape as Rob's hot, thick, creamy release began to paint her adoring cuntal walls.

"Aaaarrrgghhhhhh!" the boy-toy continued.

It seemed like Athena could sense his actions. His shaft throbbed, and next the top blasted out a rope of cum. Shaft throbbed, top blasted, rope of cum. Throb, blast, rope, repeat. Her insatiable, incestuous cunt was tireless in squeezing out every precious white drop which was incoming.

"Give it to momma! Give it momma! Give me all your loving!"

*

After mother, son and therapist climaxed and rested, they put their clothes back on and continued with the session.

"Athena, the world has become a very, very cold, callous place. I am not even talking about global terrorism and other geo-political issues. I am talking about one on one interaction between individuals. People do not even say 'thank you' or 'gesundheit' anymore in public or on public transportation. Divorce has been on rise for over 40 years and there is no let up.

"There is an underground swell of mothers and sons, hurt by spouses or significant others, who look to each other for comfort and, yes, love. Not your usual parent-child love but the love like husband and wife. This 'new' love is sexual, and virtually always with an emotional and faithful aspect. What greater love is there than a mother's for her son's? Studies show many men subconsciously fall for a woman who reminds them of their mom. The ubiquitous "May-December" romance is just a sanitized version of a mother-son relationship. And of course there is the ageless Oedipus complex.

"Additionally there is with this type of union the attraction to the forbidden. Mothers and sons are not supposed to act like husbands and wife. Doing something sexually—and mutually consenting—which is taboo is alluring and thrilling. You two know first hand of this.

"With your particular situation, you had the element of surprise and the unexpected. Combine those factors with incest and it is no wonder you two didn't care and just reveled in the illicit sex at the club.

"I would say the emotional aspects of love and fidelity you both experienced immediately after returning home that night was based on your individual—and similar—histories with romantic partners."

Athena and Bob were pleased with Holly's assessment.

"You two have been a couple for two months now. How is everything?"

"Wonderful," he said.

"Beautiful," she added.

"I just saw your sex life is outstanding," Connor jokingly commented. "How do you feel about each other—as a couple? Where do you two see yourselves in 10-20 years?"

Bob again responded first, looking at his gorgeous mother. "Enjoying my life with the only woman who I enjoy and love."

Athena began loosing it, beaming at her son, and not caring about the tears. She touched the side of his face with her palm.

"Oh, baby. I love you! I too also see me with you, sharing my existence with you and only you."

They looked at each other with love, longing, and affection.

Connor's own heart strings were being pulled.

"So go, you two. Go together. Live and love together."

The redhead watched Athena and Bob walk out of her office, holding hands.

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Editor's Note: Dr. Holly Connor first appeared in John, Fuck Your Mother.
Uptown Spunk Ch. 03 Pt. 01
The final chapter.
Athena Dante danced erotically, sensually before her audience. The 43 year old brunette MILF, a virtual double for Sofia Vergara, was in a red cherry mesh babydoll. She slowly swayed her sexy, buxom body to AC/DC's The Jack. Her full hips slid to the left then to right then back again, showcasing their enticing curves. Her large, mouthwatering tits, capped with diamond-hard nipples, jiggled in the cups of the lingerie.

With her hands hanging by her side, Athena spread her long, sculpted legs which were accented by her 4-inch, fire engine red heels. She tilted back slightly her upper body. Her breasts and nipples thrusted skyward, making the flimsy material look like a lurid mountain silhouette. The material's short hem rose up, revealing her luscious crotch. The stunner undulated her panty-covered vagina at the audience. It was actually a thong which encased the heated, moistening, bald pussy.

She closed her eyes, reliving how she did this in bed with her Adonis lover. So many times he was atop of her, pounding away at her greedy snatch, and she lifted up her groin so her clit would have a head-on collision with the pummeling shaft. The gratifying aftershocks she felt were epic.

"Ohhhh!" she cooed, just audible enough for her audience to hear.

The risqué memories and her stripper-like moves turned her on. Her teats were aroused as they scarped inside the babydoll. Her sex lips were getting fat while her brewing oils seeped into the tiny gusset of her panties.

Athena's dirty mind envisioned his 7-inch penis, hard as Chinese trigonometry, having just penetrated her gooey cunt lips and screwing her marvelously. She nick-named its owner Omaha Steaks. Like the century-old meat provider, he always delivered his juicy, delicious beef into her open hot oven (or mouth).

She flickered her eyes open and saw Omaha Steaks in the audience. The sight of him, with his impressive erection extremely obvious, made her grind a little faster. It also made her wetter. There was a visible stain on the front of her panties.

The mature babe flashed him a naughty grin. He beamed back at her with a knowing look.

Omaha Steaks was the audience. He was seated before the enticing beauty. His bare cock, solid and throbbing, was her sexual siren. He was good-looking, muscular charming, and naked as the day he was born... to her.

Robert Dante, Athena's only son, sat in their living room watching her dance and disrobe.

It was all the 23 year old could do from playing with himself.

"Shit, mom! You're a helluva of stripper!"

Athena grinned with preserve pride.

"It must run in the family."

Her response was a reference to Rob's earlier profession. The former Bobby Threads used to make a lot of women excited when he danced and shed his suit at The Ladies Room. It was this club for women where the two unexpectedly met just over a year ago and where their torrid, forbidden yet satisfying relationship began.

This Friday night's fuck festivities—as mother and son privately called their coupling on the weekend's opening night—was a semi-regular event where the hottie parent did a bump and grind for him.

Athena was now getting down to business. She unhurriedly lowered the straps of the lingerie down to her shoulders. His eyes flared at the revealing of her breasts. The two large, fleshy melons jiggled tantalizingly as they were set free from the flimsy red top. Thanks to gravity the lingerie was on the floor. Nonchalantly, the enchantress stepped forward, topless, and sauntered toward Rob.

Robert's eyes were locked onto the mammaries. Standing before him, Athena raised her cupped hands and took hold of her breasts. She fondled them, caressed them, flickered the teats, as the rest of her white-hot body gyrated.

Playing with her tits in front of her aroused son was stimulating. Tweaking her turgid nipples doubled the pleasure.

"Oh, yessssss!" she hissed.

Robert wasn't into bondage. Neither was Athena. But he wished he had handcuffs to prevent him from fisting himself right now

AC/DC segued into The Rolling Stones' Love Is Strong.

The hot and saucy cougar, eyes open and blazing with lust, slithered between her child's brawny thighs. She took her breasts and enveloped his hard-on with them, the solidified dick bobbing up and down between the two maternal jugs.

"Ahhhh, mom!" he sighed as the pillowy, spacious, and seductive feel of her tits and cleavage massaged his excited member, up and down the quivering shaft.

Athena, in tune with the provocative song, bathed the young, hard prick with the plushness of the space between her pressed-together breasts. It thrilled her to see Rob toss his head back at the exquisiteness she gave him.

After several more minutes of tit-fucking, the seductress moved back. Rob looked like he didn't receive anything from Santa Claus on Christmas morning. She resumed rubbing her tits, caressing the heavy globes. With a smoky look at him, she lifted a tit and fluttered her tongue against the fat, bloated nipple.

The male eyes widened and his deprived schlong bounced.

She winked at her son, then gave the distended nub a couple extra licks then worked on the other one.

"You like this, don't you?" she purred, "You like watching mommy lick her own stiff, horny nipples, don't you?"

"Ohhhhhh, yeah!" the amped-up stud quickly agreed.

She eyed him as the tip of her tongue worked the distended, prickly-looking areola.

Athena got such a sexual rush when her son's ample and upright manhood jolted and bobbed at her oral self-pleasure.

The randy stripper moved closer to her captivated audience. She spun around and bent over. The sodden underwear, an X-rated version of dental floss, slipped up between the enticing, moist folds of her taco.

Athena adored the sensation of panty material stuck between her pussy lips. When she moved, the fabric stimulated her clitoris. She was enjoying the sensation right now as she titillated him.

He stared at his mother's ass. It was ever so, slightly flabby. The stretch marks on the buttocks flesh actually was a turn-on for him. Only hot matures had those marks and she qualified as such. It symbolized her MILF stature and afforded him more grabbing when he was fucking her, especially doggie-style.

Seeing her pussy mound between her legs, the cumslinger licked his lips. He almost hyperventilated when she stood up and slipped her fingers under the waistband sides of the G-string and began pushing it down her sexy legs. Once the wispy fabric was shoved down her gams, Rob could see the front of her muff in all its splendid, naked glory.

Athena stepped out of wet-through thong.

A sexy smile and stilettos was all she wore.

"Fuck, Mom! You're smoking hot!" Rob heatedly raved.

She mouthed the words, "Thank you."

Athena's body swayed as her hands sensually glided over her lush, curvaceous hips. She moved in synch with the 1994 tune.

Rob was going sexually insane. A splotch of pre-jizz bubbled out of the fat, spongy cock cap. The fleshy stalk was "screaming" for attention. His right hand lunged for the dick.

"Ah, ah, ah," she coquettishly reprimanded with a waving finger.

Obediently, the excited, strapping lad returned to clutching the side of the dining room chair. But he didn't comply without vocal opposition.

"Ah! You're going to send me to Bellevue, Mom. You're making me crazy!"

She flashed a mischievous grin.

The temptress stepped back and started to squat down, her together knees pointed at the hapless Rob. When she was in a catcher's stance, Athena seductively opened her legs, revealing to her son her impassioned, sultry pussy.

When ever she displayed her sex to him, Robert's eyes bugged out like a cartoon. This time she thought she heard him gulp.

The succulent cunt was an erotic masterpiece. The inner and outer labia were swollen, while the vulva was well lubricated. As her downy thighs stretched open to the max, the inner petals were splayed open even more, showing him the pink and moist inner recesses. It looked like a blooming flower: pretty in appearance with a captivating scent, moist, and open.

The Stones turned into Kiss and the live version of Take It Off.

The hunky boy-toy licked his chops again. His lover mother was equally turned-on. Their breathing was an asthmatic chorus of labored panting.

She leaned back on her hands onto the carpet and enticingly, lazily rotated her pelvis in time with the unmasked Kiss ode to pole dancers. It seemed as if she was making love to the air.

More pre-cum leaked from the frantic prick.

The stacked and amorous babe was now in a spread-eagle position on the floor. Her livid hands took turns rubbing her sticky pubic region. One hand did circular glides over the dewy opening, greasing the digits with her ambrosia. She brought that palm and fingers to her eager mouth to suck and savor, while the other hand caressed the passionate gash.

When the first hand was cleaned of honey, it traded places with its partner. The newly greased paw went to her mouth while the pristine one returned to self-pleasuring. This time, the pussy-pleasing fingers curled into the broiling, heated gap, swished circularly within the frothy opening, and then brought to Athena's mouth a larger glob of sap.

"Hmmmm!" she cooed as she tantalized her taste buds and her son with relishing her own nectar.

Omaha Steaks was loosing all control. He literally was trembling in the chair.

"Shit, mom! That's hotter than the fucking sun!"

Athena had one foot in the world of masturbation and its inherent joys, while the other was in the world of exciting her man. It was an extremely raunchy version of multi-tasking. She was an epic expert in this duality of lust.

Simultaneously, both of her hands went to work on the vibrant cunt.

"Aaaagghhh!" she groaned.

Everything about the maternal womanhood was slick and shiny—the mons pubis, inner and outer lips, the perineum, and anus. One hand tended to her hot vaginal orifice and clitoris, while the other hand slipped up between her bouncing ass cheeks to massage the perineum.

The tempted hunk couldn't take anymore. He leapt off the chair, diving face-first into the simmering pussy. He quickly swatted away and pushed off her hands.

"Oh, Rob!" she exclaimed falsely. "What are you doing? You can't do that. I'm your mother!"

It was an extremely feigned protest, and a semi-regular part of their foreplay.

The son was wild. He feverishly, zealously ground his face into the molten cunt. In circles, up and down, side to side, Rob scoured his mug all over Athena's pubic region.

She tossed her head back and moaned.

"Aahhhhhhh!"

After a few more delicious moments of face-fucking, Robert became more focused in his oral approach. He let his tongue "do the walking." The young, dexterous, and very eager tongue was ravenous in swabbing Athena's groin. It dragged along the perineum, to catch the glossy drip of honey which was headed for the crack of her ass. Next it did a circular mopping of the cuntal lips, making the inflated pair move all around in a buttery sphere of her juices and his saliva.

"Stick your tongue in it! Stick your tongue in it, Robby!" she urgently pleaded, commanded. "I'm so close!"

Instead, he withdrew his head from between the maternal legs

Alarm bells went off in the brunette's sex-crazed mind when she suddenly no longer felt his expert touch. He was sitting on his knees between her thighs. She looked at him incredulously.

"What—what are you doing?!" she inquired.

It was borderline pleading.

"I'm soooo close!"

With a devil-may-care smirk, Robert merely shrugged her shoulders. Then he looked at her.

Athena was on the verge of sexually peaking and couldn't believe he was doing this. Her WTF look was a cross between begging, bewilderment, and growing anger.

After that, like the mythological Kraken, the strapping lad rose up between her open legs. His large cock, titanium-hard and leaking pre-jizz, also stood up. Silent, Robert just grinned, grabbing the thick shaft and prepared to mount his mother.

In a fake sigh of exasperation, he concluded: "Oh, well. It's time I fuck you, Mom."

Rob guided his mushroom-like penile helmet to her drooling sex lips. He rubbed the purple cap up and down the wrinkled folds, combining his pre-cum with her simmering juices. He also gave a few complimentary swirls over the upturned clit.

"Aaaarrrgghhh, Robby! Fuck me, baby! Please just fuck me!" she lustily begged.

He continued the teasing a few more seconds, and then with a simple nudge slipped his erection into her.

"Ugghhh!" she grunted aloud.

When the upper quarter of his dick glided in and started to descend into her vibrant slit, Athena's head and eyes rolled backward.

Every instant her boy-toy entered her, time stood still for the wanton fox.

As Rob lowered himself atop of his mother, the forbidden, meaty-goodness of his penis was being fed to the insatiable twat. As the youthful rod traveled further down into the stifling channel, the maternal insides consumed it. The vaginal muscles rippled along the incoming cock, hugging it and pulling it further south, greasing it with its syrupy essence.

"Ohhhhh, mom!" the gratified stallion wailed. "Love your pussy! Love your pussy!"

With that, Robert commenced fucking Athena liked a man possessed. Right from the get-go he was delivering hard, deep, fast strikes into her sweet, juicy cunt.

Instinctively, the gorgeous babe's thighs lifted up from the rug and her legs laced around the masculine thighs and butt. The soles of her feet thumped off his taut, flexing skin.

"Fuck me, son! Fuck me!" she bellowed, her bouncing heels almost in synch with her lusty directive. "Fuck mommy with your big, beautiful cock!"

The strapping hunk released all his sexual energy and fury, stretched to its enduring limits by her teasing, by simply banging the shit of the MILFy nymph. He was a juggernaut, relentlessly pounding his firm, throbbing dick in and out of her broiling, leaking gash.

Leaking was actually an understatement. Between self-pleasuring, teasing, and now getting an epic lay, Athena's buttery muff was flooding its juices. The pearly oils had basted both of their thighs, splashed off his careening nutsack, and flowed down into a carpet stain which would put Stanley Steamer out of business.

Athena bucked wildly under the carnal jackhammering. She was berserk with unquenchable, taboo passion. She knew and loved the fact that her son was such a hot lay.

"Ohhhh, Robby! You fuck me so good! Ahhhhh! So fucking good, with your luscious dick. Yes, yes! FUCK MEEEEE!"

The rutting pair couldn't get enough of each other. Sweat was flying off of both contorting bodies. Wet slapping sounds abounded. It seemed like he wanted to drive her through the living room floor and that she was completely ok with it.

"Ah, oh!, Ugggghh!, mom!" Robert huffed as he passionately throttled into Athena.

The spasming divorcee craned her neck upward to smash her lips against his. Their lips wetly rolled over each other, in between bated breaths. Their tongues played together, tickling each other, along with gums and teeth.

Rob could feel his crescendo fast approaching. Normally he could hold out at least a half-hour more but her striptease was too much for him. He accelerated his thrusts, feverishly grinding his hips into hers. She released her arms from around his neck to scrape her nails into his back, overjoyed how he was pistoning his lustrous cock in and out of her creamy nook.

The clawing sent Rob over the edge. His bowflexing prick lurched and started to unload his seed into his mom.

"Ohhhhhh!" he roared majestically. "I'm cumming! Oh, Momma! I'm cumming!"

The thick, warm, strands of man-cream were fired out in rapid succession into the overjoyed and decadent cavity. It got Athena going.

"Thhhhhhat's it, Sweetie! Give it all to mommy! Give it all to me! Yeahhhh!"

To give her thigh muscles a rest, she had briefly released her leggy vise she had on him. When he announced his climax and she felt that first round splash into her barren womb, her legs wrapped themselves again around his convulsing lower body.

Rob closed his eyes and saw stars. His ejaculation was wildly intense, almost like this was his first orgasm. His excited dick jettisoned his semen in wave-like volleys into his comely parent.

"Arrrrrr!"

"Cum in me! Cum in me, you gorgeous motherfucker!"

The goddess' long legs tightened themselves around him, determined to squeeze every inch of his pulsing, driving shaft, and to squeeze out every drop of the craved, awesome sauce.

Suddenly, Athena's orgasm hit and her convulsions maximized.

"Aaahhhh, shit, baby! Momma's cumming too!"

The shapely, mature form quivered and her groin was bouncing up and down as if on a trampoline. Her greedy, needy cunt was in the throes of orgasm as her son tapped away at her sexual being and was releasing its milky emulsion.

Robert was on 'afterburners.' The faster he fucked, the faster and more uncontrollably he ejaculated. In turn, his primal fury and orgasm combined with hers incited her vagina to spasm frantically and juices to overflow.

It was an unfathomable combination of incestuous orgasms.

When the cougar and her cub had finished their oh-so satisfying releases, getting their breathing to a standard level and relaxing their overworked muscles, they cuddled and cooed. Their kisses were soft. Their looks to each other were endearing and tender.

"What do you want for dinner?" Athena asked.

Rob flashed a lecherous grin.

"You already had that," she chortled. "Real food."

"But mom, pussy is real food. And your pussy is the best food!"

She chuckled a loud.

"Thanks, Rico Suave. Ok let's try this: edible food."

The smart-aleck conceded. "Ok, ok. How about the White Castles I bought?"

"Murder burgers?" she queried in an overly dramatic tone.

"Sure. With sweet potato fries."

"It's your stomach."

"Yeah, like you're not going to have any yourself."

She released a bratty giggle.

"Ok, Romeo. Go take a shower."

Robert stood up and headed for the hallway to the bathroom. When he heard an "hmmm" he turned back to Athena.

Totally within her own world, the MILFy minx was scooping out a copious amount of their mixed creams from her gapping slit and licking it off her fingers, very slowly.

Seeing his hottie mom sitting on the floor, naked with her legs spread, withdrawing their incestuous mixed elixir from her cunt and savoring it, got his prick twitching.

Not hearing the shower turned on and getting the feeling she was being watched, Athena turned around. She saw her hunky child looking at her with wolfy eyes and a penis which was starting to rise.

Playing dumb, she asked, "What? This is my appetizer."

Michelangelo's David flashed a mischievous grin and stroked his meaty shaft.

"I would happily provide you with another helping of my special sauce for your appetizer."

Using her cream-coated index finger, Athena pointed toward the bathroom.

"Better make that shower a cold one, Studly.You fucked me this morning and just now. Who do you think I am, Kay Parker?"

Rob gave another pull to his dick.

"Another year with me, mom, and you'll be Kay Parker AND Honey Wilder!"

With a grin, she pointed again to the hallway. He trotted off. Soon the shower was on.

The brunette shoveled out another glob of the forbidden cocktail from her open muff and ingested it. She really did love the taste of their combined release. She got up and padded to the bathroom.

When Rob heard the bathroom sink run, he opened the shower door.

"Care to join me?" he smoothly inquired his mother, cupping his brawny, beefy scrotum.

Athena, drying her hands on the towel behind the bathroom door, looked at him seductively. She moved toward the shower, her traffic-stopping rack jiggling while her luxuriant, curvy hips swayed erotically with every footstep.. When she got to the bathtub she gradually moved her hand into the shower, appearing to grab the rousing member. Instead she went moved passed it and landed on the shower knob—the cold water knob. Quickly she turned it.
The amorous son was bestowed with a heavy discharge of cold water from the shower nozzle.

"Arrrghhhhh!" he yelled.

"You really need to cool off, Robby."

With that Athena walked out of the bathroom, sporting a mischievous smirk, and headed to the kitchen.

She went to the freezer and withdrew the burgers and the supermarket brand of sweet potato French fries. She put the stove on 550 and threw in the fries. When they were almost done, she'd throw the White Castles into the microwave.

The still-naked parent went into the living room and booted up the desktop PC on the table next to the TV. Then Athena checked her email. There were two new messages.

One was from Marti. From the preview, she knew her former lover was raving to Athena about her new job and how incredible the California cocks and cunts were.

The return address of the second email made the brunette do a double-take. The name of the sender, especially the first name, jolted Athena. This was the first ever message from this individual. She clicked on the note and opened it.

"Oh my God!" Athena exclaimed.
Uptown Spunk Ch. 03 Pt. 02
Abby.
Athena's eyes couldn't move fast enough reading the email she received. Her heart was beating wildly, she was hyperventilating, and tears began to fall. When she finished the message, she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Oh!, Oh! I can't believe it!" she stammered

Robert had finished his shower. The naked, muscular stud-child headed for the bedroom to get fresh underwear. Knowing that with White Castle murder burgers digestion took extra long, he perversely considered bending his illicit lover over the washing machine and tapping her lush, MILFy cunt one more time before dinner.

Then he heard her wailing and the "I can't believe it's." He rushed into the living room.

"Mom! What's wrong?!"

She turned to look at him. Despite the weeping, she looked happy.

"Oh, Robert!" she exclaimed. "Read this!"

He moved toward the chair, grasped Athena's shoulders, and peered into the monitor. She watched his eyes move just as quickly as hers did. Then they flew open wide. His hand flew up to his mouth and covered it. His eyes got even wider. He looked at her, then returned to the letter. Rob uncovered his mouth. He needed to sit down, so he crumpled into the adjacent sofa. He looked at the monitor and then at her.

He put his head in his heads and sobbed.

Athena got up from the chair and sat right next to her son. She put her arm around him. Robert looked at her. She smiled at him. He wrapped his arms around her. They cried together.

The email was from his sister, Abby, who he hadn't seen since his wretched father had won custody of the two children and Athena was cast out of their lives. That was over fifteen years ago.

*

In her Fort Lee, NJ apartment 21 year old Abby Dante was initially over the moon with joy. After several weeks of online research, she was able to rediscover her mother. The young girl, an extra busty Jessica Alba look-alike, had just sent an email to Athena and was on pins and needles waiting for a response.

Will she reply? When will she reply? What will she say? were the concerns running through her frazzled, hopeful mind.

The response hit her inbox almost 25 minutes later.

Abby gushed and cried when she read the message. Not only was this in fact her long-lost mom, but Athena said she was in contact her brother, Robert.

The young Dante's heart was so full of happiness, beating with anticipatory joy to see them both. All of this excitement was amped up when her mother said she would be sending over a picture of her and Robert.

"Yes! Yes!" the comely babe pranced around the house. Not only was she going to be reunited with her mother but her brother.

Abigail felt like it was Christmas Eve and she was a child waiting for Santa.

Within ten minutes of receiving her parent's initial reply, she got the second email with the attached picture. It was taken last month and showed Athena and Robert sitting on the floor by the Christmas tree, mugging for the Smartphone camera.

Abby's eyes landed on her mother's image. She remembered her as being very pretty.

"Wow! Mom looks great! She's still a knockout."

Her pupils moved to the right to of Athena to Robert. That's when unexpected, profound dismay overtook her.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed.

Peering at the jpeg again, she was flabbergasted.

Her memory in a nano-second recalled that night.

It was an evening of unimaginable sexual delight and debauchery. Ab realized—now--how 'debauchery' didn't even come close to a genuine, proper description of what had happened.

My brother is Bobby Threads! I fucked my own brother!

*

Over a year ago in a sofa booth at The Ladies Room...

"I'm telling you are going to LOVE him!" Nancy Scanlon heralded to Amy over the blaring ending to Bruno Mars' Uptown Funk.

The two friends, sitting side-by-side at on the couch, smiled and giggled

"This boy is so hot, so hung AND I hear his tongue is just as good as his dick!"

Abby did a double take at her redheaded companion.

"How do you know? You said you've never been here before."

"My mom told me," she said matter-of-factly.

The young brunette did another double take.

"Your mom?"

"Yeah," Nancy replied. "Dad's not taking care of his bedroom duties so she came here last week. A couple of her coworkers told her about this place and specifically Bobby Threads."

Dante didn't know what to say. She was surprised to learn her friend's mom was cheating on her husband.

"Hey Ab, it's ok. He's a fool. If he ain't putting the wood or the mouth to her, why should she be unhappy? My mother is one hot piece of MILF ass. And I'm not saying that because she's my mom. I've seen her naked."

She called her a MILF? She's seen Rita naked?

Abby was confused and worried.

"What, what do you mean you've seen her naked?"

Nancy flashed a naughty grin. Then appeared to be mulling something over.

The buxom redhead quickly slipped her hand under her friend's skirt and rested it on her panty-covered mound.

The sudden action jolted Abby. It also disrupted her wondering about what Nancy said.

"Don't worry, babe," the saucy fox whispered into her girl's nearest ear, her lower tongue just grazing Abby's earlobe. "She won't come between us. Actually..."

The palm of her hand started to caresses Dante's muff through the Victoria Secrets. The flat of Nancy's fingers massaged the young cuntal lips, spreading them under the wispy fabric, making them swell.

"Ohhhh!" whimpered Dante.

The seductress continued.

"...actually she'd LOVED to cum...between us...literally and figuratively."

Nancy paused, adding to the taboo overtones and to watch Abigail squirm on her ministration.

"Ahhh! Oh! But Nance, you and your mother—"

Before she could say anything else, the redhead slipped her hand under the waistband of Abby's panties, down over the bald vagina, and dipped her middle finger into the moist, stirring gash.

"Yeah. Me and her. For the last two months. You know what a chicken I am when it thunders. One night during a really bad storm, I knocked on her door. I must have interrupted her just starting to masturbate. She looked embarrassed and flushed. I got into bed with her, asking her to just hold me cause I was scared shitless. One thing led to another and before you know we're kissing, Frenching, rubbing each other's breasts and then pussies. Finally she ate me and then I ate her."

Abby was squirming in her seat. Nancy continued.

"I felt really bad about you. I felt like I cheated on you. Mom suggested we make it a threesome."

Scanlon's thumb flicked across Abigail's enflamed clit.

"Aaahhhh!," moaned the raven-haired nymph. "Don't stop!"

Nancy leaned into her.

"The story, or what I'm doing to you?" she raspily inquired.

"Both!"

Scanlon grinned like the cat which ate the canary.

"Mom got the idea one night after watching you and me. Remember Labor Day weekend?"

Dante was so turned on, so dripping wet horny, she would have agreed just to anything. She frantically nodded her head.

"She was watching us outside my bedroom door, playing with herself. She especially loved when we were 69ing and your cunt was facing the door. Mom said you had a rocking body and that your pussy looked scrumptious!"

The middle digit curled up and began to pump faster in the teeming slit.

Abby was shaking her head, in disbelief about the incestuous tale and also for the incredible ecstasy she was getting from her lover—in a public place no less.

The hushed revelation continued.

"The plan would be for the next time we hooked up. I'd have you lay on your back with your legs hanging over the end of my bed. I'd be eating you out and then tell you to close your eyes for something really incredible. She'd sneak in and continue where I left off."

The pretty brunette's eyes shot open.

"Mom got the idea from that scene in Taboo II where the girlfriend is eating out her boyfriend's sister, getting her all nice and horny for the boyfriend who takes over. When the sister discovers it's her own brother, she is too far gone and loves what he's doing."

She paused then continued.

"But she chickened out at the last moment. She figured you'd freak out about her and me."

Nancy's finger began to twirl in the saucy muff.

Abby's thought about Rita. She was a corporate executive, always in a suit but the skirt was usually tight and the first two blouse buttons undone. Then the image of the mother suddenly became naked. She was kneeling before an also-naked and standing Abby. Rita's expert tongue was languidly swabbing Dante's trembling sex lips.

The busty recipient couldn't get over the excruciatingly slow motion of the mature woman and the ensuing, tantalizing gratification.

"Ohhhh, Mrs. Scanlon!" she moaned, parting her supple thighs enabling more access to the MILF.

In what morphed into an all-female threesome dream, a nude Nancy came up behind Abby and wrapped her arms around her friend's waist. The unexpected presence and hug started the brunette but it was soon welcomed with a low purr.

"Isn't her pussy delicious, Mom?"

The attractive cougar looked up, her face glossy from Abby's free-flowing juices, at her daughter. Rita's eyes were hazy, lusty.

"Yes, Nancy. Soooo delicious." she lewdly surmised.

Then she returned to tonguing Abby's sex.

The pleasured young girl tossed her head back. Rita's daughter kissed the vulnerable neck and scooped up her girlfriend's breasts.

"So, Abs..."

Young Scanlon planted another kiss on the neck. It included a brief lick of that patch of skin. Her hands squeezed the brunette's large, quivering tits, rubbing the undersides with her palms.

Dante was panting.

"...who eats you better..."

Nancy gently tweaked the hard and fat nipples.

"...my mother or me?"

In The Ladies' Room, Abby's body shook as she climaxed.

"Ohhhh! Uggghh! Ahhhh!" she huffed.

Nancy licked her chops, feeling and experiencing her girlfriend cum on her hand to sizzling, forbidden thoughts of mother-daughter incest. It got her own thong saturated.

When Abigail calmed down, the redheaded minx withdrew her finger from between her legs. She displayed the shiny, syrupy hand to Abigail. Then Nancy, with a wanton look at her recovering lover, began to lap at it. The flat of her snake-like tongue licked the palm and in between the fingers. Then she stuck each finger in her mouth and sucked off the honey.

"Aahhhh, Abs, your pussy juice is sooooo yummy!"

She leaned into Dante, who willfully met her for a slobbering, fervent kiss. The pair of hungry lips slid over each other like playful eels. Their tongues danced, until the brunette urgently began to suck on Scanlon's lingua, amorously enjoying the heady elixir of her own essence and Nancy's saliva.

The two college coeds were so lost in their own heated passion, they didn't notice their voyeur. It wasn't until Abby rolled her head around that she saw him.

"Oh!" she yelped, breaking the kiss.

Nancy turned her head.

"Bobby Threads!"

The two, acting as if they got busted, quickly untangled themselves.

The handsome, muscular stripper stood before them. He was naked, swaying his toned hips to Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar on Me while pumping his big, hard cock.

"You two don't have to stop on my account," he coolly stated.

"Seeing two beautiful ladies like yourselves, Abby and Nancy, enjoying each other is such a gorgeous, sexy vision."

To underscore the point he slowly, seductively rolled his hips and lazily fisted his erection.

The babes squealed that the Adonis knew their names. They also eyed his masturbation.

"I must say I feel so out of place, being the only one naked here."

Threads used his hands to draw an imaginary circle around the sofa area.

"Why don't you two strip?" he seductively advised.

Michelangelo's David had to suppress a chuckle as the two young ladies shed their clothes in record time. They reclined next to each other, showcasing themselves for him.

Threads looked at the pair of buxom tits heaving and jiggling, and the open pussies displaying vast wetness and pulsing desire. The well-trimmed crimson patch of pubic hair initially caught his eyes, but he lingered visually on Abby's bald kitty.

Bobby sinfully glared at Abby. He banged a redhead MILF the prior weekend and would be more than willing to fuck silly this carrot top cutie. Something about the sexy, raven-haired babe made him horny-hungry.

He removed his stroking hand and thrusted his naked, lengthy, excited dick at her. Her eyes zeroed in on the throbbing member. The amped-up vixen licked her lips, leaned forward grabbing his butt cheeks, pulled him into her, and engulfed his penis.

"Aaahhhhhh!" the Uptown Funk stripper moaned.

Abigail, on her knees, dragged her eager lips back along the fleshy pillar, almost as if she was only going to give it a one-time suck and release it. Then her head shoved forward, commencing to give Threads a brisk, sloppy blowjob.

"Ohhhhh, fuck!" he raspily growled.

Nancy slithered up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and shoved her tongue into his mouth. In turn, his right hand fell to her curvy ass and kneaded the closest cheek.

Bobby hooked his index finger and, delving in between the two quivering buttocks, slipped it up into the hot, sultry slit.

The Irish lass whimpered into his mouth as he fingered her pussy.

Abby was a whore in heat, greedily consuming the magnificent slab of man-meat. Her mouth was obscenely stretched as it worked the phallus, orally pleasing and teasing it. Her left hand took hold of the dick by its base and furiously licked at the shaft, wildly throwing laps at the upright stalk.

When her tongue swirled around the fat, plumb-like cock top, the feeling was erotically electric for Bobby Threads. He was so entranced by the wet circles Abby was painting on his sex dome, he didn't even notice that her partner had slipped away. He soon discovered—joyously—where she was. Her tongue was on the other side of his erection, sliding up and down it.

"Ahhhhh, ladies! Yesssss!"

Abby was now affording his balls her love. Gently she held the voluminous nutsack, caressing each orb. Then she lapped at each nut. She slowly drew the flat of her tongue over the circumference of one testicle. Next, the young sexpot kissed the ball, licked it, and again kissed it. Then she repeated the same steps with the other beefy sphere.

This occurred while the head of her partner was piledriving away on his schlong. Nancy was sucking with energy and lust. She'd give it an occasional lap. But the fiery redhead seemed hell-bent on inhaling the throbbing, stiff member.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he stammered. "Aaahhh, Abby, Nancy!"

Eventually his two worshippers switched. Scanlon was nuzzling his balls while Dante was blowing him.

"Hmmmmm," cooed Nancy.

As her lover nursed the hard prick, loud, wet, sucking sound echoed throughout the area.

Then the stud began to pant like a thirsty dog. The tips of both tongues were lashing at the fat penile cap. After a bit, the flat of the linguas glided along the underside of the frazzled, stir-fried cock. The double tonguing was briefly halted a couple times when the girls' tongues fluttered over one another and they shared a heated kiss.

Bobby Threads needed to fuck. He pulled away from the two kneeling, blowing foxes. They looked slightly confused and disappointed. Threads turned to Abby, scooping her up. She squealed and flashed him a provocative grin after he deposited her on her back on the sofa.

Wantonly she raised her shapely legs high up in the air, spreading them open, eagerly displaying her enflamed, shiny, mucid cunt. Bob got down on one knee and put his hand under the couch, searching for the multitude of Trojans placed under each of the club's sofa's and love seats.

His nose slavishly inhaled the combined fragrance of their aroused pussies, before he pulled out one pack and tore it open with his teeth. Bob withdrew the prophylactic, tossed away the wrapper and was about to cover himself when he heard Nancy throatily make an offer.

"Allow me, Bobby Threads."

The attractive, buxom lass took the condom and knelt before the strapping charger. It looked as if she was going to unfurl the rubber over the long, aching prick. But instead she popped the boner in her mouth.

The Olympian yelped at the unexpected yet pleasurable move.

She sucked it quickly, and applied a couple of licks to the girthy shaft. Then the salacious babe released the penis, turned toward her girlfriend and dropped her head in between Abby's thighs.

"Aaargghhhhhh!" the brunette swooned.

Nancy gave Abby's eager, open pussy several nasty licks. The livid tongue released a barrage of laps at the bloated cuntal lips, with the last swipe gliding over Abby's perineum.

Dante hollered her piercing response, and her legs parted even further into an extremely lewd V shape.

"She's nice and wet for you, Bobby," Scanlon lustily critiqued, moving away from her girlfriend.

Nancy unrolled the condom onto the uptight dick and got out of the way.

With that, Bobby Threads settled between Abby's open thighs. He guided his prick to her smooth, buttery folds.

"Fuck me, Bobby Threads. Please fuck me with your big, hard cock!" she pleaded.

The handsome cumslinger was only to happy to oblige. He got on top of Abby's prone, curvaceous form and entered her with one roll of his hips.

"Uggghhhhh!" she grunted, her wail just another groan in the loud, decadent, explosive club.

There was so much vaginal lubrication that the stripper could have tripped and slid easily into her luxurious vortex from across the room. He could see her inflamed clit and labia part wide around his concrete cock as he sunk into her delectable, little cunt.

In no time, Dante's welcoming twat greedily pulled the sleek rod into its broiling, velvety depths. Then the fucking took off. The young and wild fox began to undulate her generous hips onto his manhood. It was his cue to do an imitation of an oil rig gone berserk.

She threw her head back when the first pummeling of his virile, rock-like dick hit the nerve endings in her amorous sheath and radiated to her decadent mind.

"Aahhhh, yes! Fuck me, Bobby Threads! Fuccckkk meeee goooood!"

The obliging stallion leaned into her ear.

"Ohhhhh, Abby! You got such a nice, sweet pussy. I can't believe I am fucking such a hot piece of ass like you!"

Ab responded to the racy comment first with her gash. The pulsing orifice released a fresh round of juices which coated the sleek male organ and greased its in and out motion.

Next she arched up her mouthwatering body in order to take in more, further more, the gratifying goodness of the hammering penis.

"Uggh! Ugh! Ohhh, yeah!" she howled. "You like this hot piece of ass? Hmmm, Bobby Threads?"

The challenging, dirty talk and her flinging herself up at him got Bob amped up. He plowed his eager dick in frantic series of driving motions into her.

The sudden ramp-up in his pelvic intensity caught the writhing nymph by surprise. Her mouth and eyes were wide open, a string of barely-audible "Oh's" were released to the conquesting lad.

"Yeah, Abby, I do! I love fucking a hot, young, pretty girl like you!"

To underscore his erotic point, the ardent Romeo significantly dropped the pace of his boning. Switching gears, he proceeded to slide his erection in an almost-lazy, sawing motion in and out of the drooling muff. Though the movement of his jabs was lackadaisical, they were cavernous, penetrating drives

It turned them both on, immensely.

The horny hottie wrapped her long legs around Bobby, urging him to go further into her quaking, searing gash.
He, in turn, doled out his meaty, hard shaft in measured, methodical hits, stoking her pleasure and kindling her orgasm.

After a few more pleasurable moments of leisurely screwing, he turned up the jets and began fucking Abby like before—with audacity.

"Aaarrggghhhhh!" Dante wailed.

The pumping she was getting from the well-endowed hunk was off the charts. She thoroughly adored how he was wild, subdued, then wild again in shoving his gorgeous penis in and out of her.

For Abigail, Bobby Threads proceeded his reputation. Her two previous male lovers combined couldn't hold the stripper's jock strap. Threads turned her like no man before. She unashamedly and lasciviously undulated her hips up to meet his meat.

"Arrghhhh! Abby!" he groaned as the wet silkiness of her young cunt rippled and caressed his lunging manhood.

The pretty Dante's carnal confidence was unrestrained.

"You like that, Bobby Threads? Hmmm? You like the way my little, hot, wet pussy loves your big, bad cock?!"

To underscore her lewd questions, her ravenous cuntal muscles hugged and further greased his hard, shiny and satisfying member.

"Ugghh! Yeah, Abby, yeah!" he said in sexual earnest.

Bob immediately loved how wild and uninhibited the raven-haired babe was. He loved giving a woman an incredible fuck. But in the tucked-away, fair-minded portion of his brain he liked when a woman gave back. It meant she appreciated him and was willing to reciprocate. This hot, spicy minx definitely fell into that category.

Nancy slithered her right arm between the rutting pair. She had been content for a while just standing next to the two, rubbing her breasts, tweaking her nipples and fingering her wet slit. Her left arm went around Bobby, pulling him up to kiss him and to let her other hand travel over Abby.

"You gonna fuck me good like you're fucking my friend?" she breathed.

"Oh yeahhhhh!" Threads confidently groaned.

"You know how I want it?"

"Tell me," he huffed.

"Doggie style," the redhead answered.

"Woof," he said with a sexy, knowing wink.

The Adonis and the scarlet-topped hottie traded French kisses.

Abby was deranged with desire. She was getting a 5-star fuck from this strapping lad, while her girlfriend was playing with her heaving tits and rolling her turgid nipples, and tawdrily kissing Threads.

Her crescendo swept over her spasming body.

"Ohhhhhh, I'm cumming!"

The raunchy declaration broke the sloppy wet kiss of Bob and Nancy. They watched Abigail convulse and climax, writhing on the sofa and creaming all over his pulsing, bucking prick.

"Eeeeeeee!" Abs bellowed.

When she finished her erotic crescendo, the redhead acted first. She glared at Threads with deep-seeded lust.

"You want to taste my girlfriend's pussy juice on my lips before you fuck me?"

He was so sexually roused he simply nodding his head, very quickly.

"Good. Now get your dick out of her," Nancy ordered.

Abby's face was the poster child of disappointment when she felt the disappearance of the wonder cock from her vagina, along with the accompanying, wet 'plop" sound. Within seconds, she felt a new tingling of carnal delight as Nancy's tongue replaced the displaced appendage.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Dante swooned as the Irish lingua ravingly attacked her creamy groove.

Threads just stood there, sweaty, his hard penis standing up like a thick, obscene tree branch, its Trojan raincoat covered in the same pearly ambrosia Scanlon was licking and savoring.

Her tongue worked its way in between the two dewy sex petals, determined to scoop out as much of Abby's honey as possible. It was getting Dante all revved up again.

"Uggh! Ohhh, yeah, Nancy!" she urgently, unabashedly groaned.

When the tantalizing nymph felt she had a copious amount of her girlfriend's sauce, she quickly withdrew her mouth from the brunette. In a flash Nancy stood up next to Bobby, wrapped her arms around him, and shoved her tongue into the stripper's mouth.

Abs raptly, libidinously watched her girlfriend and the stud. Bobby and Nancy's tongues and mouths went insane with each other. They twirled, swirled, and tangoed, sharing not only the heat of their mutual touch and the wetness of their saliva, but the tanginess of Dante's pearly gravy.

Nancy broke from the muculent smooch, glaring at Threads with half-slits for eyes and fiery, unrestrained lust. She turned around, bent over at the same time nudging Abs to the other side of the couch, and stuck her pretty, little ass up and at Bob.

He simply gawked.

The compact rear was spread, available, and primed to be fucked. There was above-average curvature on the butt cheeks. In tight jeans or jogging pants, they definitely would incur lots of head-turns. But it was the mound, that sweet, wet mound between those two fleshy half-moons which had Thread's vision honed in on.

Nancy's pussy lips, indecently displayed, were bloated and drooling with feral humidity and need. The swaying buns slinked to the left, then to the right, then to the left. It was a silent, smoldering beckoning for Bobby Threads to mount the willing hottie.

He moved to the side and forward, getting on a knee right next to the reclining, splayed brunette. His hand went under the couch to retrieve a fresh condom. The two shared a glance.

Bob stood back up, still maintaining eye contact with Abby. He shucked off the used rubber, opened the Trojan pack with his teeth, and slipped on the new one. He gave her a cocky, knowing wink. He slid to his right, his monolithic prick bouncing around like a buoy in the Atlantic, as he positioned himself behind Nancy.

The hunk sauntered forward. He grabbed her hips, and nudged his hard and horny prick in between her buttocks toward the wet, succulent prize.

When she felt the plump, mushroom-like penile top squash against the frothy entrance to her womanhood, Scanlon bit her lower lip and dreamily looked at Abby. The friends glared at each other.

Then he shoved forward.

Abigail watched her friend's eyes roll back in her head as the same luscious cock which entered her was now beginning its desired penetration of the carrot-top minx.

"Ohhhhhh, yesssss!" the lass bellowed.

Inch-by-inch of the coveted hard-on eased into the marshy, impatient gash to the opening strains of Judas Priest's Turbo Lover.

"Uggghhh!" grunted Threads.

Nancy's pussy was so wet and ready, it seemed to him that he entered and was completely inside of her engulfing vagina faster than Abigail. He withdrew his rod from the moist, velvety channel, leaving just the pulsating top inside.

She looked her shoulder at him. He smiled and blew her a kiss.

Then he shoved his big, beefy dick right back into the plush orifice.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh!" the Irish beauty moaned.

Redoubling his grasp on the jiggling rear cheeks, Bobby Threads proceeded to keep his promise to Nancy—and fuck her doggie style.

The handsome Adonis quickly got into a steady rhythm of applying unfathomable, permeating, and gratifying thrusts into the gluttonous slit. The sound of her butt, covered in a sheen of sweat, slapping against his thighs—also covered in a coat or perspiration—echoed in their ears.

The wet echoes got louder and faster as Nancy started pushing back. The horny cutie preferred a woman's touch—and tongue. But she couldn't never completely give up her "straight" foundation. She needed every so often a hard and large prick boning her like there was no tomorrow. Right now was one of those 'every so often' moments.

"Yes! Yes!" Nancy shrieked. "Fuck me just like you promised, Bobby Threads! "Yes! Ughh! Yessss!"

Her sweet and buttery cunt was in love with his exquisite, gratifying cock. Nancy's hedonistic vaginal walls greedily embraced and slurped at the jabbing phallus. In turn, her hips thrusted back, to maintain its slippery hold on the erection and to show she could 'pitch' as much as she 'caught.'

Abigail had allowed herself to become the ubiquitous fifth wheel. She lustily got comfortable in her viewer role, feverishly masturbating to the sights and sounds of her lover getting fucked by the well-hung stripper.

But the sight of Nancy's opulent rack, swaying back and forth as he riotously fucked her, got Abs' horniness re-lit. She slipped her hand under the shimming breasts and turgid nipples, and palmed them, tweaked them.

She glared at Dante. The feel of her friend's hands on her swaying tits excited her.

"Kiss me!" Scanlon impulsively demanded.

She excitedly complied.

Bobby Threads was enchanted by the girl-on-girl kiss and Ab's subsequent groping of Nancy's swaying breasts. He added extra 'English' to his spearing when Nancy's hand slinked onto Abby's bountiful rack and returned the manual favor.

"He's great, isn't he?" Abs inquired in between labored breaths.

Nancy looked dreamily skyward.

"Shit yeahhhhh!"

The redhead soon pulled back her hand from Dante's chest so that she was literally on all fours. Her back was arched, her lush tits swaying and being palmed by Abs, and her butt up in the air and pushing back the ethereal pounding from behind she was getting.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ohhhh, yeah, Threads! Fuck me, just like that! Fuck me gooooood!"

Like a busted pipe, her oven-hot pussy leaked its honey all over the pistoning dick. Repeatedly her buttocks hammered against his thighs, elevating the wet, slapping sounds.

It was just a matter of time before Michelangelo's David was poised to bust a nut.

"Oh! Uggh! Ahhh! I'm gonna—"he couldn't completely the announcement.

Thread's grip on Nancy's hips tightened and his hips thrusted mightily, ramming his hard-charging, firm prick so deep into her vagina that Scanlon briefly thought she could feel it in her throat.

She knew he was cumming.

"Aarrrgghhhh!" he roared.

Thick, ivory jet after thick, ivory jet was released into the Trojan reservoir as the sweaty, bowflexing dancer lambasted into the mushy pussy. Nancy was near orgasm, and thrilled to have him unload his love into her.

"Cum in me, baby! Cum in me!" she passionately urged despite knowing he was wearing a condom. "Cum in Nancy! That's it, baby!"

When Bob finished his erotic deposit, he was spent. He withdrew his weary warrior from Nancy's snatch. His breathing was akin to a racehorse which just passed the finish line.

As the physically famished lover worked on regaining normal breathing and his composure, his eyes did a double-take what just happened. Scanlon, still on all fours, snaked her right hand in between the still-parted thighs. She frantically strummed her frantic, excited clit.

"Ohh! Oh!" she whimpered, fanning herself to her own climax.

Resting himself on his knees Bobby Threads, along with Abigail, watched intently as Nancy, brought herself off. Despite the incredibly lusty display by the self-orgasming redhead, the dancer and Dante eyed each other with smoldering glances.

When she was sure her girlfriend completed her own orgasm. Abby got into a seductive, cat-like stance, her eyes ablazed at the exhausted hunk. He met her stare. With a very "come hither" look, the brunette slinked over to him. She glanced down at his shriveled, still prophetic-encased member. She looked back at him.

The comely babe slipped off the well-worn rubber, tossing it aside. Threads, now sitting on the carpet with his back now against the plush chair, just watched as Dante lowered her head into his crotch.

"Ohhhhh, Abby" he huskily exclaimed when he felt her lips encircle his slimy, flaccid prick and raise the limp shaft in her mouth.

Nancy turned around to face them and sat in the sofa, with a naughty smile.

"Go Abs!"

Dante's eyes flickered as her head started to bob up and down on the slug-like cock. The taste of sweat and semen along with the heady scent of male musk got her mouth moving like a Hoover. After a while and a few resounding slurps, she gazed at the awestruck Olympian, holding onto his dick.

"Gotta clean your cock, Bobby Threads!" she jokingly justified. "I just got to!"

She popped the cock back into her mouth and let her tongue join the mop-up, slithering and sliding along the arching penis.

"Got to also taste your cum," she purred before swallowing another lapped-up coat of jizz.

"Got to taste," she stated in a low-sounding, protracted tone, placing pauses in between each word, "your delicious cum."

Abby made an unashamed display of slowing another glob of Thread's creamy release.

Huffing and puffing like he just ran a marathon, Bob wondered what else this young, pretty wet dream would do next.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck!" he wailed.

The tip of Dante's tongue glided around the rim of his penis cap.

"Can't have any dry cum here now can we?"

After her salacious inquiry, Abigail rolled around in her mouth the sliver of cum extracted from the sensitive, circular edge. She continued to maddingly savor the rich liquid before swallowing it.

The stripper's breathing now sounded as if he was experiencing an asthma attack. His mind thought he was going to see stars.

Abby's full, puffy, wet lips now wrapped themselves completely around the spongy, arrow-shaped cap and suckled like a hungry newborn.

"Aaarrrghhhhh!" the pleasured lad yelled.

Her tongue soon returned to duty, painting and swirling all around the frantic cock crown. Neither he nor she realized that all his residual expulsion had been removed several minutes earlier. Not that either would have cared. They thoroughly enjoyed participating in the erotic faux cleaning.

"You like the way Abby cleans your cock, Bobby Threads? Hmmm?" "You like it?"

*

Back in Dante's apartment

"Hmmm, you like it, Bobby Threads?!" Abby groaned.

The memories of that hedonistic night was too much for her. She ended up lying on her couch. One hand was cupping an exposed breast. The other had been had been uncontrollably massaging her searing pussy through her Lyrca pants.

"You like the way your sexy sister cleans your cock?! "

Her climax was roaring onward. She envisioned her studly bro was there, surprised at who he had fucked but not entirely regretful.

Hysterically she slipped her hand under the jogging waistband and shoved two fingers into her excited, overflowing cunt.

"Yeah, I know it's incest. But you know what they say—'incest is best!'"

"How about the way your hot little sister fucked you? Better than Nancy, right?"

The two digits were pumping away in her wanton, syrupy cunt.

"That's right, Threads! No one can fuck you like family!" she moaned.

The flats of her fingers now rubbed her delirious clit.

"Family lovin' is the best lovin'. Nancy and her mom know that! "

Her back arched and her tongue licked the air, thinking about the following weekend when she watched Nancy and her mom make love and then joined them.

"Now I—we—know that too. Right, big brother? My very big...handsome...brother."

Abby's climax hit her like a Mack truck.

"Ohhhhhhh, brother Bobby Threads!!!!"
Uptown Spunk Ch. 03 Pt. 03
The triangle.
WARNING: If you are not 18 or older, please leave this page immediately.

Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.

This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.

*

She was erotically ensnared by them.

The naked voyeur watched the two lovers, also nude, literally on the edge of her seat. She was captivated, seduced by their smoldering glares at one another, their heightened breathing (which easily matched the voyeur's), the tender caresses they gave each other, and the agonizingly slow kiss they shared.

She gulped at the wet, lingering, parting touch of the two withdrawing tongues.

Watcher took hold of one of her own breasts. She cupped the heaving globe, massaging it for self-pleasure and a mild attempt to be in sexual synch with the lovers' hands which were palming each other's thighs, hips, and legs.

"Ohhhh!" she sighed as her audience's fingers were moving toward their open, inner thighs.

The voyeur's own legs parted, in fervent preparation for the enthusiastic digits of her other hand. Her hairless pussy was rapidly moistening. The flat of her hand seared over the throbbing mons pubis, anxiously rubbing in circles the enflamed labia.

The couple's mouths reconnected. This time the smooch was a bit more urgent. Their tongues also enjoyed a reunion, hastily touching and rolling over each other.

"Aaahhh!" one lover huskily sighed.

"Ohhh!" the other moaned.

They knew she was there, viewing them. They were salaciously and provocatively lost within each other, their individual and mutual arousal exacerbated by Watcher's presence.

Seeing the growing intensity and passion between her two audience members got the voyeur's own libido revved up. She now plied apart her own gooey cuntal lips. First her middle then her index fingers delved into the simmering, elated nook.

Her other hand was caring for a hard nipple, pulling and tweaking the upright cherry nub.

When she felt she had a copious amount of her own vaginal sap, Abby Dante removed her hand from her pussy and put her creamy fingers to her awaiting mouth.

"Hmmmm!" she hissed, relishing her own tangy sauce.

It was the weekend after her girlfriend and lover, Nancy Scanlon, fingered her to a glorious climax in the club, The Ladies Room. The two eye-catching, busty co-eds had already been enjoying Sapphic love for close to a year. The orgasm had been achieved primarily by Scanlon's revelation to her that Nancy and her mother, Rita, had very recently become lovers. On top of the already-monumental, taboo disclosure, Nancy informed her girlfriend that her mother found Abigail extremely attractive and floated the idea of the three of them enjoying each other.

The night was capped off by a sweaty, torrid threesome in the club between the girls and male stripper extraordinaire, Bobby Threads. It provided the 20-year old Dante with her second climax in one night. This was one of several first carnal firsts for her.

That night was also her first exposure to consensual incest between adults. She was also never enjoyed sexual pleasure in public—initially by her lover, and then with her first ménage à trois. She also zestfully enjoyed being a voyeur to her two playgoers when they paired off.

"You had to see, hear, and feel Abby that night, Mom..." Nancy verbally tantalized the writhing, naked Rita. "...and taste and smell her!"

The younger Scanlon's hand was slowly, sensually massaging the parental vagina. The palm and flat of her fingers glided through the neatly trimmed patch of red pubic hair, down the slippery slope, over the buttery lips, and spreading the brewing ambrosia all over the exuberant groin.

"I was rubbing her pussy under her dress, through her panties as I told her about us."

Nancy was now doing the same thing to her mother—only without the flimsy covering of overpriced female underwear.

Breathing like she just won a marathon, the MILFy redhead stared desperately at her only child.

"What did Amy do? Say?" she huskily begged.

The hottie smiled.

"She insisted I don't stop."

Rita, an incredibly striking, 43-year old, curvy cougar with wavy, red shoulder length hair, glared at her daughter.

"I asked," the younger Scanlon dragging out the recollection of the uber-hot banter between her and Amy the prior weekend, "if she meant what I was doing to her or relaying our special love. She said both."

"Ahhhhhh!" the mature babe groaned in lustful glory.

Mom's libido was immensely stoked at hearing her daughter's lover was turned on by their forbidden relationship. She wantonly undulated her hot and horny vulva against Nancy's palm.

The youthful coquette sexily glanced at her girlfriend and voyeur. Their eyes locked onto one another. Then the 22-year old lass, with an impish grin, hooked her middle finger and shoved it up and into the willing, sodden, dripping gash.

"Uggghhhhh!" Rita grunted.

Abby wanted to moan with the parent but she couldn't. She was like a deer caught in the headlights, spellbound at the etched-up heat between mother and daughter.

The youthful, feverish digit went to town, wildly pumping in and out Rita's juicy, squishy muff.

"Ohhhh! Yes, yes, Nancy! That's it, honey! Finger fuck me! Oh yes! Yessss!"

As she pleasured her mom, Nancy's large breasts heaved and jiggled. The nipples were upright like two, swollen darkish pink berries yearning to be tasted. Her fuzzy, pubic racing stripe was matted down from her flowing oils, which also shellacked her inner thighs.

She looked again at the brunette. Her titillation was heightened when she saw Abs masturbating again. Nancy stared at Dante's palm, briskly scouring the entire mons Venus area, then shifting to where the flats of her fingers were sliding up and down the throbbing, wet, and chubby labia.

Nancy turned on the power, finger-fucking her mother with heightened energy and passion, while suddenly dropping her head to nurse the same nipple she enjoyed over two decades ago.

"Uggghhh! Fuck!" the cougar gasped.

Abby also throatily chimed in.

"Oh, shit!"

Dante's self-pleasure also escalated. She feverishly, brazenly smeared her upswelling nectar all over her pulsating crotch. She also fondled one of her generous, billowy tits. She vigorously cupped the mammary's circumference, devoted equal time to squeezing the hard and bobbing eraser-like teat.

"Ohhhh, Nancy, Rita! This is so fucking hot!" she obscenely surmised.

The tongue of the youthful tart was fever-pitched in its licking and suckling of the swollen, illicit nipple. Nancy's oral campaign was a mixture of wild laps, very gentile biting, and decadent slurps of the top quarter of Rita's large breast. This was all concurrent with the tameless fingering she was bestowing on the maternal pussy.

Abigail was getting envious. Not of her lover and her mother. She was envious, for the moment, at being just a voyeur. The hot and bothered brunette didn't want to be a lewd armchair quarterback any longer. She wanted in the game—and she wanted it now!

The two sexy ladies were lost in their coital moment but felt movement on the mattress. They looked at the bottom of the bed, seeing Abby slinking her way up toward them like a stalking lioness. Dante crawled on all fours, her pebble-like nipples skimming over the bed cover and maximizing her stimulus. Her back was gracefully arched with her pretty, shapely butt up in the air, her delicious hips moving to and fro.

It was the Scanlons' turn to be hedonistically mesmerized. Nancy still had her finger in her mom's gash, but stopped suckling. Rita had also ceased humping. They were not expecting such a bold, carnal move by their guest. Their intention was to welcome Abs into their bed after they finished their illicit coupling.

Rita's and Nancy's breathing became heavier, akin to two gorillas in the wild. They watched Dante's catlike motions, The two noticed and adored her confident, seductive look, complete with glazed-over eyes and a sinful smile.

Abigail stopped between Mrs. Scanlon's open legs, eyeing the two women, teasing them so they wondered what she would do or who she would go to first. The former voyeur took hold of her friend's wrist, the one whose hand was connected to the cougar's spasming orifice, and gently pulled it so that the finger was removed from the pleasured clam.

"Ohhh!" the matriarch sounded, mostly disappointed much like a child who received nothing on Christmas.

Abs stared at her lover's hand, shiny—especially the intrepid finger—with mommy's wet goodness.

The three babes, sounding like a chorus of asthmatics, ogled Nancy's palm and digits. Dante licked her own lips. She shifted her lusty gaze to her bedmates.

A thrill ran up Abby's spine as she assumed the role of seducer, of tantalizer. She saw the equally buxom pair of familial breasts quickly rising and falling, evidence of their silent, tawdry anticipation. Their primal, wide-eyed looks also added to the web of sensualistic agony she was spinning for them.

She didn't want either of them to scream, or vocalize their inability to absorb any more titillating suspense. Dante brought the greasy paw close to her mouth, her tongue slithering out to apply an extravagant lick. Starting from Nancy's wrist, the flat of the tongue inched up and then swirled over the palm, eagerly, lustily savoring the heady, mature residue.

"Aaahhh!" the daughter bawdily cooed.

It was Abigail's second serving of another woman's juices. It hit her X-rated taste buds like a 2 X 4. She would always cherish Nancy's sauce, especially since it was her first lesbian love. But the rich, tanginess of the MILF'S pussy had her toes tapping. She knew the sudden appeal was largely based on the incestuous element. But Dante also never had savored another woman's ambrosia—especially an older, stunning woman's ambrosia.

The brunette then luxuriated in Rita's nectar from four of the five fingers. Her tongue glided from top to bottom, bottom to top, with loving swirls over the tips. The untouched one was the middle one, the one that did most of the decadent mining.

"Ohhhhh, ah Abbyyyyy!" purred the squirming Rita.

Nancy rubbed her avid, sweet, sodden pussy with her other hand and exhaled heavily.

Leering at Rita with half-slits for eyes, Abby directed Nancy's middle digit to her mother's mouth. The cougar, maintaining her own glazed-over visual of the brunette, quickly engulfed the creamy finger and loudly, proudly sucked it.

It was now the two co-eds' turn to be completely, carnally mesmerized.

Mrs. Scanlon wasted no time in giving head to her daughter's finger. She had become a rabid fan of her own womanly taste and consistency since her she was 17. Her lush, wavy red mane bounced wildly as her head bobbed up and down on Nancy's finger. She feverishly accepted and swallowed her own juices while fellating her daughter's digit.

Dante pulled out Nancy's finger from Rita's mouth, and then savagely pressed her lips to Rita's.

The parent answered in kind and the two began a raunchy, slobbering, tongue-fueled kiss. The young, turned-on paramour meshed her generous tits into Rita's slightly larger pair, their swollen nipples sliding over one another.

Their vaginas also worked off one another. The aroused, drooling pussies glided over one another as the younger babe was wild with desire, undulating her nimble, hot body over the mature yet equally sexy form.

"My daughter told me you're a handful in bed," the writhing mother snarled with bated breath, "but she's wrong."

The disparaging-sounding comment halted Abby's brazenness. The alluring nymph hung over Scanlon, in a push-up stance.

Rita paused before continuing. Then she sexily grinned.

"You're MORE than a handful, you hot, little piece of ass!"

The carrot-top cougar shoved her tongue in Dante's mouth and pulled her down into her MILFy body.

Nancy was somewhat surprised at being disconnected by Abby from the action. But the uber-torrid sight of her mother and her lover getting "cozy" placated any ill will. The minx just relaxed and enjoyed the show.

Grudgingly, Abs released the lip-lock of with Rita. She had been kissing, and sucking on the wily, energetic tongue for many heated seconds. Dante leaned into the mother's beautiful, sexually jubilant face.

"NOW," she declared, "I'm more than a handful!"

With that said, the raven-haired sexpot rapidly descended over Rita's body, and situated herself between the splayed thighs. She then thrusted her face, with mouth opened, into the mother's wet, sizzling, and aching cunt.

"Aaargghhhhh!" Rita wailed, tossing her head back, her eyes rolling in the same direction.

Dante feverishly swirled her face into the sodden pubic mound, letting her eager tongue drag out along the way. She swirled to the left, then to the right. Her cheeks spread apart the slick, puffy lips. The mom's percolating juices were zealously swallowed and smeared, while the youthful nose was ferally snorting the rich, luscious bouquet.

Abby next applied numerous direct, blustery licks to Mrs. Scanlon's intimate groove. She moved about like a bobble-head, her fiery tongue swiping in incessantly in a northerly direction over the moist, wrinkled edges.

She really wanted to avoid what soon happened. Two rapid-fire, back-to-back laps accidentally painted the frantic clit.

"Eeeeeeee!" squealed the mother.

The young lover was rewarded for her unintended action with a fresh release of nectar and Rita's butt rising from the bed. Her back arched, thereby giving Dante even better access to her drooling, greedy slit.

The curvaceous parent and Abs made eye contact. Rita's pupils were flickering while the other had a glossy appearance.

"Ugh! Ohhh, that's it, Abby! Eat me! Oh don't stop! Eat meeee!" she tamelessly howled.

Abby nodded, her chin slipping up and down the soaking pathway between the wrinkled petals. Dante's tongue hurriedly brushed down the same quivering crevice, with a brief swab of the greasy perineum. Then she sent her lingua back north up along the fissure, only slowly. Agonizingly slowly.

"Ohhh, shit! Fuck, Abs! Don't do it so fucking slow. Faster! Faster!" the spasming, desperate Rita compelled.

The buxom vixen was about to comply when she was jolted.

"Ugghhhh!!!! she moaned.

Even the erogenous Rita searched for the reason for the sudden outburst.

Nancy, ditching her peeper, masturbatory role, wormed her way between Abby's familiar thighs and had begun to feast on her.

"Aaahhhh!" moaned Dante as her girlfriend's tongue and mouth were a lusty flurry of fierce licks and gentle nibbles on her pink, fleshy lips and clitoral hood.

Slightly irritated with her daughter's timing and her own pleasure being interrupted, Rita needed to get back Abby's attention. She was already undulating her sumptuous, leaking pussy thanks to the girl's talented tongue. The fiery, horny redhead placed her hand atop Dante's head and pushed back into her needy muff.

"Ooohhhh, yesss!" the senior member of the triad bellowed when the visiting tongue returned to work on her shuddering taco.

Once Rita felt her guest had successfully resumed her eating out, she released hold of Dante's head and laid back into the softness of the mattress and pillow. She began to massage her large, impressive breasts with both hands.

Soon the pleasure was building up so much for Abigail that she had to explicitly voice it again.

"Oh, oh! Ah! Oh, Nancy! That's it! Eat my pussy! Oh, you're soooo fucking good! Yes!"

Even though the moan resulted in another respite of Abigail's oral duties, the alluring MILF didn't mind this time. She actually felt immense perverse pride in hearing Dante's raspy accolade. Rita could definitely attest to her daughter's keen, gifted tongue. Just the other Thursday the accounting executive was 45 minutes late for work because her ever-horny child pushed aside her usual healthy breakfast fare of oatmeal for mom's cunt. The parent hadn't expected such a lusty, vigorous action. She was lasciviously taken back when Nancy picked her up, sat her on the kitchen table, and lifted up her skirt. The minx flashed Rita a sinful grin before taking hold of the waistband of her French-cut panties, pulling them down the killer legs leaving the undergarment to sexily dangle off of Rita's left high heel, and burying her face into the fresh, just-showered vagina.

Nancy WAS doing a obscenely gratifying job on her girlfriend's hairless slit. The smooth vulva had a glossy appearance thanks to the simmering, pearly emulsion which shined like a new ice rink. Scanlon had plied open the dewy labia and was curling her tongue deep into Dante's succulent pussy.

The brunette was in a sexual delirium. She was getting eaten out by Nancy. She, in turn, had continued to dine on Rita's tender, buttery cunt. She was simultaneously giving and receiving intense, hot and nasty all-girl love. Abs was also the literal link between mother and daughter.

A deviously dirty notion came to Dante's mind. The rambunctious nymph lifted her head from the spread legs, effectively halting the cunnilingus. Rita's head lurched forward with a "What the fuck are you doing?!" look.

"I want to see you eat out your daughter," she hissed.

"After you make me cum. I'm so close!"

"Now!" was the growl of a counter demand.

There was a brief standoff. Abigail remained steadfast, seductively licking her lips.

"Hmmmmm, Riiiiita! Your pussy juice is soooo delicious!" she egged on.

The sassy brat stuck her cream-covered thumb in her mouth and sucked it, tantalizingly blowing the fleshy digit.

"Sooooo scrumptious!

Mrs. Scanlon was flabbergasted. Abby continued in a child-like tone.

"You know, when Nancy told me about you two, I got so aroused. I was dripping wet—kind of like you right now. And it would mean sooooooo much to me to see you two going at it—and we all would be connected!—that I would gladly finish you off."

Lowering her voice to sound even more impish and looking at the redhead as if sharing a secret, Dante concluded her negotiation.

"I REALLY want to make you cum, Rita! I just want to see you eat Nancy while she's eating me! It would turn me like a light switch!"

The parent was astounded at this scandalous discussion. She was going to munch her child's rug later on, more as a "gift" to their visitor. But Abby's unexpected erotic moxie was now something to be reckoned with. She had no choice to comply. Her cunt was so afire with orgasmic, thundering lust and desperation that she agreed, albeit somewhat disappointingly.

"Ah shit! Ok, ok."

The fraught cougar slinked toward Nancy and took hold of her daughter's well-toned legs. She pulled the 22-year old closer to her while not dislodging her from consuming Abigail's twat. Rita pried further apart Nancy's thighs and buried her head into between them.

That made Young Scanlon stop her meal.

"Ohhhhhhh, Mom!" she groaned as Rita's mouth and her own labia were hotly pressed together in an illicit, sultry kiss.

The kitten's hips began to move, her torridity, aqueous gash now sliding back and forth over her mother's eager lips and tongue. The young oils flowed out freely, varnishing Rita's mouth and easing down her throat.

"Ughhh, fuck! Mom! Stick your tongue in it! Stick your tongue in it!"

Excitedly, Dante leered at them. The sight of the two naked beauties—mother and daughter—sharing such a highly charged moment of illicit debauchery was beyond amazing. A deep and perverse thrill ran up her spine. Sinfully satisfied with her hedonistic accomplishment, she resumed eating the mature clam.
Soon, with Abs gentle manual prodding, Nancy returned to her epicurean activity between the Dante thighs.

The lusty, taboo triangle was now complete. The three sexy, beautiful women were connected mouth-to-pussy on a king-sized bed, writhing in Sapphic pleasure. In between the slurps, kisses, and suckles were the moans.

"Oh, that's it, Nancy!"

"Aaahhh!"

"Deeper! Stick it in deeper, Mom!"

Their face-mashings, licks, and tongue-screwings were heated, carnal, and mutually urgent. The combined in-heat aroma was epically pungent. Their sticky, teeming juices together were a libertine tsunami.

The first to hit her sexual crescendo was Rita. Abby gave her frothy gully a bit more drilling with her tongue. Then the lingua swabbed over the trail of skin that sheltered the clitoris. The brunette stopped to lick her lips and gulp down the sticky nectar. She then resumed, dive-bombing for the prized nub.

"Ohhhhhh!" the mom groaned, immediately pushing herself further into her daughter's gash.

Abigail quickly, passionately licked Rita's clit. Then she put her lips around it, sucking it hard. Next she'd return to jabbing her tongue into the open cunt. Soon it was back to tonguing the clit like there was no tomorrow.

The youngster's hedonistic dedication to oral excellence was rewarded with her head being held in place by Mrs. Scanlon as the climatic release of her pearly oils washed over Dante's face.

"Ugh! Ughhh! I'm cumming. Yeeeee! Abby! I'm cumming!"

Rita did her best to enjoy her own orgasm while tonguing her daughter. The two had enough 69ing over the past several weeks for the MILF to be able to give and receive pleasure simultaneously. When her climaxing subsided and literally caught her breath, she was able to fully eat out Nancy.

Meanwhile Young Scanlon was titillating Abby's twat with libidinous bluster. She nuzzled her face against the sticky mound, especially over the dripping, distended lips. The Irish tongue was rabidly swabbing the trembling labia edges, moving up and down like a busted elevator.

"Ahhh! Uggh!! Yeah, baby! Oh yeah! Eat me, Nancy!" Abby nefariously urged.

Nancy's slid her pointer and index fingers into the searing, overflowing gash while she breathed sensually on Ab's upright, delirious clit. Immediately her tongue glossed over the nub, and another burst of directed air was bestowed to the sexual pearl.

"Oh, you little shit!" Dante hollered.

The redheaded tart was now finger-fucking her girlfriend with NASCAR speed while tonguing and flickering Abby's clit from. Dante was writhing and squirmed her tush, eager for more as her carnal overture was fast approaching.

Nancy's over-eagerness in devouring her girlfriend's sex was due in large part to her mother's gorging on her own soused and giddy cunt. As the kitten ate, so did the cougar. With a multitude of gratifying waves of pleasure being given by her mom, Nancy worked frantically, almost desperately, to get off Abs while Rita got her off.

Rita's daughter, displaying a bit of inner selfishness, wanted Abigail to at least start peaking before her own orgasm arrived. Her steamy, gourmandizing, and hell-bent campaign in next to no time paid off. With a dizzying combo of sucking in and out the clitoris and then heatedly tonguing it while simultaneously jabbing into the ebullient gash, Nancy succeeded in sending her girlfriend over the edge.

"That's it Nance! Make me cum! Ohhhh, yes! Yes!!"

Eventually Abby went limp, her sweaty and curvy body resting in the glorious afterglow of her girlfriend's 5-star, smutty effort and accomplishment.

After a few preciously lewd moments of viewing her daughter's talents on their guest, the buxom parent returned to the feral and familiar area of her daughter's luscious, tasty pussy.

"Oh shit! Fuck, Mom!" she yelled after getting doused by Abby's roaring sap.

Rita was on fire. It turned on her so incredibly to be viewed in the taboo act by someone who was equally excited to be a participant and viewer. Wantonly, unabashedly, hotly she burrowed her face between Nancy's luscious thighs.

"Oh, Mommy! Ahhh, yesss!" It was almost a child-like plea. "Eat my pussy, Mommy!"

The MILF was so fucking horny she was a hodgepodge of lingua movement. At first she was swirling her tongue into Nancy's cunt. Between the heat and gysering wetness, Rita changed to straightening her tongue and just fucking her daughter with it. Then the oral muscle returned to whirling inside the sultry channel.

"Aaarrrghhhhh!"

Nancy's groan was so deep-seeded, it sounded primal. The next outburst, a directive, was profoundly taboo and heavily necessitous.

"Fuck my pussy, Mom! Eat me! Fuck me! Ohhhhh!"

As the illicit secretions rained over Rita's face, her mouth worked avidly and sinfully to drink the salty/sweet ambrosia.

Then mature fingers got into the act. With the indexes on both sides of the clitoral shaft, the beautiful lady delicately ran her fingers up and down, essentially jacking off the keyed-up pearl. Next the voluptuous, tempting cougar firmly raised upward so the clit popped out. She encircled her lips around it and nursed it.

Nancy's breaths were sharp intakes and outtakes. She was hysterically rubbing, cupping her own big, shaking tits. She couldn't help but be slightly rough with her own erect nipples; she was impulsively in need of achieving nipple stimulation while her vagina was being adoringly ravished.

Then, like the crack of a baseball bat, the nymph's orgasm hit.

"Mommmmmmmmm!"

The dexterous 43-year old had inserted fingers into Nancy's slit and anus, a digit pumping both holes while she suckled, occasionally laved, the wigged-out clitoris.

Feeling like her clit was going to explode any moment, Nance promiscuously voiced her sentiments.

"Oh! Ughh! Mom! You're making me cum! "

Then, while flaying about like a newly-caught fish, she eyed her other lover.

"Ooohhh, Abby, I'm cumming! My mother is making me cum!"

The fiery combination of oral and manual stimulation, proficiently and bawdily applied by Rita, ignited Nancy's orgasm like an arsonist. The ensuing climatic blaze "burned" the daughter to new orgiastic heights and spurred on the mom to go nuts in feeding on Nancy's quivering, gushing sex for her own and for Abby's pleasure.

Having an appreciative and equally freaky audience made the giving and receiving of such forbidden gratification all the more sensually titillating for the Scanlon women.

Dante watched, attentively, the forbidden mating. Then she viewed the post-coital cuddling between Nancy and Rita. She was genuinely, decadently elated to be part of such a tryst, which dripped with intense sensuality and taboo eroticism.

She was even more appreciative when both of her partners non-verbally signaled for her to partake of their tranquil rest and unchaste embrace.
Uptown Spunk Ch. 03 Pt. 04
The final installment.
Uptown Spunk Ch. 3 Pt. 4

WARNING: If you are not 18 or older, please leave this page immediately.

Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.

This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.

*

"Momma needs your cock!" she growled with primal, lustful urgency.

24-year-old Robert Dante placed his mug of cinnamon flavored coffee on the kitchen counter and turned around. His mother, Athena, stood in the doorway.

Sofia Vergara's twin was clad in only a bath towel. Its whiteness against her tanned complexion along with its scandalous length---just enough to cover her groin—was tied in the upper front, offered the young man a teasing glimpse of her deep, alluring cleavage.

He placed the flat of his hand on the counter, the other hand on his hip, and looked annoyingly at her.

"But mom, we fucked like rabbits last night. And Abby will be here."

She chortled slightly, knowing he was full of shit with his facial expression and reply.

Athena sauntered, slowly, seductively, up to him, swaying her luscious hips.

"Your sister is not due here until the early this evening," she commented, "And I will be without my son's long, delicious cock for days."

Robert threw his head and exhaled in a mock OMG moment.

She stuck out her lower lip in a pretend pout. With her face in a downward angle, she noticed the front of his gym shorts. There was a remarkable lump and it twitched.

"You're hard already?"

Michelangelo's David simply beamed with smug confidence.

"Half hard, but I'm just getting started," he boasted. "Momma makes me hard."

Knowingly, she flashed him a devilish smile.

"Dirty little boy," she lewdly quipped, "getting hard looking at your own mother."

She stepped back.

"Half-hard, hmmm?" she asked naughtily, erotically.

Athena reached for the knotted material at her bust and continued her raspy comment.

"Well, perhaps I should help complete liftoff."

She pulled on the towel's knot. The cloth quickly opened and cascaded down to the kitchen floor, pooling around her pretty feet.

The naked parent put her hands on her hips, stepped out of the fabric, moved back in front of Robert and parted her thighs.

His eyes flared as big as saucers.

Athena Dante was a walking wet dream. Her brown, full and wavy hair was wet and matted down from the shower she just took. It made her look like an alluring sea nymph. Her breasts were large, ripe, and with just a hint of sag which further highlighted her MILF status. The tummy was essentially flat, while the hips flared out accentuating her Latin heritage and again her hot, mature appearance. Her parted legs were long and seemed to go on for miles. Their current opened condition showcased her vagina. A finely trimmed landing strip, brown just like her mane, was the welcome mat to her labia. The outer one was smooth while the inner pair flowered outward with a dewy sheen.

The lad's eyes blinked and his nostrils snorted her vanilla body wash. It was his favorite. Within the aroma he detected a whiff of her in-heat scent.

With her piercing black eyes on Robert's she pressed herself to him, chest to chest. Then she lowered herself against him, her voluminous tits and turgid nipples dragging downward. She was kneeling before him and viewed the bulge. It had definitely increased but was not fully erect. She swiped her tongue over her lips, released a low-sounding gasp, then cast her view up to him.

Hungrily, they stared at each other. Then her hands went for the waistband of the shorts.

Despite the immense arousal he was feeling and the fact that his mom could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, he really wanted to do what he was about to.

Robert pulled up the 43-year-old by her shoulders. She stood before him looking genuinely puzzled.

"I want breakfast," he commanded.

"Breakfast? I saw you having oatmeal before I took my shower."

Gently he lifted her up from under her arms and placed her sitting on the table. Then he peered into her eyes.

"Yes, I had oatmeal before."

He opened her bent knees.

"Now I'm, going to have mom-meal!"

Robert dropped his head between the smooth, open, enticing thighs. His agape mouth landed on Athena's vulva.

She tossed her head back, slightly chuckling at her son's actions and words.

"Ohhhhh, Bobby!" she swooned, using his childhood nickname.

He loved eating out his mom's cunt, especially like now—freshly washed and clean. He could also eat her when she just got home from work. In the beginning of their illicit, domestic pairing she would sometime offer to wash her sex before he feasted. He quickly disregarded the overture, saying that her work-worn muff was just as delicious as it was newly scrubbed.

His personal choice, though, was Athena's pussy fresh, her musk mixed with the scent of her body wash, while her ambrosia began to leak out from her slit.

Robert unleashed a stimulating, concentrated barrage of kisses and licks to the elated pubic mound and quivering inner thighs. The kisses were wet and slobbering, often with the eager tongue following up with semi-slow laving. Other times it was just the tongue doing the gratifying with a wave of licks to one spot, then to another and another. Athena's pubic hair, both labias, and the creases of both inner thighs were adorned with the titillating duo of smooches and laps.

"Ohhhhh, you sexy beast of a son! Ah, ohhhh! Yeah! Yeah! Eat your momma—just like that! Yeahhhhh!"

Rob pursued giving her the kisses and licks combo for just a bit more. Then he rolled up his tongue into his mouth, closed his lips and eyes, and started to circle his face against the heated crotch. Maddingly, he did an erotic imitation of a Brillo pad and scoured the entire mons pubis. His cheeks stretched apart her wet, wrinkled cuntal folds, dragging them first along the left side of his face then the other. His hardening prick twitched when his forehead grazed the bristled, humid pubic hair. His nostrils were snorting her rich, earthy scent like a cocaine addict. The up and down motions of his chin along the crevice between her full, blooming inner lips aroused the goddess.

She lunged her upper body foreword.

"Ugghhhh!" she groaned. "Oh fuck, Rob!"

Hearing and feeling his mother's reaction to his chin job resulted in him looking up. Seeing her full breasts shaking all about with erect nipples, the glassy look of her eyes, the dreamy facial appearance, and her carnal wail finalized his erection.

Robert next sent his tongue deep into her sweet, wet, delicious pussy. Her thighs tightened around his head as his oral muscle barged into the pulsing fissure. The stud grabbed hold of the flaying ass cheeks in order to tongue-fuck his mother steadily.

"Oh! Oh! Ahhhh!" she lustily applauded. "Ohhhhhh, yes!"

While burrowing his face into the juicy muff, the lingua unwaveringly thrusted in and out of the scorching gash. This caused more of her sex-gravy to be released, much to his incessant delight.

"Deeper! Stick your tongue in deeper, son! Ugghhhh, that's it!"

Rousingly she bucked her hips, mashing her twat into his face. The feel of his tongue corkscrewing into her womanhood was decadently superb, as were the sounds.

"Drink momma's pussy juice! That's it! Drink that juice! Drink it alllllll!"

The sexy divorcee thrashed about on the kitchen table like a fish out of water. Her breathing was so ragged it was akin to a severe asthma attack. She was grabbing her massive, quivering rack, pinching and pulling the engorged nipples, so lasciviously desperate to add to with her own hands the savage bliss her male child was giving her.

"Suck my clit, Robby! Ohhhhh shit, suck it!


He did not listen to her directive. Instead he withdrew his cream-covered lips from her soaked petals and moved quickly. Robert stepped back, pulled off his T-shirt then shoved down his shorts. Stepping out of them then forward, he prepared to mount his mother.

The unexpected breakup of her gash and his mouth caused the splayed cougar to feel instantaneous panic and disappointment. She caught sight of her now-bare-chested lover's elongated dick swing back upward to slap his lower belly as his shorts plummeted. A powerful look of sexual hunger was on his face as he walked toward her holding his erection.

Athena stared at Rob's cock. It was rock hard, 7 inches long, and displayed above-average girth. It throbbed with taboo heat. The vein running along the fleshy cylinder was wide. The cockhead was a bulbous top, with the slit dripping precious pre-jizz. The appearance of the forbidden member always caused the buxom babe to lick her lips like Pavlov's dog. She watched in her own horny anticipation as he guided his penis, grasping it at the base, toward her gushing, open sheath.

The brawny young man leaned into her, placing the flat of his left hand near her shoulder onto the table for support.

"Well, mom," he began with a sarcastic tone and a racy look, "you said you needed my cock."

Robert stroked his erection along her crevasse, heightening her arousal. He stopped by resting the spongy head atop the greasy lips, his pre-cum mixing with her froth.

They eyed each other.

Her breathing was a string of labored gasps as she awaited penetration. He arrogantly flashed a grin.

Then Rob pushed down and into Athena, at the same time releasing his grip on his schlong. He then placed that hand like the other—flat on the table adjacent to her shoulder.

"Uuggghhhhhhhhh!" she hoarsely grunted.

The bombshell's eyes rolled back into her head as she once again relished the tantalizing pleasure of her son's luscious, illicit cock enter her wet, oven-hot pussy. His entry was so quick and easy—he was balls deep in mere seconds—thanks to her tidal juices which were leaking out like a busted radiator.

Chiseled chest flattened stiff nipples and big tits as he rested atop her. Their voracious mouths slammed against each other, in a tawdry kiss highlighted by dueling tongues and their mutual sharing of her nectar.

As if a movie director yelled "Action!" Rob took off, wildly beginning to fuck his voluptuous, naked mother. His lean hips rolled like a windmill gone berserk, enabling him to provide Athena with a flurry of unfathomable, hard thrusts straight from the get-go.

The thrusts unleashed an expanded reverberation of wet, squishy sounds emanating from the conjoined groins.

"Aaarrgghhh!" moaned the vixen, spreading open her sexy legs.

"Ohhhhh, yessss, Rob! Fuck your mommy! Fuck your mommy just like that!"

From his college days to his time as a superstar stripper, young Dante loved when a woman spoke dirty to him while he was eating and/or banging her. The fact of who was whorishly egging him quadrupled his arousal and stamina.

"Yesssss, mother!" he hissed in agreement.

He rapidly pistoned his solid cock over and over again, further and further, into Athena's juicy cunt. When he tapped her cervix she wailed like a porn star, causing her sumptuous body to writhe uncontrollably under him.

"Fuck me, my baby boy! Fuuuucckkk meeeee!"

Rob redoubled the strength in his arms, shook off the beads of sweat which had formed on his forehead, and plowed even more zealously into Athena. Then he leaned into her left ear, flicking the lobe with his tongue. It was one of his mother's weak spots.

It caused her to gyrate her curvy, wide hips to be in synch with his fuck rhythm.

"Ohhhhh, mom," he grunted in her ear, "I love fucking you! I love fucking your hot, sexy, MILF body!"

He added some 'English' to his next couple of shoves, underscoring his provocative commentary. She ended up releasing quick breaths similar to the Lamaze classes she took almost 25 years ago in preparation to birth her lover.

Athena tossed her head from side-to-side, in the throes of monumental pleasure.

"Ah, yes! Ughhh, oh yes, Bobby! I LOVE the way you fuck me with your big, fat dick!"

Out of the corner of his eyes Rob could see her bent knees bouncing with each of his loving jabs. He enjoyed seeing her like she was now—staring at him wide-eyed, gratified at his prowess.

Her satisfaction was about to skyrocket.

Robert lifted himself off his sweaty parent, stood up, and got the two of them in the Deep Impact position. This is where her spread legs were raised up and her feet were on top of his shoulders. His hands grasped the back of her knees as he leaned forward and drove his prick deep into her snatch.

"Ohhhhhhhh! Yes! Yes!" she hollered as his firmness continuously, adoringly, tapped away at the delirious nerve endings in her intimate vortex. "Bobby Threads, you sweet, sweet motherfucker!"

Like before, Athena grabbed her shimming breasts, passionately squeezing them, cupping them. This time she brought the fat, Hershey kiss-like teats up to her waiting lips. She kissed and licked herself as he jackhammered her into an incestuous nirvana.

Robert was out of his gourd with raw, unquenchable desire. Her dirty cheers, using his former stripper name, her squeezing and tight pussy creaming all over his ramroding cock, her feet bouncing frantically off his shoulders with every mighty jab and seeing her lave at her nipples—it all caused him to furiously pummel into the forbidden enchantress like a wild animal.

"Ugh! Ugh! Oh! Ohhhhh, mom!" he snarled.

After a few more moments of lusty pitching and catching, the convulsing hottie was thunderstruck with a spine-tingling orgasm. It was a blistering pleasure and release from the unfinished cunnilingus immediately followed up by the five-star fuck. Her toes curled so tight that they soon became painful.

"Aahhhhhh! I'm cumming! You're making your mother cum! Oh, yeahhhh!"

An overconfident smile appeared on the bowflexing champ's face. Rob now opened her thighs, her long legs forming a sultry V in the air, and made his own raunchy announcement.

"Me too, Mom. I'm cumming!"

He gave a mighty shove into Athena's convulsing gash and began ejaculating. Thick, ivory rope after rope of semen was launched into the vaginal gully, illicitly mixing with her ambrosia. It was an unchaste "rinse and repeat" as the pulsating cock, erupting its milk, was greedily suctioned by the wet, massaging groove.

"Aaargghhhh!"

"Ohhhh baby! Oh ahhhh, Robby! Fill momma up. Give me all your cum!"

The kitchen table, walnut and purchased only five weeks old, began to creak. The top was also getting a new veneer courtesy of the primal cocktail, while the nasty squishy sounds went up several octaves.

Mother and son undulated, both completely lost in releasing their fluids, and getting and receiving gratification. Her legs were now around his rotating hips, scissoring him in whorish need of wringing out of every drop of his treasured seed into her barren womb. He wouldn't stop fucking his woman until his balls were completely empty and his aching muscles halted him.

******

Later that day Athena moved about the apartment, cleaning and tidying the already-immaculate home. She was a combination of nervous, hopeful, and happy in being reunited with her daughter that evening. It would be a magnificent way to say good bye to 2020's winter.

She also saw the reunion as a healing balm. The divorcee was still reeling from the deaths of Ms. D, her neighbor, and Marti, her lover and co-worker. The former, who was Athena's judge and bodyguard when it came to men, passed away simply from old age. The latter, which affected Dante more so, died from a hit and run.

The driver was never apprehended.

******

Rob sat in an office chair in the spare room, which he had converted to a bedroom for appearance sake when he stayed over at his mom's. He thought about his sister. He wondered if she had changed much since he last saw her three years ago. It was then he stormed out of their father's authority, life, and condominium. Robert had never believed his old man's story how he saved him and his sister from their whore mother. The young rebel depleted his decent-sized savings and rented an apartment in lower Westchester, New York after a friend told him about making money as a male stripper for women.

Shortly after his exit, their father sent Abby to a New Jersey university to live on campus. Tuition, room and board all paid for. They were no longer useful pawns in his vengeful scheme against his ex-wife.

She studied, while he stripped.

She got good grades, while he got pussy.

When she contacted him she either got voicemail, no replies or quick, little-detailed answers when he did pick up.

She wondered, and occasionally worried, about her brother.

He was too embarrassed to tell his sister he was "dancing for dollars."

******

21-year-old Abigail Dante paused and checked her watch. It was Saturday, 5:37 PM. She was standing outside the front entrance of her mother's apartment. She hadn't seen the woman in over 15 years.

Jessica Alba's lookalike was nervous. This was going to be a tremendously emotional evening.

She was also going to meet her brother for the first time in three years.

The siblings had actually "met" two years ago, unbeknownst to both of them at the time. It was at The Ladies Room, New York's premier strip club for women. She and her girlfriend lover Nancy were "serviced" by the club's male stripper extraordinaire, Bobby Threads, in a steamy public threesome.

Several months later Abby learned about the arrest of her father for heroin trafficking. She went online for more info and through social media rediscovered her mother, Athena.

The email from Abby to Athena resulted in an exchange of photo attachments and phone numbers. The picture of mother and son shocked her.

Bobby Threads and her brother were one in the same!

Learning that she unknowingly fucked her own brother didn't faze her. Firstly no one knew at the time that they were related. And what was done was done. More importantly now that she did know, the notion of incest did not repulse her. Actually it excited her. This was probably because it wasn't her first experience with family sex.

Before Threads made his strapping presence known to the girls at the club, Nancy revealed to Abigail that she and her mother, Rita, had been lovers for the past two months. Rita, who had been pleasured by the male dancer the prior weekend, and scheduled and paid for the girls' evening with him, found Abby very attractive.

Young Dante became willingly ensnared in the taboo debauchery. She became a "daughter" and "sister," wantonly enjoying many naughty nights of hot sapphic passion.

Many, many weeks later the all-girl threeway would revert back to the original two. Rita achieved a major promotion at her job; to open and direct her firm's new office in Paris, France. She was taking Nancy and the two desperately wanted Abby to join them. They verbally painted futuristic and lewd images of their threesome by the Eiffel Tower. Regretfully and tearfully she declined.

She had just rediscovered her mother and brother.

******

Mother, son and daughter planned for the family reunion the following weekend at Athena's apartment. As time grew closer to the family reunion Abs, as she was often called by family and friends, concluded she was not sure how to handle the taboo tryst when she met Robert. She knew herself, that she wouldn't be able to not tell him. This was especially true since she had masturbated almost every night since getting the email attachment. She'd gaze at him in the picture, remembering that night, and enjoying newly-minted fantasies of the two rutting like alley cats while her hands caressed her big, heaving tits and horny, wet slit.
She considered relaying it to him—if he himself didn't remember—when they were alone. Hell, he just might recall her when they were face-to-face.

From a year ago? He didn't just fuck her that night; he also screwed Nancy. He must have also banged so many women since then.

What she didn't or couldn't know was how he would react to learning about that night. He might be so aghast, so ashamed, that he would feel enormous guilt, maybe tell their mother and ruin what would be such a wonderful time in all their lives. On the other hand he, still grossed out, might just keep it between them and cast her out of his life.

Or...or, just maybe, he might get aroused by what had occurred just as she was!



******



It was now 5:40 PM. She was full of mixed emotions: happiness and concern.

"Easy Abs," she coached herself.



She eventually regained her composure and breathing, and rang the bell.

In a few seconds the door opened. Athena Dante stood before her, with Robert to her left. There were tear streaks under the parent's eyes. Her lips quivered.

"Abby!"

"Mom!" was the joyful reply.

The two rushed into each other, embracing tightly, emotionally.

They both sobbed.

The hug got tighter, more emotional. The crying got louder. They kissed each other on the sides of their faces.

Parent and child gazed at each other. Mom held Abby's face in her hands, looking at her daughter. Both were sniffling, and smiling, their minds going a thousand miles a minute.

Eventually Athena pulled away from Abigail and turned to her son.

"Rob," the mother started, "say hello to your sister!"

The siblings looked at each other. His eyes were already welling up and smiled at Abby. She returned the grin.

"Hey Abby!"

"Hey, bro!" she croaked, moving into him while wrapping her arms around his neck as he did the same.

Athena's weeping increased seeing her children embrace. She wrapped her arms around them, kissing them on their heads.

The meal was a hearty and sumptuous fare of tossed salad, lasagna and red wine. The conversation was historical, heavy, and poignant. Each family member cried at different times, sometimes two or all three at the same time. It went from the kitchen to the living room sofa, to almost one in the morning.

It had been decided that Abigail would be first for the bathroom, then Rob. Mother and daughter would share the bedroom, while he had the spare room.

After a quick shower the youngest Dante was in her mother's room transferring clothes from her overnight bag to the dresser drawers. Athena was in the kitchen cleaning up the pots and pans along with the left-in-the-sink dishes and glasses.

She heard the bathroom door. She knew her brother was in there now.

Turning to look out the bedroom and down the hallway she saw that the bathroom door didn't close all the way. There was a space of about 3 inches between the door edge and frame which allowed her to peer into the bathroom. She abandoned the task of clothes transfer and inched closer to the bedroom door.

Abby could see, thanks to the open mirror above the sink, Robert standing off to the side, oblivious that he didn't have complete privacy.

She watched him undress.

The heavy, emotional aspect of the evening and the successful family reunion were on the verge of being replaced in Abby's mind by lusty thoughts and memories thanks to voyeurism.

The attractive hottie sighed when she saw him pull up and off his polo shirt, baring his sculpted chest. She closed her eyes, mightily willing herself not to reach under her sweatshirt and begin massaging her naked breasts. She turned her head away, closing her eyes, and trying desperately to withstand further viewing.

Initially she was winning the battle. The victory would become temporary, as her sensually frazzled brain and the tingling in her sex relinquished to temptation, borne on the forbidden.

Her head turned around at the same time her eyes opened.

"Ohhhh, bro!" she groaned to herself, watching as Robert unbuckled his belt.

She had to steady herself by putting a hand on the top of the adjacent chest of drawers as she leered. Instinctively Abby licked her lips—twice—as her subject was now unsnapping his Levi's open.

The tingling was getting stronger, a warmth spreading throughout her lower abdomen. Now she needed both hands on the furniture top for support. She didn't trust herself not to slip fingers under her panties' waistband and began stroking her stirring, moistening kitty.

Unfortunately the show ended when her sibling moved out of view of the mirror. She cursed at this. When she heard the shower curtain move and the water begin to run, she cursed again. Then, as if to add salt to the wound, she heard Athena mutter to herself the completion of cleaning up in the kitchen.

"And that's that!"

Next was the sound of heels clicking.

Fuck!!! The horny tart angrily screamed inaudibly.

Figuring her mom was headed for the bedroom, she jumped back to her overnight bag and returned to transferring her clothes out of her overnight bag.

"Hey!" Athena cheerfully bellowed standing in the doorway.

Abigail turned around and looked at her.

"Hey, mom!"

Athena closed the bedroom door, leaning against it and just stood there, beaming at her child.

"Oh, Abby! It's so good to see you! To have you back in my life, and Robert's!"

She looked at the parent.

"Yeah, it is good!"

Athena rushed into her daughter, enveloping her in a tight hug.

She spontaneously reciprocated by wrapping her arms around her mom.

Feeling her mother's voluminous tits get mashed into her own busty pair, thighs close to thighs, had the young babe's mind spinning perversely again.

Abby instantly recalled Rita and all the nights of hot and heavy lesbian sex while roleplaying as her daughter, with her real daughter. She lost count how many times she would be in a steamy, all-consuming hug with her "mother," each of them sliding their voluptuous, nude bodies against the other.

Abby felt relieved when Athena released her.

Her respite was short-lived.

"Honey," the cougar said after kicking off her heels and turning her back to her, "could you pull my zipper down?"

Abigail, still reeling with her sapphic memories, was immobile as she watched Athena swipe aside her long, luxurious brown mane to one side and drape it over that shoulder in order for her to fulfill the request without obstruction.

The daughter swallowed nervously. She cast her pupils down at the curvaceous rear, snuggly fitted against the dress material. Abby could see the outline of her mother's panties.

She felt extremely light-headed. Arousal was setting in. Then she quickly realized she hadn't fulfilled the request.

"Abig—" Athena began, sounding displeased. She stopped when she felt her daughter's fingers on the zipper and began pulling it down.

When the unzipping was complete, the parent stepped forward. She shimmied until the dress hit the floor, pooling around her feet. She stepped out of it and turned to face Abs.

"Thanks!" she chirped.

Abby was able to appear nonchalant as she viewed her stunning mother in nothing but a bra that appeared to be straining to contain her big tits, while the wispy panties smoothly covered her pubic mound.

The divorcee turned back around and padded to the opposite side for the closet. Her child once again submitted to her primal urges. She closed her eyes briefly to mentally imprint the near-naked vision she just witnessed for taboo memory sake. She opened her eyes to see Athena's relatively tight buns, separated by a measly piece of cloth, sashay as she moved across the floor.

Athena withdrew a sapphire-colored kimono robe and put it on. She then reached back into the closet for a flowing, non-transparent nightgown.

They both heard Robert.

"Mom, the bathroom's all yours."

She turned her head toward the door and responded.

"Ok. Thanks, dear."

She grabbed a long, flowing nightgown from within the closest. Athena smiled at Abigail and left for the bathroom.

After her shower she stopped by Rob's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

She opened and entered.

He was laying on the single-size bed watching ESPN.

"Good night, son."

He saw her vision go from his face to his crotch. Rob's penis was flaccid yet still displayed a sizeable lump in his boxer shorts.

In turn, he caught a quick glance at the V opening of her nightgown which afforded a moderately decent view of her deep cleavage and announced that she was braless.

Robert devilishly smiled and gave his package a one-time caress.

"Good night, mom," he responded with a knowing wink.

Athena rolled her eyes and closed the door, heading for her bedroom.

Upon entering she saw her daughter curled up on the king bed's right side. Athena got in on the left side and looked at her.

"Good night, Abby."

The daughter turned around.

"Good night, Mom."

She smiled at Athena.

"It's good to be home," the daughter added.

Athena returned the smile.

"Yes, it IS good you're home."

Abs turned back to her original curl-up. Athena lay on her back.

******



All three family members slept until that early Sunday afternoon. They ordered Chinese take-out, and continued reminiscing and being happy they had each other again.

By 4:00 PM the trio was ready to disperse. They planned on getting together the next weekend at Robert's place.

"I'll do the cooking," Abigail offered.

Robert commented with a snicker, "Mom can microwave."

She flipped him 'the finger.'

"And," he continued, "I don't think ptomaine is something we were interested in."

With the other hand, she gave him a secondary 'finger.'

Athena chuckled.

"I'm sure your sister is a good cook."

Buoyed by the parental endorsement, Abby stuck her tongue at him. He gave back a smug, 'whatever' look.

Rob had earlier offered to drive Abby straight to Jersey but she declined, opting for an Uber. She jokingly reasoned to herself that she didn't trust herself alone with him.

He drove away in his Caddy coupe, returning to nearby Port Chester, at the same time Abby's ride arrived.

******

Late the next Friday evening Athena and Abby met in Manhattan's Grand Central Terminal and took the Metro-North commuter train line to Port Chester, the village where Rob lived. They then grabbed a taxi to his apartment.

Athena told her daughter that Rob had given her a spare set of keys and vice-versa since they lived less than 15 minutes apart from each other in New York's Westchester County.

When he returned home that night, he found a freshly-prepared dish of fettuccine alfredo waiting for him.

"No salmonella, right?" he sarcastically inquired.

Both ladies gave him 'the finger.'

The Dantes enjoyed supper and like the prior weekend, continued their reminiscing and reacquainting well into the night. Also like the prior weekend, the sleeping arrangements were the same. Athena and Abby slept together in his room while he was on the living room futon.

******



Within a deep-seated sleep, Robert felt something happening to him.

His drowsy mind was slow to grasp the occurrence. He did, though, know it was pleasurable. Very pleasurable.

"Ahhhhhh!" he gravelly exhaled into the predawn hours.

He heard a sound. It was that of sucking and slurping.

There was also a feeling. It was his penis, becoming erect through the opening in his boxers, thanks to an avid pair of lips and a rabid tongue.

"Ohhhh yeah!" Rob moaned.

He was about to add the word "mom" to his exhalation. After all, who could it be? But he stopped

She'd have to be insane to chance this with Abby here, his dulled brain reasoned.

But there was something different that halted him from using the "m" word.

It was a smell. A sweet smell.

He caught another whiff of it.

It was lavender.

Mom's body wash was always vanilla. It was her absolute favorite, and she bought nothing else.

Lavender? I remember that, but from where?



His scrambling mind was interrupted by feelings. He felt his boxers being yanked down to his ankles and removed. Next his brawny thighs were opened and he felt his nuts being bathed in the wet, slobbering goodness of the flat of a tongue. Round and round went the tongue over the meaty pair.

Rob exhaled from the rushing pleasure he felt as soft, wet kisses were next applied to each testicle.

Then he had total recall.

Now I remember! I smelled lavender last weekend in Mom's bathroom. And tonight—both times—when I got into the shower after...



His eyelids flew open at the same time his head jerked up and forward.

...Abby!



Then his mouth dropped in horror at what he saw.

His naked, sexy baby sister was slavishly, adoringly sucking his cock.

"Oh, no! Nooooooo!" he wailed, shaking his head in disbelief.

The verbal protest was pretty substantial. Rob hoped their mother didn't hear him and come out. He watched as Abigail, her hair all wild and messed up, lustily gazed at him with half-slits for eyes through her bangs as she blew him.

"Abby, nooooo!"

They both knew this objection was far weaker than the first.

Rob wanted to offer a third dissent, but it was nullified by the electric, erotic sensations reverberating throughout his body. He simply gawked, mute, at what was happening to him.

Abs' sultry, eager mouth completed inflating the muscle to its ultimate length. She flicked him an indecent glance at him and continued. Her lips moved up and down her brother's solidified dick, allowing her tongue to cascaded over the fat vein.

His breathing was akin to hyperventilation.

Her tongue continued. Its tip lapped several times at the root area where the penis meets the scrotum. Then it gradually ascended, applying its X-rated, wet, titillation over the sleek, pulsing shaft to just under the fat crown.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck!" Robert yelped.

He heard a purr from his sister. It was an extended "Mmmmm," a low-sounding yet hearty, seductive tone.

It was instantly followed up by the immense pleasure of feeling her tongue swirl, rather gradually, around the purplish top of his dick.

His mind was reeling, the blood pounding like a jackhammer inside his head. Rob could barely think straight.

Abby whirled her tongue, a tad faster, over the sensitive crown while her hand slowly jacked the shaft.

"Ugggghhhh! Oh, sis!"

Rob closed his eyes and tossed his head back in shameless pleasure.

Eventually, a heavy-duty sense of guilt barged into the taboo delight. Rob felt he was cheating on Athena. Then his mind instantly pictured a counseling session.

Rob: I cheated and I feel guilty.



Counselor: Who did you cheat on your wife with it?



Rob: I cheated on my mom.



Counselor: Oh!



Rob: With my sister.



Counselor faints.



For Robert, the oncoming flood of remorse was set aside as Abigail zealously sucked his overjoyed prick like a Hoover vacuum.

Frantic, sloppy sounds echoed throughout the room.

Oh fuck! My sister is just as good at giving head as my mother!

He was finally was able to speak up.

"Abby, you're crazy! What if Mom comes out?!"

Her lips broke away from his shaft, just above the scrotum, with a loud smack. The nimble fingers of her right hand were instantly wrapped around the exhilarated staff, pumping it, greased by the copious saliva.

"Mom, IS out. I slipped her one of my Ambiens in her water at dinner," she slyly admitted. "Remember her saying how tired she was during dessert?"

He did, and nodded.

Then Rob groaned as he felt his sibling's mouth return to his quivering dick.

His morals—well, his version of morals—made another stand at voicing opposition.

"Abby, this, this is..."

"Wrong?" she interjected after her mouth released his penis for a second time. "Why?"

"It's incest!" he croaked.

"It's not the first time for us, bro," letting her hand fist the erection again at a rather leisurely pace. She loved its hardness, the way it resonated in her palm, and the raw vitality it symbolized.

She started recounting their past.

"Over a year ago..."

"I was at the non-profit helping raise funds!"

"I KNOW you weren't at the non-profit then," she countered assuredly.

Abby paused for effect, letting the fact that she knew the lie he told sink into him.

"You were at The Ladies Room," she purred, "and the only thing you were raising was women's temperatures..."

She paused again, wantonly eyeing him like a hungry tiger eyes an antelope.

"...and this nice, big, fat cock of yours!"

The vixen gently squeezed the shaft for emphasis.

Rob's pupils bugged out.

"Ughhh!" he groaned.

She could feel the blood roar within the male muscle, pulsating to her forbidden yet delicious touch.

"A redheaded MILF who you, Bobby Threads, banged..."

Robert's eyes widened when he heard his former stage name. He wanted to feel regret, wanted his hard-on to go down, to go away. But his sexy sister was working his dick with her hand just as she had done with her mouth. The flats of her fingers were titillating the plum-shaped dome with light, circular rubs.

"...set up a session with you for her daughter and a girlfriend the following week."

She stopped talking and pumping.

"I was the girlfriend."

Immediately it all came back to his frazzled mind. In his stripper career he never had a mother schedule him to fuck her daughter, let alone her daughter and a friend. Abigail could see it in his face.

Guilt and the wanting to express atonement came to life within him, despite the outrageously salacious sensations emanating from groin. He met her stare with remorseful eyes.

"Abby, I, I had no idea..." he babbled.

The young temptress wasn't having any of it. She could appreciate his regret, maybe, if she wasn't so horny. Her nipples were puffy and ached, while her cunt was moistening at a steady clip. She knew some more oral work would quiet him. But she felt self-indulgent.

It had been quite some time since her pussy was eaten.

"Oh, Rob," she began with an annoyed tone as she moved her lithe, bare form around so that her left leg swung over him and she positioned herself with her steamy, juicy muff just above his chin, "shut the fuck up and eat me!"

The sight and smell were too overpowering, too strong for the young man's defenses. The wrinkled, shiny petals, spread open revealing further wetness and enticement from the lush, pink insides. It was a sensually mouthwatering image. The stimulating, enveloping aroma of this hot, young babe in heat conquered his nose. His head jerked forward, lodging between her smooth buttocks and gave her slit a passionate lick.

"Ohhhhh yeah!" Abby swooned, feeling the tip of her brother's tongue, starting at the bottom corner of her aroused groove and travel upward, unashamedly skimming between the fleshy folds, until it reached the upper corner. Then it traveled downward, again titillating the anxious ruffles and tasting the youthful honey.

"Fuck! Rob!" she raspily voiced as her eyes rolled back into their sockets.

Motioning like a slow-moving bobblehead toy, the stud glided his tongue up and down, down and up the buttery crevice, never entering the effervescent gap. He just skimmed over the distended labia surface.

Consciously or unconsciously Abigail took him up on this teasing. She shoved her curvy ass backward, thereby having his tongue jut into her vagina. She bit her lip as the intense gratification seared her.
Robert answered back with his hands grasping the opulence of her butt cheeks, spreading them, and coiling his tongue deeper into the heated, excited recesses of Abby's sex.

"Ugh! Oh! Ahhhhhh!" she moaned.

It was a raunchy 69. Well, actually, it was a raunchy 68.

The sexpot had released the phallus when she positioned herself over him. There was a part of her which genuinely wanted to return the oral favor and resume gorging on the extensive slab of beef. Generally she was a fair lover. But not now

Abby just wanted to selfishly delight in the moment, the feral and forbidden moment.

"Yeahhhhh, Rob! Eat me, baby! Eat your horny, baby sister!"

That's what he did.

Rob was now stoked with white-hot incestuous lust. He licked her pussy west-to-east, then north-to-south, east-to-west, south-to-north in a wild fusillade. It was a dizzying campaign of horizontal and vertical motions completely jumbled. Included were alternating sucklings of the labia minora, laps to the sticky inner thighs, and voracious drinking of her outpouring juices.

Abigail, lost in a cunnilingus-inspired haze, saw his neglected appendage bobbing about. It broke her self-centered revere. Her mouth intook it once again.

When Robert felt the returned glory of her lips on his penis, he stopped his oral adoration.

"Ahhhhh, Abby!," he groaned. "Yeah! Yeah, sis! Suck my cock! Suck it!"

He then returned to feasting on her sweet little box.

It was now a 69.

Abby's tongue twirled around the upright staff. Rob's tongue twirled into the blazing-hot groove. Her honey rushed out, glazing his face and sliding down his throat. His pre-jizz was bubbling out and coating her tongue and the inside of her mouth, eventually being smeared down the stalk by the crazed lingua. She caressed his meaty balls. He kneaded her buttocks. She writhed. His hips rolled upward. She moaned like a porn star. He grunted like a gorilla.

Then it really got good.

The young buck put his oral magic and focus on her clitoris. Using his fingers he plied apart the syrupy petals and inner cuntal flesh to enhance the exposure of the hyperactive nub. He craned his neck forward and started a tactile, steady, and brutish campaign of lapping at the female sexual pearl.

Abigail had briefly been lost in the blowjob. She was enjoying it so much, especially when the penile tip banged against the back of her throat. Then when she felt him licking her elated core, her overworking mouth released the appendage to respond favorably.

"Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh, shit!" she moaned as her head rolled slowly around. "Yeah, Robbbbb! Just like that. Don't stop!"

The clitoris was jutting out of its sheath, and with every tongue swipe to its head, quickly repeated, caused her carnal delight to be amplified.

"Thhhhhat's it! Suck me, baby! Suck---"

Her orgasm struck her like a lightning bolt.

"—meeeeeeeee!"

Rob first felt her curvy body vibrate tremendously, her sopping taco being quickly shoved at him, and then he was inundated with wave after wave of her pearly sauce.

"Cuuummmmmming!" she squealed, almost gasping, as he was sucking the clit and occasionally finger-strumming it.

The ferocity of his oral proficiency and its monumental gratification had Abigail Dante quaking and climaxing mightily.

"I'm cumming, bro! Ah, ohhhhhh, yeah!"

The orgasm went on and on, as she relished every second of the fiery culmination.

Eventually her convulsing body settled down, resting atop her equally-spent lover. They were still in the 69.

After about 20 minutes of recovery, she picked up her head and gazed at the flaccid penis. There were blemishes of her saliva on it.

She smiled at it. Then moved like a cat.

Abigail motioned so that her face was now next to that of Robert's. He was startled. She zealously licked his cheeks, nose, lips, and forehead, unabashedly removing her own cream and appreciating its tanginess. He LOVED when a woman enjoyed the taste of her own juices, and merely let her do her thing. Soon she kissed his mouth.

Brother and sister kissed wildly. Lips slithered over lips, giving way to rapidly fluttering tongues and the rolling of their heads.

"Ah, ahhhh, ah!"

"Ohhh! Ughhh!"

Her left thigh brushed up against his member. Her eyes flew down to view it, and her dirty mind went into overdrive.

Abby peered lustfully into his eyes. She straddled his abdomen, then slipped her right hand in between her parted thighs. She scoped out a fair amount of her nectar from within her gash and smeared it over his dick, starting with the cap and down the meaty span.

Rob just stared, wondering what this nympho is doing or planning to do next.

She eased herself down on him so her eager lips could wrap themselves around his cock. Her mouth descended the shaft. Her tongue fluttered along its bottom side. She swallowed a good portion of it, then slowly withdrew. She lashed out her tongue at the spongy peak, engulfed the length again, then suckled it just a bit faster.

In no time Robert's dick was harder than Chinese algebra.

He groaned and tossed his head back, closing his eyes. Soon, though, the blowjob stopped. He heard movement on the bed. Rob opened his eyes and looked forward.

Abby, complete wantonness in her gaze at him, had her wet, open pussy hovering over the tip of his cock's enflamed head. She caressed her rising and falling breasts, flicking the hardened nubs, exciting herself and him.

The two glared at each other with profound lust and passion. Their mutual breathing was extremely labored. He throbbed; she moistened.

For him, she was very pretty. Very sexy. Definitely a younger version of their mother. For her, it was The Ladies Room Part II, and now the real deal—her stud, former stripper sibling was all hers.

Abigail lowered herself onto him. He watched her eyes close, heard her deep intake of air as his stiffness appeared to be "beamed up" into her velvety, snug, and lecherous vaginal confines.

The comely seductress quivered as she felt his mushroom-shaped dome push in between her buttery sex petals, the two separating like a stage curtain and welcoming the incoming phallus. As the luscious penetration continued she arched her back, rolling her head around in carnal joy. She relished every inch of throbbing, forbidden manhood gliding into her wet cunt.

"Ughhhhhh, Robbbbbb!" she raspily sighed.

In seconds he was buried to the hilt. The lovers knew this and, hazily looking at each other, grunted like jungle primates.

Starting with small moves, Abby motioned her hips up and down. Gradually she increased the pace, enjoying the buildup and the sheer obscenity of riding her brother's girthy cock.

Robert was enraptured. It was exquisite how her sugar walls slurped, caressed, and released his sleek tool...then repeat in milliseconds. He watched as his sexy sister fucked him. Her eyes were closed tight, hands behind her head, a look of increasing sexual gratification on her beautiful face, and a string of moans punctuated by an occasional "feels sooooo good!" She seemed to be in her own world.

After a while, Abs put her hands on Rob's chest and leaned forward. Her hair was wild-like. She bit her lower lip, glaring at him as the humping intensified. Her glare was a needy one, almost desperate in a silent plea.

He seemed to pick up on this. He took hold of her hips and rolled his own, adding confident, deep-reaching emphasis to his upstrokes.

"Aahhhhh, yeah!" she swooned greedily, happily.

He smirked.

"You like that, Abby?"

Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Abigail was back to mauling her big, flaying tits. She was enthralled with the upward pounding she was getting.

Wet, squishy, thwacking sounds were getting louder in the room.

"Hmmm? You like the way your brother fucks you?" he sneered.

After a few more seconds, she was finally able to gasp a reply.

"Yeah!"

Rob smiled in cocky triumph.

The more his elongated, diamond-hard dick barreled upward, uncontrollably and further in, the more her succulent pussy greased his fleshy campaign with its slick extract. Abby's quickly discharging oils were basting the entire breadth of his ramroding staff.

She loved how Robert had taken control of the mating, keeping her synchronized with his directed pace of thrusts. His revolving hips met her shoves, enabling his rod to travel further up and deeper into her creamy goodness.

"Yeah," she repeated her answer. This was more for herself, cementing in her dopamine-overwhelmed brain that this illicit union was epic.

He peered at the large, ripe and pendulous breasts swaying before him. Rob licked his lips at their fullness, at the puffy areolas, and the brown, hard nipples. They looked so mouthwatering. He cupped one and brought his mouth to the teat.

"Eeeeeeee!" Abby squealed as he handled her like a starving man at a buffet meal.

"Ohhhh, Abs," he hissed in between slurps and licks, "your tits are incredible!"

Abby cradled his head in her arms after he switched to other big, fat nub, supplying equally forceful and passionate adulation to it.

"Aaaahhhh, Robby! I'm glad you like them! They're all yours! Do it! Do it just like that!"

He soon released the nipple from his mouth and with his tongue painted a wide swath along her cleavage, heading north. He then pressed his mouth to hers. She met him with her own primordial energy. The kiss was hot and nasty.

Abs broke it and peered down at him with laser-like feral desire.

"Fuck me, bro! Fuck me gooooood!" she blatantly urged.

And with that he unleashed a torrent of profoundly gratifying and penetrating jabs upward into Abigail's cunt for several minutes straight.

"Yeeeahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she exclaimed. "Oohhhh you fuck me soooo good, Bobby Threads, my handsome, hung brother!


He pounded her a little more after her taboo rave. It wasn't long after that when he felt his balls tighten up close to his body. And he came.

"Ohhhhhh Abbbyyyyyy!" he screamed as he lifted up his ass and his hard-charging cock started expelling the first round of man-milk up into her channel.

"I'm cumming!"

Abigail blinked, hearing the scandalous announcement. She was so glad she was on The Pill.

"Aaarrgghhhh, yeah! Give it to me, Rob! Give Sis all your white lovin'! Give it alllll to me!"

The wild child tossed her head back, eyes closed, wantonly grinding her hips, determined to have her pussy muscles slurp Rob's flesh and cum. She growled as she felt her brother's hot, thick seed drool out down her inner thighs.

It was at the tail-end of this eruption that her own climax struck. It was a blistering explosion from deep within her cunt, racing throughout her body and ending with a blinding flash of light within her brain.

"Aahhhh, ohhh, fuck bro!"

Rob knew she was orgasming. He had initially felt a bit of relief as his balls were just about finished in emptying the torrents of semen. But hearing Abby's throaty yelp signaled to him to continue with his upward pounding.

Abby felt her pussy cream jetting out onto her brother's hard, pummeling cock, and onto her anus. She loved this, and how her vaginal muscles squeezed, rippled, and released the vibrant member—then repeated the same luscious process, over and over again.

She leaned into him, attaching her mouth to his. They kissed with epic passion and lust, swapping spit and tongue. Brother and sister grinded together, mixing their sweat and energy. It went on and on, until the last drop of her essence flowed out and her ribald crescendo was over.

******



Athena had been growing nervous about all the news reports of the novel coronavirus in the U.S. She felt especially uneasy because Robert had to attend a weeklong conference of non-profit organizations in Darien, Connecticut.

Abby sensed this nervousness in her mother, especially when they communicated that mid-March week. She told Athena that she had taken courses in relaxation, massage, and stress management, and that she'd help her.

"Oh, baby," she gushed, "Thank you!"

"No problem, Mom."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

******



Thursday night in Athena's bedroom....

"Ok, Mom. Strip."

Athena blinked, then gave her daughter a you've-got-to-be-kidding look. Abs responded with an irritated exhale.

"How can I help you relieve your stress? How can I massage you properly with your clothes on?"

Athena remained steadfast. She paused for a moment, then spoke.

"I'll get down to my bra and panties."

"Ok, ok," relented her daughter indifferently.

Secretly, the thought and sight of her delectable mother in just her female skivvies gave the vixen a lusty thrill.

Standing at the night table which was on the left side of the bed, Abagail uncapped the bottle of vanilla cream massage oil. Her eyes strained to their corners to secretly further view her mom as she stripped. Athena's back was to her.

She recalled the similar voyeurism of Rob a couple weeks ago.

The high heels were kicked away and then the dress was soon pooled around Athena's feet. The one-piece garment was also lifted away, by her right foot, landing adjacent to one of the shoes a few feet away. She, now in a matching pair of Victoria's Secret black bra and panties, turned to face her daughter.

Abigail, already facing her, smiled. Her eyes did a quick scan of the hourglass figure before her. The once-over was automatic and couldn't be helped. Athena saw this and looked self-conscious. The daughter recovered.

"Wow, mom! I hope when I reach your age I look that good!"

The compliment, while sincere yet wrapped in a lewd appraisal, worked. She looked relieved.

"Thanks, Abby!"

The masseuse, with a welcoming smile, patted the bed with her hand. Athena complied, lying on her stomach, arms to the sides.

She happily caught sight of the mature, opulent butt cheeks, barely covered by the flimsy cloth, and the smooth, supple thighs slightly opened as she settled on the bed.

Abby was now standing so that her back was to Athena, pouring a copious amount of the massage oil into her hand. She observed her daughter, who had arrived in an oversized sweatshirt and denim cut-offs. The way the young, voluminous breasts swayed under the jersey as she moved, Athena knew she was braless. What made the parental vision even more curious was the Daisy Dukes. Her eyes seemed stuck on how the shorts tightly caressed the young rump.

Immediately, guilt enveloped her. She mentally chastised herself for gazing at her daughter in such a filthy way.

Abs turned to her.

"Just relax, mom," she purred.

Athena closed her eyes and smiled.

Abby shared the massage oil from the one cupped hand to the other one. She parted her hands over her mother's upper back, letting the warm liquid fall onto her skin. With the flats of her hands she spread the oil puddle to the cervical and thoracic regions. Then she began to massage those areas with a firm, yet not-too-hard touch. In no time Athena verbally responded.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Her daughter grinned.

"Feel good, mom?"

The answer, mumbled into the crisscrossed wrists below her chin, was immediate.

"Shit, yeahhhh!"

Abby smiled.

"It will feel even better without this," she proudly claimed before unsnapping the clasp of her mom's bra.

She grinned even wider as the profiles of the huge breasts seemed to deflate into the mattress

"Abigail Sandra Dante!"

She knew when her mom yelled like that with her middle name she was up shit's creek. Yet it was worth it.

She motioned to the top of the bed and looked at her mother.

Athena leered at Abby, visual daggers being thrown at her. In turn, the daughter stood there, letting out a sigh and appeared exasperated at her.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Mom! The strap is in the way!" Her tone bordered on childlike.

The two women, motionless, just glared at each other.

"Fine. If it'll make you less uncomfortable," Young Dante annoyingly started, "I'll take mine off."

She pulled up and off her T-shirt tossing it to the floor. With her head cocked to one shoulder, she maintained her irked gaze.

"Happy now?" She sounded like her action was a major doing and solely for the benefit of Athena.

The divorcee at that moment could only blink.

"Now we're both topless," Abs finished.

Athena's look went from surprise to her mouth literally dropping open, as her daughter stood with her breasts bare. She was like a deer caught in the headlights. The parental side of her thinking, already stifled by Abby's words and actions, wanted to reprimand her daughter. But that corrective element was impotent, motionless. It was overruled and halted by unexpected, forbidden, incestuous lust.

She was enraptured by her daughter's naked tits.

They were quite large with youthful ripeness and beauty, not unlike her own when she was Abby's age. The areolas were the same dark brown tint, though smaller. She definitely had a rack, and could see how any man—or woman—could be hypnotized by the generous pair.

Gazing at Abby reminded her when she learned that her stripper boy-toy was in fact her son—it turned her on. But she couldn't let her daughter know about that, or that she was bisexual.

The maternal nipples were solidifying and moisture began within her loins.

Abigail saw the change in her mother's eyes and demeanor. Her ego soared. Arousal was onsetting. Then reality struck.

I better get back to massaging Mom before she comes out of this erotic reverie.

"Can I get back to massaging and relaxing you?" she inquired in another fake huff.

Before Athena could protest Abby hurriedly moved in closer, removed the useless bra, and resumed massaging her neck and shoulders, this time with a bit more pressure.

The cougar's eyes rolled back in her head, both from the taboo electrical charge she just experienced and also because of the return of those magic hands.

Abby worked the cervical area and shoulder blades, her thumbs spending some time firmly brushing upward. Then the flat of her hands drew circles all over her upper back. All the while Athena was verbally expelling "oh's," and "ah's" while breathing heavily.

"Feel good, mom?" she inquired again, this time to ensure that her mom was back under her seductive spell.

She looked over her folded shoulder with a "are-you-kidding?" look and a dreamy smile.

"Oh yeah!" Athena raspily answered.

Smiling, she turned around to apply more vanilla oil to her hands from the bottle on the nightstand.

Athena cast a sideways glance at her. Her female child had such a curvaceous profile, and looked so damn good in those denim cutoffs. She closed her eyes when she turned around, not wanting to be caught perving out her own daughter.

Unfortunately she didn't realize this had already had happened...and Abagail was perfectly fine with it. After all, she was perving out her own mom.

She tended to the middle of her back just like she had the upper portion: initial, firm massages and thumb upward brushes, then a repeat only with a softer touch. As she worked the thoracic muscles, she could hear Athena utter a lengthy, throaty riff of "Ohhhhh!"

The parent sank deeper into relaxation, and a tiny bit more into illicit excitement.

Abby's ego multiplied as her plan to seduce her mother was successfully thus far materializing. There were also seismic quakes in the youngster's arousal, especially when she looked at Athena's luscious derriere. The smooth, half-moon shaped mounds of flesh were on full display, a slightly wider thong-type strip "covering" the mouthwatering space between them.

The hands reached her lumbar region after more massage oil was applied. Then her waist was treated to the same appreciated technique of tough-then-tender touch.
Mother groaned her approval. Daughter smiled like the cat that just ate the canary.

Grudgingly Abby avoided her mother's plush bottom, only to work on Athena's supple thighs. Instead of applying a new coat of the vanilla-scented lubricant to her hands, Abby poured the liquid straight from the bottle onto the back of Athena's thighs...making sure some "unintentionally" dripped down in between her thighs and onto her panties.

Her head popped up.

"Abs!"

The youngster didn't miss a beat.

"Ohhh! I'm sorry, Mom!" she apologized profusely. "I got your panties wet."

It was both a double entendre, and a statement of fact.

"No worries," Abigail offered.

She moved like a cheetah, quickly placing the bottle on the table and then returning to the scene of the "accident." Abby hooked her fingers into the sides of Athena's underwear and quickly yanked them down, taking them off her feet.

She felt giddy as her mother's in-heat scent wafted through her nostrils. The creaking of the bed woke her from her momentary daze. She dropped the panties.

A now-completely naked parent was looking over her shoulder, looking pissed.

"Mom, I am so, so sorry. I took them off of you not to ruin them further. But don't worry so you don't feel embarrassed..."

Again her cat-like reflexes went into action. She advanced to the front of the bed, positioning herself in front of her mom.

Then she moved differently, slowly, seductively. Opening the snap on her Daisy Dukes, she pushed them down her curvy hips and long legs.

Abigail had on no panties.

She kicked aside the short shorts and moved closer to her mother.

Her pussy, adorned with a small patch of trimmed hair and slightly moist, was a few feet away from Athena's face.

"So you don't feel embarrassed," she repeated though her tone was much softer this time, "now we're both naked."

Once again Athena was made speechless by her child's provocative behavior. She was made even more impotent by the sight of her daughter's hot, tight body. And the faint scent of arousal.

Abby's loved seeing the way her mother scanned her delectable figure. Emboldened and with just a hint of a grin, she thrust out her chest at Athena. She then sauntered back to massaging her mom's lower body.

The daughter began working the left and nearest thigh first then the other. In both cases her hands worked the back portions for a bit, her touch slightly coarse. As her fingers moved inward her ministrations were softer, with a hint of teasing.

Athena's mind was embroiled in a firefight. On the one side was the remainder of her moral compass (which consisted of being faithful to her lover son) It was putting up a tenacious resistance to the debauched onslaught of taboo sensuality provided by her daughter.

On the other side was her bisexuality. She hadn't known another woman's touch or tongue until the last time she shared the late Marti's bed shortly after she shared her son's. It would be the last time for all-girl sex for the MILF. She was enjoying--now, once again, another woman's eroticism.

In the mental battle the illicit and carnal side gained a victory when Athena instinctively spread further open her legs. This part of her wanted Abby's fingers to go higher. Shit, she would even be happy with an "accidental" grazing of a fingertip against her moist, bloated labia. The forbidden desire frightened her, yet excited her—incredibly.

Meanwhile Abigail was going through her own cerebral conflict. She internally fought to maintain control as seducer. She hadn't expected her mother to acquiesce by spreading her luscious thighs and provide her with such an expensive view of her juicy muff. Abby, tilting her head, could see the sheen on the pussy lips, and savor the earthy pungency. It made her lightheaded, wanting to shove one hand down her own twat and finger herself as she rubbed her mom's sex, getting them both off in a blaze of incestuous glory.

She called upon all her inner strength and brought her hands away from the inviting flesh, wetness—and forbiddeness. She dragged her finger nails down the mature legs. Starting from under each buttock and stopping at the heel, her nails gently, seductively grazed the mature leg skin.

A half-giggle, half-moan escaped Athena as her sexy, sumptuous figure shuddered in tell-tale delight. She didn't care about how this looked or sounded. She cared even less as the first copious drop of her cuntal juices slipped out her pulsing cavity, and down onto the mattress while her throbbing, diamond-hard nipples were digging into the bed.

Meanwhile Abigail's own teats and pussy were reacting in similar fashion. The nipples were raised in almost a militaristic victory while the insides of Abs' thighs were getting greased with freshly released ambrosia. Despite feeling as if she had a bad case of vertigo's infamous dizziness, she commenced massaging her mom's left foot.

First she lifted the foot so that the back of Athena's heel was almost touching the back of her thigh. Then the flats of Abby's fingers tenderly rubbed the instep, the heel and arch, and finally the ball of the foot.

"Ugghhhh!" moaned the divorcee as waves of relaxing and erotic tingles surged throughout her.

Her mother's moan encouraged and excited Abby. She worked on the toes, starting with the big one. She rubbed the flat of each foot digit, gliding her fingers between each one. When she finished with the left side, Abagail brought forward the knee so it was no longer bent.

She then sauntered—slowly—to Athena's right side. When at the foot of the bed, Abs directed her sight between her mother's splayed thighs, to see the desired vagina.

It looked even wetter than before, pulsing with hot desire. The stain on the mattress sheet and its increased size verified this sexual assumption.

Abby licked her lips, reveling in the wooziness she felt.

She then simply repeated what she had previously done on the other side. She bent back Athena's knee so that her heels were just about on the back her thigh.

"Mom," she instructed with bated breath, "turn over."

Athena, already spiraling into a haze of illicit hedonism, complied. She turned over, revealing her stacked, curvaceous body to her daughter.

Abby, first, recognized again how much her mother looked like the Modern Family starlet. The rest of her visual scan was entirely decadent and forbidden.

She gazed at the traffic-stopping, large breasts. They were capped with diamond-hard teats. The delectable pair of mammary flesh rose and fell with each ragged breath. She briefly wondered if she had been breast-fed as she summarized her mother was just a tad bigger than her own tits.

The young tart briefly admired the relatively thin waist for a mother of two kids in her early 40s as she strolled to the foot of the bed. It was the treasure below, erotically on display between the spread legs, which caused Abby's eyes to be transfixed.

She looked at her mother's vagina, in lustful delight.

The entire vulva was sodden, along with the inner thighs. Except for the brown, manicured pubic carpet, the area was smooth. The mature inner lips protruded, swollen, and gleaming with nectar.

With a devious grin she quickly leaned forward to hook her arms under the slightly bent knees and pulled Athena toward her.

"Abigail! What are you—"

She couldn't complete the frantic question.

Abby dropped her head between Athena's thighs and covered her wet pussy with her eager mouth.

"Ohhhhhh!" swooned the parent.

Uncontrollably, shamelessly, the daughter ate out her mother. First she sucked into her mouth as much of the pubic mound as she could. Then for a brief time she frantically rolled the buttery inner labia in her between her mouth's lips. Then her tongue unleashed a savage barrage of licks to the entire vulva.

"Uggghhhh, Abby!"

Any type of resistance from Athena was completely decimated. She succumbed to the incestuous seductions and actions now from her daughter as she had done with her son.

The young lingua ran amok swabbing up and down, down and up, over the length of the frothy slit. Her throat muscles were also working nonstop, joyously intaking the forbidden juices which were teeming out. She teased the wrinkled surfaces of the frantic pink petals.

Athena rolled up her groin as she placed her hands atop her daughter's head.

"Oh, ugh, oh! Oh shit, Abs!" the divorcee moaned, "That feels so good! Stick your tongue in it! Stick your tongue in momma's cunt!"

Abby smiled, feeling selfish victory. She loved the feel of Athena's fingers running through her hair, while her face was shellacked in the first coat of maternal essence. Hearing her mother whorishly urge her on excited her, got her own juices flowing even more, and raised the heat within the young slit.

Wanting to continue the tantalizing just a little bit longer she moved her oral focus from Athena's sex to her inner thighs. She lapped at one sticky region of sensitive, upper leg flesh then the other.

"Ohhhh, baby! Please don't tease me anymore! Pllllleeeease!," she begged. "Stick your tongue in my pussy!"

The hottie acquiesced, returning to the luxurious muff. She rammed her spirited tongue into the broiling gash. Her fingers then spread apart the lips outward, enabling her tongue to delve as deep as possible into Athena's forbidden, wet, velvety world. In doing so her nose unintentionally pushed against her clitoris. As if touched by a cattle prod, Athena jumped and yelped.

"Ohhhh, fuck!"

She released another wave of pearly goodness onto her adoring child while humping her face.

Abigail's tongue initially was straightened as it fucked the taboo cunt, affording incredible pleasure with quick in and out motions. Then the motion became a corkscrew, spiraling at a leisurely pace into the torrid, receptive, horny channel.

Pulling away for needed air and to lick her own sticky lips, she breathlessly raved.

"Mom, your pussy is so sweet! I could eat it forever!"

Athena felt an illicit chill run down her spine at the bawdy critique. She flickered her eyes and smiled.

"I'm glad you like it, baby," she managed to croak.

Less than a minute later, the hot parent released another response.

"Ohhhhhh, shit!"

Her daughter's tongue was now flicking at her swollen, upright clitoris.

"Ugghhhh! Yeah. Oh yeah, Abby! Don't stop!" she moaned as her sexy body writhed under intense pleasure.

The flickering soon gave to very gentle nipping at with her teeth.

Athena felt like thunder bolts were shooting up from her groin to her brain.

Abby was joyously drenched in a glorious shower of cuntal juices accompanied by the thick scent of arousal.

She would occasionally stop the tongue lashing, in order to maximize anticipatory tension and to suck out as much of the free-flowing gravy as possible.

The MILF, when Abby started tongue fucking her, had had one hand on her scalp while the other was zealously rubbing over both excited, jiggling tits and hard nipples. Now that the focus was on her clit, Athena put that hand onto her Abby's head, both redirecting her attention back to the nub, pushing it down while raising up her crotch and deliriously hump her face.

The daughter was determined—she truly never felt so sexually determined—to give her mother a mind-blowing orgasm. She pushed back at the face-humping while her tongue continued to tantalize the carnal pearl.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly, her head tossing from side to side as she quickly deemed both of her children were equally adept and skilled at eating her pussy.

With her mouth nursing the precious nub, the Gen Z slid her middle finger into the trembling, drooling gash. Then the index finger joined it.

"Arrghhhhhhh!" the mom bellowed at the double insertion.

The digits, snug within the gooey, forbidden vaginal depths, intertwined. Then she revolved her wrists while see-sawing in and out, exponentially maximizing the pleasure all the while her tongue insanely swabbed her clit.

Athena's eyes flew open. She had never felt a technique like this, and its resulting, sweeping, deeply immense carnal joy. No one—former boyfriends, her ex-husband, Marti, or her son—had ever done this before. Panting as if out of oxygen and her body gyrations seismic, she thought she literally saw stars.

"Ohhhhhhh, Abigail! Ohhh! Ahhh! Ugh!"

Athena was now pulling on Abby's hair with both hands as she was being launched into a monumental, spine-tingling, toe-curling orgasm.

Abs now had the love nub between her attentive lips as her uncontrollable tongue licked it feverishly, at the same time increasing the wrist/finger action.

Athena's head jerked forward, staring down at her illicit lover.

"Ugh! Ughhhh! Ahhhh, Abby! You're making Momma cum! Oh yessss!"

Her convulsing figure bucked with so much force that it actually pushed Abby away. Taken back, she wanted to return feasting on the pink, mouth-watering snatch But she couldn't.

Athena began squirting.

"Uggghhhhhhh!" she grunted like a primate.

This had never happened to the amorous mom. Physically, it was an intense letting go—both figuratively and literally. She got this sultry, passionate feeling that caused her to arch her back and squeeze all her muscles. She also could sense a massive rush of endorphins.

"Ohhhhhh, Abs!"

The first arching stream of pearly goodness splashed onto Abby: the top of her head, the left side of her face and across her breasts.

"Eeeee!" she squealed, initially in surprise then in decadent glee.

A drop of the juice slithered down to the corner of her mouth. Her tongue instantly slid out and mopped it up, smiling.

The next illicit volley of nectar dotted the adjacent young thigh.

Abby lunged forward at the vaginal fountain. She positioned her mouth at the gushing crevice, overjoyed in swallowing most of the cream, with some splashing her shoulders and neck.

"Oh, Mom!" she lustfully yelled just before the next jet stream was released.

Athena was in a speechless, wanton euphoria.

After several more, less dramatic tosses of ivory sauce—all "inhaled" by the young minx, Athena's ultimate orgasm started to dissipate. As Abby climbed further up her, she closed her shaking legs though her lover straddled one between her own young thighs.

Mother and daughter kissed, swapping the mature juices and sharing new-found illicit sapphic emotions. It seemed to go and on. Their tongues rolled out, and along each other, saliva now being part of the taboo elixir. Athena sucked on Ab's tongue. Then it was vice versa, eventually the two pairs of lips sliding unhurriedly over each other.

Athena took her face in her hands.

"Abby, that was wonderful!"

The child giggled with joy, as if bringing home an A+ on a homework assignment.

"I'm glad you liked it. I've never done caused a girl to squirt."

Athena raised her eyebrows and grinned.

Abby's eyes flickered in emotional, sexual bonding. She leaned in to kiss her again.

The smooch was slow, sensual. The tongues tickled each other, then the lips returned to mating.

Abby glared at Athena with newborn lust.

"Would you like to taste your daughter now?" she questioned in husky, sexy voice.

The reply was faster than the inquirer could blink.

"Oh yes!"

Abigail reclined back on the bed, posing like a centerfold. Her hair was splayed out, steamy eyes, one hand caressing a big tit and nipple. The other was between her long, open legs, rubbing and separating her very wet, distended pussy lips

A heavy bouquet of the young cuntal perfume wafted into Athena's nose. This along with the site of the sexy, masturbating girl before her made her lunge forward to the beckoning vagina. Abby quickly removed her hand from her sex just before her mother's face—more specifically her open mouth—made contact with her pubic mound. She put the coated digits into her own mouth, lusciously savoring her own tangy juices.

The mother was audacious and bestial. She attacked her daughter's sweet, juicy cunt like a starving street cat and a fresh bowl of milk. Her mouth smothered and roamed all over the pubic region, without direction, laying down saliva and sucking in Abby's honey.

Her tongue next glided over both the inner and outer labia, gently pulling on the blooming inner ones. She took these precious, wrinkled petals into her mouth and shook her head, heightening her daughter's desire. Then the lingua sliced through the pair. The labia minora jiggled as they were lapped at, and parted for the tongue like a conquering hero as it swirled into the buttery crevice.

"Ugghhhhh!" the young Dante babe grunted.

Then she moaned. "Ohhhhh, Mom! Ah, mommy! You lick my pussy soooo fucking good!"

Abigail was thoroughly enjoying the explosion that was erupting throughout her writhing form. It was overwhelming, yet monumentally incredible.


"Ohhh, Mom! Don't stop! Plllleeeease don't stop!"

Athena's nipples got even harder, aching. Her drooling cunt also ached, pulsating and encouraged by the incestuous raves. After a few more minutes of coiling her lingua further into the scorching, buttery hole and retrieving the culminating ambrosia, the excited goddess moved her tongue out of the hole and upward to the young clitoris. The frenzied nub was standing out of its fleshy sheath. The tip of her tongue flicked over its top.

The millennial yelped, her nubile body raising up in response to the touch.

The MILF began tongue-tickling the clit.

Abby thrashed wildly on the bed, often bouncing against the flutter lingua.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she moaned. "Oh that's it!"

Athena smiled to herself, her face shellacked in young, sticky essence. Almost two minutes later she lifted up her head and steamily glared at her. Seeing her beautiful daughter in the throes of unbridled, raw passion thanks to her own action, gratified Athena.

Her tongue jettisoned back out to resume titillating the abandoned clit.

Athena slipped her index and middle fingers into the swampy gash. Her daughter was so drenched she had no difficulty plunging deep inside the broiling, gooey depths. She furiously jabbed the digits in and out of the young pussy, forbidden wet sounds bouncing off the room's walls.

She then nipped at the buzzing pearl, gently, with her teeth.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck! Mom!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

The nipping continued for a few more seconds. Then it stopped.

She no longer felt the gratifying sensation of tooth enamel softly grazing her sensitive bulb of nerves. Even the simultaneous finger-fucking halted.

What the fuck?! screamed her carnally-deprived mind.

Abby's head jerked up and forward. She was breathing heavily, her wide-open eyes flaring down at her vagina

Athena's face was just over her pubic bone. The parent flashed her a devilish eye-wink.

"I couldn't resist a tease," she admitted.

She quickly returned to work. Her tongue swabbed the top of the enflamed nub just before the same cream-coated fingers slipped back into the aroused opening to restart their in and out, lightning-fast thrusting.

Abby's head fell back, eyes closed, as her hips raised up and she thrusted her aroused, spasming, teeming pussy into her mother's kisser.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, mom!" she decadently moaned. "Ugh, oh!"

She realized her mom was bringing her to the edge of an epic orgasm, and was ready to deliver her that decadently illicit pleasure.

There was a deep sense of perverse joy for Abby. She had just successfully seduced and bedded her stacked, gorgeous mother, just as she had with her handsome, ex-stripper, brother the previous weekend.

Athena retook the young, swollen core between her lips, quickly regaining the excited pearl so that her tongue could paint gratifying strokes over it. Her index and pointed fingers jabbed into the convulsing, buttery gap and resumed their fast, in and out motions. She loved how the taboo vaginal walls contracted around her digits.
Abigail thought her heart was going to beat out of chest. As her head tossed from side to side, her hair flaying about, she felt a joyous incoherence. The immense pleasure building within her loins was ready to explode, to emanate throughout her convulsing body.

The explosion went off when Athena blew air onto the buzzing, wet clit.

"Ahhhhh, mom! FUCK! I'm cumming!"

The young fingers, which had been feverishly running through the maternal locks, quickly formed a palm and pressed Athena's face—fast and hard—into the climaxing snatch.

"Oh, mommy! Oh, mommy, you're making me cum! Arrghh!"

Athena felt as if she herself was orgasming again. She felt immediate carnal glee as her daughter writhed all over her face, basting it in a tsunami of pussy sauce. She relished in the pure debauchery of what was happening, in Abby's words and actions, and in swallowing as much of the outpouring nectar as possible.

When Abby's thunderous crescendo finally ended, the spent hottie was scooped up in her mother's arms. With dreamy eyes, she looked up at Athena, who reciprocated with her own misty gaze.

"Mom, that was absolutely incredible!" she softly raved. "I love you."

Athena felt a tear welling up in her eye.

"Just returning the favor and pleasure you gave me," she whispered.

Mother and daughter leaned in simultaneously, their lips meeting. The kiss was slow at first, sensual, lips summersaulting over lips. Then the tongues joined in, the young one first as it enticed its partner to play. As they zealously shared the young sap, a tight hug ensued between the two sexpots. Two pairs of big tits and hard nipples were meshed together, stroked against each other, in an embrace that was heating up.

"Mmmm!"

"You taste so delicious," Athena hummed softly.

Abby wrapped her leg around her thigh and humped it, spreading the still-fresh oils over the maternal skin.

The embrace got tighter. Their tongue and mouth actions were intensifying. Their mutual breathing was labored. Passionate whimpers were exchanged. Their sapphic, forbidden heat was being rekindled.

It all was abruptly halted by an unexpected verbal ovation.

"Fffffuck! That is SMOKING hot!"

The heads of both ladies snapped forward.

Robert, buck naked, stood in the bedroom doorway fisting his meaty prick. The two pairs of eyes went from his handsome face to his wrist action. They gazed upon the tightened palm, slowly, gliding up and down the lengthy manhood. The penis was already getting firm thanks to the mother-daughter session. After intentionally announcing his presence, the lad was adding his growing stature through seductive masturbation.

The two pairs of eyes went from his handsome face to the manual action. Their shock and embarrassment were abated as they watched him stroke his cock, as his grip had to widened for the increased growth of length and girth. It was a cock each had sampled joyously more than once.

For a few milliseconds the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of all three family members. The parent broke the quiet.

"Robert! What are you doing home? Aren't you supposed to be Darien?!"

A conceited smirk appeared on his face. He released his dick and sauntered toward the bed. The women watched as the phallus, completely hard, bounced around like a punch-me-clown.

"I was sent home because of the coronavirus. Seeing how busy you two ladies have been, you may have not heard about the pandemic."

Athena's head turned to Abby. Their eyes rolled, then looked back at Rob. Their facial expressions were a "Duh! Really?" appearance.

"My boss knows someone in Albany. He got a call. The governor is going to issue a shelter-in-place order tomorrow for all non-essential workers. It's basically a quarantine. So they let us go home. I didn't want Mom to be alone during this time," he continued, "so I came straight here."

The smile got wider, toothier.

"And look what I find," he concluded his review, dripping with sarcasm, and his arms now outstretched before him in 10:00 and 2:00 positions.

The two looked at him, feeling shame and "busted."

"Ohhh, don't worry," he said waving his hand in mock absolution and continued his strut to the pair.

"I fucked you both at The Ladies Room, not realizing we were related.

The two glared at each other, a mix of shock and female jealousy.

"Mom, I fucked Abs about a year before our session."

Rob's sister cast a childish triumphant glare at Athena.

"But sis, Mom and I have been living as a faithful couple..."

Athena stuck her tongue out at her daughter and flashed a more victorious look at her.

"...that is until you slipped Ambien in Mom's water last weekend so you could fuck me during the night uninterrupted."

One pair of female eyebrows raised in being ratted out, while the other was raised in surprised anger.

Rob found it amusing and endearing.

"Now, now, ladies," he began sounding like a negotiator, "I am willing to be equally shared by both of you for your individual and collective sexual gratification...just to keep peace between you two."

Athena and Abby both chuckled at the offered peace settlement. Their eyes went from glaring at each other to looking up at him, but not before they glanced at his penis. The erection was less than a foot away from them, pointed at them like a Sidewinder missile.

"My son, the diplomat," she snorted.

The youngest child, grinning, simply shook her head.

Maintaining his mock tactful tone he continued.

"Mom, sis, why don't you two kiss and make up."

Both chortled then looked at each other, endearingly. They leaned into each other, their mouths pressed against one another.

"Hmmmm!" was the shared chorus.

Athena's tongue slithered into Abby's, searching for its partner. The two women basically resumed the kiss from just a few moments ago.

Seeing his mother and sister make out again got Rob's own motor running. His eyes widened and his cock bounced. The vein running along the firm shaft, already bloated, seemed to get larger.

He just stood there, voyeuristically gawking and getting turned on. Then an idea hit him.

"To fully complete this brokered peace pact," he pronounced in his State Department tone, "you both should enjoy a piece of this peace-pipe."

Robert stepped forward and, grabbing the base of his erection, directed in between the women's locked mouths. The intruding member broke the kiss and resulted with Athena's lips dragging over its right side and Ab's on the left.

At first their pupils dilated when the erection slid between them. As more of the incoming man-flesh glided over their greedy lips, the pupils lowered and they began to enjoy their respective pieces of the peace-pipe.

Athena was the initial aggressor. Her lips were ravenous, nuzzling and suckling from bottom to top and back. Abigail quickly caught up. Her tongue glided along her side and underside of the stiffness, frequently coming in contact with Athena's mouth. The illicit touches excited all of them.

Rob was experiencing, enjoying, monumental gratification. Deeply pleasurable feelings were emanating, wave after wave, from his groin and spreading throughout his body. He shook with arousal, and softly caressed the back of the women's heads, occasionally running his fingers through their hair.

"Ohhhhhh, Mom, sis! Soooo good!"

Hearing them murmur, moan, and hmmmm made Rob's big, exhilarated cock throb even more. He tossed his head back then cast his eyes down at his kneeling naked, sexy mother and sister. Both of their tongues were sliding up and down his member like it was a popsicle in summertime Phoenix.

"Aahhhh, fuck, Mom!" the Olympian groaned. "Abs! Abs! Abs!"

The tag-team would switch gears and tend to the nutsack. Abby was first to curl her tongue against the closest testicle and swab it. Her partner opened her mouth and began to suckle the other ball.

He was beside himself.

Athena, burning with insatiable lust for her son, her man, adjusted her focus to the spongy, plum-like cockhead. Rapidly she flickered her tongue against her side of the bulbous cap. The sleek shaft jumped. Abigail's tongue was now fast fluttering opposite of Athena's, providing the sensitive dome with the utmost titillation.

With the dual-action licking and teasing—especially at the very tip—Rob's stimulation was increased exponentially. He briefly thought he was going to pass.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ugghh! Ohhhhh FUCK!"

The female duo, lost in their own building arousals, submitted to their carnal instincts. Remarkably they were in wicked concurrency. MILF and vixen took turns fisting the hyperactive pole; one sucked the top while the other manually stroked the length. Then they trade places and activities.

Next mother and daughter allowed the other a few scintillating seconds of exclusive oral time with the lengthy phallus. Athena would manually direct the cock to her daughter's mouth so Abs could suck and lick the shaft's upper half. The cougar salaciously looked upward at Rob. Her nipples tingled and her moist pussy got wetter when she saw him with his head back, stuttering nonsensically.

Her reverie was interrupted by her daughter who was tapping her jaw with the fat, saliva-coated dick, graciously affording the parent her turn with the rod. She smiled at her graciously and was quick to orally inhale her son's cock.

As much as blowing his load into the ladies' eager mouths was a seductive prospect, Rob wanted this family threesome to culminate in a different way. He stepped back, regretfully withdrawing his dick from the wet, adoring lips, and lay on the carpet on his back.

Athena and Abby, looking at him, were both a hybrid of surprise and disappointment.

"Mom, if you would," he offered with a sway of his hand in the direction of his crotch.

She flashed a smile and motioned toward her destination. The fat, horny, titanium-solid penis stood up like a tree stump in the ground.

"Sis, please permit me the honor of eating your delectable pussy."

He wiggled his tongue like Kiss' Gene Simmons to underscore the request.

She chuckled at his pseudo gallantry and got into position, standing with his head between her feet.

Athena was squatting over the throbbing cock. Rob, sensing Abby's primal heat and smelling her sex perfume descending upon his face, watched as his mother manually directed him into her. The bloated cap split apart her engorged, syrupy cunt lips and slid upward, leading the penetrating charge. It disappeared within her forbidden vaginal depths. Next was the shaft's upper portion, the expansive vein appearing to snake up the same path. The lower half was also beamed up into the eager channel.

"Ughhhh!" she grunted in hedonistic delight as Rob was now buried to the hilt within her sex.

The last thing Michelangelo' David saw before his hot little sister covered his face with her sweet, sopping pussy was Athena raising herself up so that only the upper part of his erection was still within her gash. He saw the bottom portion gleamed with a shiny coat of her oils.

She slammed herself down on his dick just before Ab's muff was pressed against his face.

"Ohhhh!" Athena wailed as she threw her head back in primal ecstasy.

Abigail shot a glance at her mother and grinned. She knew—and loved—the unlawful, lewd yet massive gratification she was enjoying while being impaled on Robert's hardness. Wantonly, she scoured her broiling cunt all over him, varnishing all of his face with her flowing sauce. Soon he grabbed her hips, moved his fingers inward to her mound, parted the gooey petals, and thrusted his tongue into her pinkness.

The whole thing caught her by surprise.

"Ahhhhh!" she sighed, blinking wildly.

While Athena started moving her hips slowly at first, up and down on the prick, she viewed through steamy eyes her daughter sitting on Robert's face. It excited her to see her children like this. Her hips moved side-to-side to allow the entombed cock to stroke everywhere possible within her yearning, sultry hole.

"Fuck your momma! Fuck your momma, Rob!"

After her raunchy cheer, Athena saw Abby's young, full breasts jiggling in front of her. She sprang forward and wrapped her mouth around the right, turgid nipple, zealously sucking on the pebble while her hand cupped the other breast and caressed it.

"Ugh, ohhh!" the daughter yelped throatily.

The vixen was now being teased and pleased simultaneously. Her frazzled mind did its best to wrap itself around the situation. The blood was pounding in her head. There was nothing available to make any sense of it. It was profound, gluttonous, taboo sex—and simply needed to be enjoyed.

When Athena released the teat yet still cupping the other tit, they stared at each other, intently, lustfully. Their chests heaved with labored breathing. As one was licked and the other boned, mother and daughter unleashed their intensifying arousals upon one another.

The pair of mouths crashed against one another in a heated kiss that morphed into wild Frenching. Heads swayed, tongues rolled, and pawing hands went to all four breasts. The mammaries were heavily squeezed and caressed, nipples were pinched and pulled, necks were kissed and licked, and muffled sighs punctuated the room.

Meanwhile, Rob was happier than a pig in shit. He was eating out his hard-bodied sister, quickly swallowing the downpour of her pearly juices while his virile prick was getting viciously fucked by his sexy mother's velvety cunt.

Sweat was on all three bodies as they writhed, pleased and teased each other in ménage a trois which was infinitely sinful, passionate, and hot as hell.

There was an electrical charge running within the group, starting at their joined parts and thundering up their bodies. Each family member shivered as they felt the beginnings of their individual orgasms. The feelings grew stronger—quickly, heightening their body movements and groans.

Abby was the first to cum, and she heralded it boisterously.

"Cumming! Oh, Mom! Big, oh, ah, big bro's making me cum!"

Athena's eyes lit up and widened, thrilled in the sight before her. This libertine sentimentality was disrupted when she felt Robert's hands tightly latch onto her voluptuous ass cheeks. For nearly all of the while, she was in control of the mating. He more or less just let her bounce up and down on his gratifying shaft. Now the synergy shifted to him. The stallion was now directing the intercourse, ramming her pussy down on his erection and throttling upward into her.

She knew her son was on the verge of climaxing.

Less than a minute later the first volley of thick, warm spunk roared out of the piss hole and into her very receptive channel.

Rob turned his head from Abby's smothering muff to verbally exclaim.

"Aaarrrrggggghhhhhhh!"

She was at the tail-end of her crescendo when she glanced at her mother. Athena mouthed to her "Your brother is cumming inside of me!" and flashed a wicked grin. Abigail winked and blew her a kiss.

The mature goddess couldn't contain her intense, provocative desire.

"That's it, baby! Give it all to mommy! Give me all your spunk! Oh yes, Rob!"

His fingers tightened on her butt flesh as his upward penile thrusts enabled more shots of liquid love deep into her womanhood. Her vaginal muscles made it a win-win scenario, massaging his flesh and wringing out every drop of precious seed.

Athena felt her own climax on the horizon. She rode the exploding member for all its lusciously forbidden worth. She positioned herself so she could grind her desperate, inflated clit against his pelvic bone. Her outpouring juices greased the entire length of the charging, pleasing prick.

"Almost, almost there!" she huffed and puffed, sounding very strained and desperate.

A few seconds later the orgasm damn broke for Athena. Her hot, gyrating body shuddered as a mighty climax tore through her.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Cum, cum, cummming!"

When mother, son and daughter finished their climaxes, they rested on the soft carpet. He was the first to get up, escorting Athena and Abby to the bed. It was a bit of a tight squeeze as the bed didn't fit three comfortably. But Rob, sandwiched between the two beautiful ladies, hugged them tightly as they cooed and cuddled.

They were going to enjoy being quarantined together.

