A Perfect Plan - Incest/Taboo - Literotica.com
A strange event leads to incest. mother/son.
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"So you'll come?" My mother asked again.

I pulled into my underground parking garage and turned off the car. "Yes," I replied, "I'll drop in after work tomorrow."

"Splendid, I'll prepare us a meal," she began. "Do you still like Beef Wellington? It was always your father's favourite."

"No Mom, after dinner," I explained. "I'll be working late. You have dinner without me, I'll be eating at the office." Although over the phone, I could see the disappointment in her face. I'd not been around as much of late. The firm keeping me occupied and my new love interest Teagan, taking up any spare time. Mom had countless times suggested I introduce her but to be honest I didn't see it going far and her meeting the parent wasn't something I felt needed doing.

Mom had been on my back about something to do with Father's affairs for some weeks now and I'd neglected focussing on it to my shame. Now that I thought of it, it wouldn't have killed me to have dinner with her on more occasions and I felt the pangs of 'bad son' coming on. Nevertheless I had promised to see her the following night and that I was determined to do.

* * * * *

I was later than I'd told her I'd be and to this she seemed overly perturbed when I arrived. After pleasantries at her front door however, she calmed herself and I followed her into the apartment. She wore heels, which although not uncommon seemed out of place for a weekday evening at home. I also noticed her stockings as she walked ahead of me. A seam running perfectly straight up the back of her shapely calves, meeting her knee length pencil skirt. In fact her overall appearance led me to think she'd been out or was planning on heading out.

When we reached the living room she made to prepare the brandy she'd promised at the door and I challenged her. "You look nice Mom," I complimented her. "What's the occasion?"

She smiled as she returned with the snifter. "No occasion. Did you think I'd just let myself go after your father's passing? Become one of those cat ladies?" She handed me the glass and touched the front of my own shirt, having left my jacket in the car. "You're not too bad yourself Darling. What is that, Ralph Lauren?"

"Jeez! You're good," I marvelled at her knowledge of clothing. Forty years in the fashion industry, it was no wonder she could pick a designer by look and feel.

She again smiled and took up a seat opposite me on the lounge, her legs crossed.

"So what is it you need me to do?" I asked before breathing in the brandy and taking a sip.

"Oh," she sighed. "It's your father's firm. They want any documents Dennis had stored here."

"But he was retired!"

"He was still working on cases occasionally, part time."

"Okay, so what's the problem?" I asked. "Why don't you just give it to them?"

"Well here's where we run into a problem." She paused as she took a sip from her own sherry. "They're on the computer!"

"Ahh," I laughed, the problem immediately becoming clearer to me. My mother hated modern technology. 'Those infernal machines,' was her name for computers whom held a special hatred in her eye. It was no wonder she hadn't sought the documents out. "So why didn't you just hand over the computer or have one of the partners drop by and find them?"

She again paused before answering and this time it was far more reflective.

"Well there's the other issue Nelson. A sensitive one."

"Oh?" I leaned in, curious as to where she was going.

"This is obviously difficult for me to say but your father enjoyed certain, what are they called? Adult based pages on the computer," she blushed around the collar as she said it. "I walked in on him many times, saw them with my own eyes. Now I'm aware this is normal behaviour but I'm also aware those infernal machines can hold onto the images somehow. I wouldn't want anyone at his law firm discovering something objectionable and rumours spreading, do you understand?"

I did understand. I felt for her, the poor thing. It must have taken courage for her to raise the whole issue with me, the uncomfortable nature of the business. It didn't diminish the comical essence of the whole enterprise however and I couldn't help laughing as I responded. "Okay, so you just need me to find any files relating to Dad's work and save them on a hard drive?" I stated. "Don't worry Mom, I can do that."

"Oh goodness what a relief. You know there's no way I could get my head around the thing. I haven't even attempted to turn it on." She explained, noticeably calmer.

"It's fine," I stated, rising from my seat. "I'll get to it right away."

"Thank you Darling," she said, standing with me and taking my glass. "Another brandy?"

I sat back in my father's leather office chair and switched on the pc. Before it had warmed up, Mom brought in another brandy and touched my hand gently before promptly leaving. I opened the desk drawer in search of a USB and found a couple handy, sealed and still in the packet; cutting it open with a letter opener before the ageing computer had even hit the opening screen.

Dad's desktop was as ordered as his life. The few icons on the home screen gave me little need to go searching as he'd labeled them according. Budget; Work; Personal; Photos and one other. Opening the Work folder I made sure it was relevant and dragged the entire contents onto the USB icon. The last icon on the desktop held the most immediate interest to me. Titled Nelson, my own name, I assumed it to be photos and I clicked on it while I waited for the Work files to copy across.

The folder opened a Word document and I felt my heart beat quicker as my father spoke to me from beyond the grave.

"My dear son. As you know my health is ailing. Due mostly in part to my own proclivities, namely my devout worship of all that is Bacchanalian and let us not forget, fine cubans. These words that follow are not those a father would ever wish to deliver to his son, equally as hard to write but I feel I must divulge information I feel pertinent to your continued happiness within our family unit. That you are reading this surely confirms my departure from, shall we say 'this mortal coil' and I pray is coming to you in the most timely of fashions, i.e. before it's too late!

As you know full well, the love of my life and I expect a great deal of yours, your mother, lives on and with her spritely disposition will live on for a great deal years to come. God bless her. She is a wonderful being whom we are both so fortunate to have met in our journey. Yet it is of her I write. Forgive me my boy but from hereon I will be less obscure in my dissertation. To be frank with you, your mother exists entirely for fornication! From the earliest age we met our love life was as grand as any man could wish for. Through our days we were as libertine as any and met each others desires with aplomb. Of course for any man, time is a poor bedfellow and my capability to keep pace with her voracious libido has reached its zenith. I tell you she is primal. She lives only for sex. Her lusts have grown from the perverse to the sadistic; from the masochistic to border on the scatological. She cannot be sated. All this I would not dare elucidate to you had it not been for her latest confession.

She has expressed her profoundest desire to include..."

There was a loud crash from the adjoining room followed by raised voices. A man's, followed closely by my mother's scream. I leapt from the desk and ran to the door, opening it to a scene of despair.

My mother stood facing me, her eyes wide with horror but it was the man behind her where I focussed my attention. Dressed entirely in black, his head covered with a balaclava, sunglasses over his eyes, he aimed a pistol directly at my mothers back, before moving it slowly onto me.

"What is this?" I attempted to ascertain the situation and my mother shook her head slightly.

"This is a bunch of nothing if you all be good," the man more than calmly answered. "I'll be out of your hair soon as I get word. Till then we all just gonna get along, okay?"

I couldn't place his accent. New York mixed with shades of 'gangsta.' If anything I would have said he was putting it on. "Look dude, we don't wan't any trouble. We have a little money here. I'm sure if you let my mother go, you and I can head down to an atm. I'm wealthy. I can withdraw whatever you need."

"Man I'm not here for your money!" He replied.

"Then what are you here fo...?" I tried to ask before he interrupted me.

"Your mother!?" He repeated my words. "This here fine looking woman is your mother? Shit I thought she was your lady."

Although I couldn't see his eyes, that he was looking at my mother allowed me to scope the room and a potential weapon. A sturdy vase caught my eye as holding promise and I endeavoured to make for it first opportunity I had.

"Turn back around there Momma," he ordered.

Mom's eyes were locked on mine and I nodded for her to follow the man's directions for the time being. "Shit your titties is as fine as your ass!" The man proclaimed.

Hearing him talk of her in that way disgusted me but I tried to remain calm for both of our sakes.

"Don't you even think about it man," I stated, trying to get his attention back onto me.

"Hey buddy," he shouted, raising the gun at my head causing me to wince. "You ain't the one giving orders here. But if it calms your mind," he continued, his own voice lowering. "I ain't no rapist."

The words, though coming from an unknown assailant holding a gun were of some comfort and he lowered the aim to my general chest area. "Now you, Momma. You gonna get that drawcord on the blinds there and bring it back."

Mom looked at the thin rope hanging alongside the velvet drapes and back at the man. "How will I get it down?" She asked.

"Oh you look like a smart woman," he said. "I think you can figure something out."

Mom looked to the empty dining table and the set of drawers behind. "There are knives in the cabinet."

"See, you a bright light ain't ya?"

I kept my eyes on him as she walked around the table as so it seemed did he to me. "You know whatever you're thinking of doing Jack. Don't!" He calmly stated. "As I said, you all be good, I'll be out of here no trouble."

"Then go. Why are you here? We don't know you, we can't describe you to the police. Go now and this will all be forgotten about," I ventured.

"Nah, man I can't leave yet. Not till I get word. I'll just lay low right here for a bit. I'm a man of my word, no one gets hurt if you just play nice."

Mom had returned from cutting a length of the draw string and holding it and the knife she stood between the two of us.

"If you don't mind," the man said, leaning into my mother. "I'll just take that knife from you. Don't want you getting any ideas."

He walked across to the dining table, the gun still aimed on me and pulled a chair to the middle of the room. "Okay Jack, you come and take a seat here."

I did as he suggested watching him back away out of lunging distance as I did so.

"My name's not Jack," I stated. "I'm Nelson Fortesque. You can look me up. We have money. As I said, take me downstairs I can still help you out of this."

Without answering my proposal he directed my mother to tie my hands to the chair. "Do it tight Momma. I'll check it!"

I placed my hands down the legs of the chair and Mom knelt down beside me as she secured each hand, annoyingly tighter than I expected. I could see her hands were shaking but she was handling it better than I'd ever expected her to. Not that I could ever have expected this. She stood back up to receive further orders from our captive and now I was incapacitated I was fearful of what he had in mind.

"Okay Momma that was good," the man praised her, visibly relaxing now he'd taken one of us out of the game. "Now as I said. Until I get the word I'm just gonna kick back here and we can all play happy families."

I struggled to find anything that could identify the man. Black jeans, boots. A black nondescript jacket, pulled down over the leather gloves he wore. Not even a hair protruded from the balaclava to give me a clue. Of average build, I felt I could have overpowered him given the opportunity, now completely taken from me.

He walked to the door of the dining room and opened it onto the hallway. I could see the damaged lock on the front door, explaining the crash I'd heard.

"There anyone else here Momma?" He asked as he looked down the hallway.

"Her name's Lily you fuck," I ejaculated, possibly unwisely. "Show her some respect."

He approached with speed and pressed the gun to my forehead, my mother screaming. "I'll show you a fucking bullet if you don't be good," he yelled before again calming himself. "Now as I said. No one needs to get hurt here."

Mom was standing alongside me and placed an arm around my chest looking up at the man. "Please. We'll do whatever you say. Just don't hurt him. I beg you."

He turned his attention from me to her and Mom's plea seemed to do the trick, the man backing away. I watched him walk to the table and bring back another chair, placing it against the wall across the room and sitting down.

"Look Buddy," I began. "My car keys are in the study right there. My wallet also, you can..."

"Your mother," he cut me off. "Oh I'm sorry, Lily."

Mom remained beside me, loathe it seemed to remove her hand from my body.

"You're a very attractive woman Lily," I could see his face turn to look again at me. "I bet all your friends at school said you had the hottest Mom. Am I right?"

He was right, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction or enter into this conversation. "Don't you touch her. I swear I'll fucking kill you!"

He carried on ignoring my threat. "Man, tits like hers! If I was you I'd have never stopped breast feeding if you know what I'm saying."

Mom had both hands on my shoulders from behind and I felt her grip a little tighter, almost massaging my trapezius at his words.

He crossed his legs and seemed to relax and the gun for the first time wasn't aimed in our direction.

"You ever see her naked Jack?" He asked. "You ever catch a glimpse of your mother in the shower or something?"

"My name's Nelson. And no!" I answered.

"I bet you wanted to though huh?" He stated. "Yeah can't blame ya. She's damn fine; for an older woman of course."

He tilted his head to look up at my mother again. "And what about you Momma, oh sorry, Lily? You ever leave your panties lying around for your boy to find? Huh?" He asked. "Ever part those long legs a little more than necessary, give him a little peek?"

I didn't know if he expected her to answer but I looked up at her. "Mom. Don't listen to him. We don't have to answer his questions." I looked at the man. "What are you fourteen? Cut this shit out."

In response he aimed the gun squarely at my chest and my mother let out another shriek.

"Don't!" She cried and leaned down to hug me. Her hair smelled like cherries and I caught the scent of her cologne. Chanel of course.

"Ah I'm thinking I've maybe hit a nerve here," the man interjected. "Is that it Lily? You like your boy looking up your skirt?"

Mom didn't answer though changed her position to squat down beside me, an arm across my lap. It was a protective gesture I was sure but it was strange to have her elbow pressed directly on my groin. I hated myself for even thinking it in the current situation, sure she had no idea of what she did.

"What do you really want from us?" Mom calmly asked. "You said you don't want money, the car. You've told us you don't want to hurt us. Why are you here?"

"Maybe I just want to see how a real happy family looks. Yeah. Maybe that's it," he stated.

"So what do you want us to do?" Mom asked, I thought engaging too much with him.

"Mom," I whispered. "Don't."

But she went on. "How can we get you out of here sooner?"

The man re-crossed his legs, sitting back in the chair further. "Hmm, let me see. How about you show us your titties!"

"Fuck you," I challenged, struggling in the chair. Mom's elbow ground down into my cock and but for the circumstance it might almost have felt intentional.

The subtle movement of the gun in our direction caused me to settle and Mom rose from beside me. She turned to face me and placed a hand on my cheek.

"Mom, don't," I told her but her hand left my face to head to her blouse.

I looked directly at the man, Mom in my peripheral vision as she began to unbutton her white satin shirt. She took it off and dropped it on the floor at her feet before turning in the direction of the man.

"There," she stated. "Are you satisfied?"

The man placed the gun in his lap and clapped his hands together. "Very nice Momma. But I think it's your boy you want to impress." He twirled a finger in a motion for her to turn around and face me.

I looked into Mom's eyes expecting tears but was amazed how stoic she remained. Though not directly looking, I could see the pink of her nipples through the basically sheer material of her white bra.

Our captor approached my mother from behind and stood beside her. A full head taller he looked bigger now I was so close. I noticed he no longer held his gun, having summed up my mother was seemingly no threat. "What do you think Jack?" He asked me. "Do you like your Momma's titties?"

I didn't justify it with a response which was probably a mistake.

"Oh Lily, looks like you ain't showing enough for your boy to make a decision," he remarked. "Here let me help you." Mom jumped a little when his gloved hands touched her body but allowed him to, one by one lift each of her breasts from the bra. He performed the task almost dispassionately even, I would say, without interest before again backing away.

"There now Nelson," he said, I noticed using my real name for the first time. "What do you think of your mother's tits now?"

I wasn't looking at them, keeping my eyes firmly fixed on my mother's. I could see however her nipples were hard.

"I can't hear you," he called from the chair behind her.

Mom nodded down to me and whispered. "Just say something Darling."

"They're beautiful," I in turn whispered.

"Say again?"

"They're beautiful," I spoke up. "My mother's breasts are beautiful. There is that what you wanted?"

"Hey I just want you all to be truthful. Just to play happy families," he added.

Mom turned to look in his direction and with her eyes off me I admit I did look at her breasts, her nipples I was right, standing to attention in the warm room. Nerves from the situation, I assumed.

"So what now?" My mother asked as if seeking further instruction. I could understand her wanting the man gone, any way necessary but I didn't see the need to hasten his demands.

"Hey Nelson," the man looked around my mother at me from his chair. "What color panties you think your mother's wearing?"

I could see where this was heading and it didn't look good. "Don't man. We don't have to do this."

Again he ignored me. "I'm thinking black, what do you say?"

I looked up at Mom who was watching me. She seemed to be waiting for me to answer, almost willing me to respond.

I shook my head. "I don't know, white?"

Mom looked at the man and he nodded as if giving her permission to reveal. To my surprise Mom leaned down and began lifting her skirt.

The grey pencil skirt was tight around her hips and ass and she had to twist to effectively pull it up her legs. Unlike the bra, this time I watched. Her tan stockings ended high on her thighs, held up by similarly colored suspenders. A small patch of bare skin before the sheer white material of her underwear came into view. She pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist leaving her panties fully exposed. Turned sideways to us both I couldn't see her vagina or ass crack although the see-through material would do nothing to hide them if she turned. That she wore her panties over her suspender belt didn't immediately come to mind.

 

"Oh shit, you were right!" The man commended me. "I guess you know your mother better than me I suppose."

I had my eyes on my mother's panties and I felt her gaze turn to me before her body followed, allowing me to see her from the front. My suspicions proved correct as I looked upon a small tuft of dark pubic hair visible at her crotch. The sight, although expected took me by surprise. A held breath escaping my lungs.

"Jesus you have a great ass Lily," the man remarked from behind.

A part of my psyche was thinking the same thing about her pussy before my rational brain reminded me she was my mother.

I heard the man again approach. "Dude," he stated. "You gotta see your mom's ass!"

As if prompted by his words my mother turned to point her bottom in my direction. Without the gaze of the two, I allowed myself to stare directly into my mother's panty clad ass. No more than two feet from me I admired the straight seam of her nylon stockings from her heels to her bare thighs and then the strap of her suspenders to slide beneath her panties. And that ass. Whoever this man was, he was right. For a woman of her years her bottom was as pert as a twenty year olds, the crack dark between her plump cheeks.

"Pull them panties down Momma," he goaded. "Show your boy that fine ass."

Almost without pause, my mother followed his direction. Her hands reaching behind to take hold of her panties and drop them below her ass cheeks. He hadn't said remove them but my mother allowed her panties to fall down her legs and hit the floor where she stepped out of them.

"Holy shit Nelson!" The man remarked, voicing my thoughts. "You heard me, I didn't even tell her to do that. I think she's liking this. Are you liking this Lily?"

Mom didn't reply to his question and not waiting for a reply he came around and knelt beside me, his head now lower than mine.

"See that Nelson," he remarked. "I told you she had a nice ass. Look at those cheeks man. Shit I could spank them all day. What do you think, is that the best ass you've ever seen?"

Again Mom and I weren't playing along. We didn't have to answer his questions and I remained silent. I did however keep my eyes on her bottom. Every word this intruder saying was true. A pair of the plumpest, ripest ass cheeks I think I'd ever laid eyes on.

"Hmm, can't decide huh?" He stated. "I know. Lily why don't you spread those cheeks for us. Nelson needs more convincing!"

It was completely degrading. To think a woman of 58 years should have to first of all bare her bottom to her son and a random stranger but then suffer the indignity of spreading her cheeks for us to inspect her asshole. Well it was far too humiliating and I expected my mother to break. Refuse and collapse in despair. To my shock she followed her instructions to the letter.

Her hands reached behind and even bending forward slightly, my mother parted her cheeks. I gazed upon the darker skin of her hairless ass crack and the small puckered asshole within. Below I could see her vagina and to my further surprise the glistening of moisture coating her lips.

"Oooh shiit!" The assailant whispered. "Nelson, Nelson, Nelson. Tell me that's not the hottest thing you've ever seen."

The point he raised allowed me not to answer but he was right. My mother or not, the sight was beautiful.

"Imagine putting your face in there Nelson. Tasting your mother's pussy and asshole. Man just think about it. Sticking your tongue up your mom's ass then in her pussy and back. Jesus." He proclaimed.

It was then I felt completely ashamed. Not for looking. Not for admiring. But for my body's reaction. My cock began to harden.

The man stood up and touched my mother on the arm, giving her permission to release her pose. Mom immediately turned to me and resumed her position beside the chair, squatting at my hip. Her arm, as before reached out to lay across my lap but as she pressed down on my upper thigh she recoiled slightly as it felt my erection. The action didn't go unnoticed by our captor and he cocked his head. "Oh. What have we here?"

"Fuck you!" I yelled.

"What have you found there Momma?" The man asked. My mother attempting to hide my hardon but succeeding in only encouraging it by pressing her arm down harder. "Come on now Nelson. Equality of the sexes and all that shit. If you've got something to show, now's the time to show it!"

As if to emphasise his suggestion he picked up the gun and aimed it our direction before sitting.

With my hands securely tied there was nothing I could do to help along the proceedings which left my mother the one to handle the situation. Without even waiting for the order, she moved her hands to my belt buckle and unsecured it, quickly moving on to my button and fly. My cock was pointing downwards along my thigh and as she lowered my pants it sprang up violently, hitting her hand in the process.

I looked at my mother's face and her eyes slowly travelled up from my penis to meet mine. "I'm sorry," I ashamedly admitted without any idea as to what she'd be feeling. Seeing her son had attained an erection from her nudity. Not only that, her humiliation.

She raised a hand to my face, placing two fingers over my lips. "Shh," she whispered. "It's okay Darling. I don't mind."

It wasn't lost on me, the fingers she now held against my lips were the very ones that had spread her ass cheeks and I again rebuked myself for thinking such things in the circumstance.

"Well Lily," the man chuckled from across the room. "What do they say? An erection is the sincerest form of flattery!"

Faced with this development It wasn't hard to imagine what our captor had in mind. Had it been his plan all along? Was I just unexpectedly compliant? I could feel how red my face had become. The shame of my arousal for my mother evident on my face and in my groin.

"Now it's your turn Momma," the man stated. "Look at your son's cock there. He got hard for you! Now I'm just a man and you'll agree Nelson, we don't think things through too much but I have to say. If I was a woman and saw that my own son got hard looking at my body, well that would make me pretty damn proud. What do you say Lily?"

Mom didn't reply. She had been looking at the man as he spoke and now she looked back into my eyes.

"Now maybe it's just me," the man continued. "But if I was that mother, I'd want to thank my boy. Maybe give him something to show I loved him."

He had remained in the chair and although he didn't point the gun at us it was an ever present threat. It was surely the reason why my mother did what came next. With her eyes still locked on mine I felt her hand move off my thigh and wrap itself around my dick.

"Mom," I began to protest but she shook her head, her eyes drilling into mine. She began working her way up and down, gently squeezing. Her fist stopping at the head to accumulate pre-cum and sliding back down in a trail of lubrication. The feeling was wonderful, her hands that of a professional. And it dawned on me she was. My father's letter came front and centre into my mind. His words, 'your mother exists entirely for fornication.' How many times had she masturbated my father I wondered?

"That's what I wanted to see," the man praised her as he rose from the chair. "You see, happy families!" He walked closer to admire her work as her hand quickened. I wondered if she had a plan. To make me cum, appease him and hopefully end his reign over us. If it was her desire, she was certainly doing a great job of it, her fist pumping furiously on my cock.

With my pants only half way down my thighs and caught beneath my buttocks, my legs were still close together causing my balls to sit uncomfortably under my cock. My mother seemed to realize this and paused her manipulation momentarily to remedy the situation, unexpectedly for the man and myself, pulling my pants all the way down my legs.

She returned to my cock immediately, dare I say it impatiently, beating me off with a renewed vigour. The man crept down beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think we can do better, can't we Lily?"

Were we all of the one mind? It was (to my shame) what I was thinking, not that the masturbation wasn't beautiful but when her mouth closed around the head of my cock, it felt complete.

He backed away. This balaclava clad, incest cupid, gave us the relative privacy we needed. Mother and son sharing the most intimate connection. Could we be closer than that moment I wondered? Yes, we were under duress. Yes, there was some degree of coercion. But if I was honest and surely by the way she gave head, if she was honest; we both wanted this. I somehow forgot his presence. As her mouth, dripping with saliva, accepted my length. As her hand squeezed the base, stroked my leaden balls, I felt it was only the two of us in the room, in the world. My God why hadn't we done this sooner?

"Oh yes," I whispered and her eyes looked up to mine. "Oh fuck, Mom."

Her response was a garbled grunt, her eyes bulging as she took in my entire length.

"Oh fuck Mom," I repeated. "I'm gonna cum!"

She immediately took her mouth from my cock, her hand remaining and I thought for a moment my confession had shocked her into reality. That is until she spoke. "Are you gonna cum Baby?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"You're gonna cum for Mommy?" She asked.

"Oh fuck yes, I'm gonna cum for you!" I admitted.

"Then cum in me!" She proclaimed.

Her actions were rapid. Before I could ascertain what was happening she had risen and climbed over me, her hands on my shoulders she lowered her ass down onto my lap, her pussy guiding itself down onto my awaiting erection. And I was inside her. One second her breasts in my face and then below my jaw. Her bottom descended, her pussy clasping to my girth, pulling me inside. Finally she was seated in my lap, my entire cock deep inside my mother's body.

There was a moment where neither of us moved. Our eyes were locked, fully aware of the momentous occasion, the event horizon breached. Our incestuous coupling almost complete with only an orgasm to seal the deal. It was her mouth that moved first and mine that welcomed it. Her tongue between my lips to embrace my own. The taste of my cock, her saliva, the flavour of incest.

"Oh Mom," I sighed into her mouth, kissing. "I love you so much."

Her hips ground onto me, her pussy doing an amazing job of squeezing, milking my erection inside her. "I love you too Baby," she confessed. "I want you to cum in me Nelson. Cum inside my pussy."

I could feel the amount of fluid leaking from her, coating my balls, the chair beneath my bare buttocks. As best I could I thrust up into her with my pelvis, trying to delve as deep as humanly possible inside her hot cunt and with my orgasm approaching her body began to shudder.

Biting into my tongue, she moaned as her pussy clenched around me and I realized she had just had her own orgasm. I had made my mother cum. The thought was bizarre and erotic all in one. It hastened my own climax and I warned her of its imminent arrival. Her mouth came off mine and clutching my face she looked into my eyes. "Cum inside me Nelson. Fill my pussy with your beautiful hot cream my darling."

There were no words that could have made me cum quicker. "Oh shiit!" I cried as I began to unload. In fits I squirted my seed inside her. My balls supplying all they had to offer to this amazing woman. Flooding my mother's uterus with my incestuous concoction. Her arms wrapped around me, drawing my face into her hair and I wished I'd been able to hold her. Countless times my cock spasmed as the last of my sperm entered her and with my eyes closed, all I could hear was her breathing, all I could feel was her body. We were as close as two humans could ever hope to be.

It was then I opened my eyes with a jolt. He was gone. The chair he'd occupied vacant. The door to the dining room open. "Mom," I whispered.

"Mmm, yes Darling?" She sighed back into my ear.

"He's gone!"

She lifted her head off me immediately, looking around the room. "I didn't hear him go!"

"Nor did I," I admitted, too wound up in the lovemaking to have noticed his departure.

"What do we do?" She asked, her pussy still clenching my organ.

I shrugged. "Check."

To my surprise she seemed reluctant to rise from my lap and when finally she did I admit I was disappointed to be outside her body. I watched her creep across the room towards the door and noticed a trickle of cum run from her pussy down her inner thigh.

She stopped at the door and looked down the hallway before returning to me. "He's really gone!" She whispered.

"Quick, untie me," I told her and she went back to the drawers to get a knife.

My arms free I first pulled up my pants, acutely aware my mother hadn't been so quick to do the same, only now following my lead and pulling her skirt only partly over her nudity. Apart from placing her breasts back in her bra, she did nothing else to cover up.

Mom clung to my arm as I took the knife and moved into the hallway to fully confirm his departure. Walking with me as I checked each room of the apartment. Satisfied he was indeed gone we made our way back to the study. I drowned the last of the brandy Mom had brought me and reached for the telephone before Mom threw a hand out to stop me.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Calling the cops, what do you think?"

"You can't!"

I lowered the receiver and looked at her with incredulity. "Why the hell not? He broke into your house! He held a gun on us Mom."

"But he didn't hurt us. He didn't even touch us Nelson," she defended him.

"Mom?" I stated, shocked.

"Nelson, think of the scandal."

I thought about her words, her reasoning. Yes, what went on here would have to be explained to the police and yes, there was a chance it could come out. But he was dangerous, he had a gun.

"Mom, he could do it to someone else!" I challenged her. "We have to do something."

Her hand gently forced mine and the phone back onto the desk. "And I'll hire a private detective. We'll handle it, I promise. In private."

I released the phone and she came to me immediately. Finally I could take her in my arms, wrap her in the protection I'd been unable to offer earlier. In the embrace she looked up into my eyes. "Thank you Nelson," she whispered before kissing me on the mouth. She was so warm, so soft. The bare skin on her back so smooth. Our bodies pressing tightly to one another's, I could feel my penis slowly filling with blood again and I strangely began to wonder if she was thanking me for not calling the police or for making love to her?

* * * * *

I moved back into Mom's apartment immediately. The locks changed and new security system installed she told me she still didn't feel safe when not in my presence. To be honest, I didn't want her out of my presence. There was no reluctance when I broke up with Teagan and there was no indecision when Mom asked me to share her bed.

It was two days later and after a call from my father's old law firm I finally got back to copying the files. The computer had turned itself off in the meantime and when it booted I was greeted with the open letter from my father to me. Believe it or not, with all that had happened I'd completely forgotten of its presence but blood drained from my face as I finished his confession, reading on from where I left off.

"She has expressed her profoundest desire to include you, my son into her lovemaking. I know this must come as the most devastating news. For a mother to admit the desire to sleep with her son is not only abhorrent, it is the way in which she fantasises it which causes me much pause.

You see she has admitted to me she has it planned. Has made preparations for it to happen. An acquaintance at the drama school she attends, she has endeavoured to employ as a masked offender. He will incapacitate one or both of you and encourage your incestuous coupling. My God I wish I had the gumption to face you lad. To warn you of your mother. She has become her namesake. She has become Lilith, a queen of the night. And whist I still live I promise you I'll protect you from her wiles as best I can.

Your loving father,

Dennis Fortesque."

I re-read the letter before sitting back in the leather chair. My mind evaluating the information I had before me. The apartment was so quiet. A clock ticking and my heart beating the only sounds I could discern until that of the front door opening.

"Where are you Darling?" My mother called from the hallway. "I want to show you the lingerie I bought. It's crotchless! I know you like that." She laughed and the sound of her joy had my cock rising.

I closed the Word document and dragged the file into the rubbish bin on the desktop before turning off the pc.

"I'm coming Mom," I called back to her. I opened the drawer and took out the letter opener before heading to the drapes and cutting down a length of the drawstring. The erection now proud in my pants, I left the room and headed to our bedroom.

"Oh, I'm coming!"

The end

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