Accidental Mother and Son Series


Accidental Mother and Son Ch. 01 (4.16)	Mark mistakes Mom for Kathy. Mom hopes it's only one time.	 Incest/Taboo 	01/01/19

Accidental Mother and Son Ch. 02 (4.34)	Mom has to tell him, but tells of her latest encounter.	 Incest/Taboo 	01/05/19

Accidental Mother and Son Ch. 03 (4.53)	Mark knows, rules are set, and mom is horny.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	01/08/19

Accidental Mother and Son Ch. 04 (4.57)	Shock and Awe. Mark's sister learns about Mom and Mark.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	01/13/19

Accidental Mother and Son Ch. 05 (4.64)	Mom meets Kathy for lunch.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	12/20/19

Accidental Mother and Son Ch. 06 (4.54)	The plan is executed until...  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	12/25/19

Accidental Mother and Son Ch. 07 (4.59)	Dad's acceptance of his new reality takes time.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	01/02/20



Accidental Mother and Son
by WriterMatt ©



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I've developed the story without describing the characters by sight appropriate words so that you, the reader, could inject into the story your own version of who is playing each character. I hope you enjoy the story! This story is purely fictional and does not correlate to any actual event. Victim assistance relating to the topics in this story are available at the touch of a button!

Accidental Mother and Son

Chapter 1: Mom is Kathy

March 23, 2014

It's 2:20 AM and I'm starting this journal as a record of sorts - maybe a diary? I'm conflicted right now because something happened. Well, it happened a few times and I feel like things are about to get very difficult at home. I'll try to piece it together so it makes sense when I have to explain to Mark what happened in the past several weeks.

Mark is my son and is 23 years old. He's never left the house since graduating high school because he was attending a local college. He graduated last year and I agreed to let him stay until he finds something that more matches his degree and could be considered a viable career. He's was dating Kathy up until about 6 months ago. They met when he was in 10th grade and he confided in me his plans to marry her. I don't know exactly what split them up because he never talked to me about it. I overheard him mention it casually to someone else.

Regardless, that event in his life coincided with his downward spiral into alcohol abuse. I would not call him an alcoholic so much as I would say he's just someone who when he decides to drink, he cannot stop until he is blackout drunk. I had seen him come home many times in the past in this state. His Uber driver would often help him to the door and I would always tip the driver; thanking him for ensuring he got home ok. Most drivers thanked me and said that he was the responsible one for ensuring this was the way he got some. Some had a disgusted look on their face.

One particular evening, it would seem he was not ready to pass out just yet. I waited up for him as I always did and waited for him to go to bed. Instead, however, he came into the kitchen where I was sitting and sat down across from me. He began speaking in a heavily slurred manner and I could hardly tell what he was trying to tell me. At the end of his sentences, he would emphasize his words and I could hear words like "Kathy" and "marry." It was apparent he was not over her. I also noted that he was in a... mood. While talking and trying to keep his eyes open, he would routinely shift his eyes to my chest.

Thinking back on that first time, I suppose I should not have been surprised. His father would do that as well. He would come home drunk, continue drinking and stare at my chest. If the mood got him right, he would creep up behind me and put his hands on me. I made the mistake one night of attempting to fight him off, saying he was drunk. He screamed at me that he was NOT drunk and that I should be more adventurous. I remember it...

** YEARS EARLIER **

"Mark's not home! Get your tits out and raise that dress of yours... I'm gonna make you feel like the woman you aught to be!"

He tried to do both for me, but I jabbed my elbow into his ribs. The next thing I remember, I woke up on the kitchen floor, my head in pain in several spots. I guess he was having nothing of "my sass," as he would say, and closed fist punched me in the back of the head. Looking at myself in the mirror the next morning, I had a large bruise on my forehead and jaw, and a cut lip. I am guessing my forehead hit the cabinet in front of me, knocking me out. Collapsing, my jaw must have hit the counter and my lip busted open when I hit the floor.

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Anyways, Mark's behavior that night made me feel all of that again and while a part of me was scared, I was also hoping he would say enough that I could catch a few key words and put the puzzle pieces together. I remember having an idea to make him some coffee to maybe help him sober up a little so I could ask questions and get intelligent answers... or close to it. I remember the rest of that night vividly.

Here is what I remember:

** THAT NIGHT **

"ansh them thur wer Kathy. Shesh te besht ma. Yoouu know?" He slurred out.

"I know she is, honey. Would you like some coffee? It'll help you wake up a little." I asked noticing he wasn't paying particular attention to me at that moment.

"Shhhherrrrrr!" he said smiling.

I stood up to go to the counter and make some coffee. Having a Keurig is perfect for times like this. I didn't want coffee so being able to make a single cup was heaven-sent. I prepared the machine and reached over to grab a K-Cup and looked briefly at him at the table. He was looking at me as if he was confused when suddenly shouted.

"KATTHHHYYYYY!" He shouted as his eyes opened wide, "I thought you werrrre uhhhhhh MOM!"

"I am mom, honey. I'm making coffee, remember?" I reminded him.

"Nope! urrr Kathy." He blandly stated, quite clearly to my surprise.

He stood up and approached me slowly, staggering a little. Eventually, he leaned himself against me from behind, wrapping his arms around me. One hand was cupping a breast and I froze. That night with his father flashed before my eyes and I was intensely scared now. Does he really think I'm Kathy? What will he attempt to do to me? What if I say no? Did Kathy say "no" and his violent reaction is why they are not together anymore?

Out of fear, I let him do what he was going to do. His father turned his life around starting the moment I walked into the living room looking like I did the following morning. He nearly burst into tears and groveled at my feet, begging for forgiveness. He said he would do anything and while I've heard enough stories about people saying that and not following through, I kissed him on his forehead and told him that his journey starts that day. I sat him down and told him everything that happened, watching him tear up at nearly every word. I told him I was not telling him to make him feel bad, but simply so he knows and can use that as his fuel to be a better man. He followed through and never drank again. He was rejuvenated again!

I'll see where this goes, so I can see if any of that will even be necessary. As it turns out, I may be the one who needs therapy.

"Kathyyyy... didjoo know that my dick ish harrrd? It'sh beennn u while, ya know." He slurred again, this time while flipping me around. Our faces were within inches of each other. His eyes were not shut or completely open, he was struggling though. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. My only thought at that moment was wondering what his drink was. What the hell? Why would I think of THAT when it looked like he might try to fuck me thinking I was Kathy?

He began stammering about something and I was intent on trying to listen to was he was saying. His hands were no longer on my breast, so my guard was let down. It wasn't until my night gown was around my waist and he looped a finger into my panties that an alarm went off in my head!

"Oh my god!" I remember thinking, "He thinks I'm Kathy and he plans on fucking her... ME! This can't be happening! BUT WHAT IF I TRY TO STOP HIM!? I can't do that again!"

As my mind raced, my natural instincts kicked in and I grabbed the waist band of my panties and prevented him from pulling them down any further. I didn't pull them up, but he was not lowering them anymore. I wonder even today why I didn't pull them up completely. Again, my mind raced. How can I stop this without angering him? Would it even anger him? I wasn't going to take a chance. I had a way out... I thought.

"Mark, it's late and you know I have to be at the store in the morning! Could we do this after work tomorrow?" I cleverly asked, remembering she worked retail in town. I was not prepared for what was about to transpire.

He looked up at me, eyes closed, head down. He suddenly began sobbing horribly. If his father were not out with his friends on a trip, I would have had to shut him up but I let him continue. I rubbed his back while he cried, resting his head on my shoulder. I asked him what was wrong and he sobbed even louder.

As if the intense emotions were not bad enough on him, they seemed to have almost instantly sobered him, kind of like when cops walk into a party and every suddenly is behaving. When he spoke, I could understand every word, but it was clear he was not in the present moment.

"Kathy, you haven't been in the mood for months! What is wrong with me that you don't want me anymore!?" he asked, voice raising at each word then suddenly sobbing again. My heart broke instantly. I felt the sudden rush of hurt flow from my heart, all over my body. So, that is what happened. I wonder who broke it off? I was nearly in tears and couldn't stand to watch him feel so hurt any longer.

"Move your hand, Mark." I whispered into his ear.

He complied, calming a little. Since my hand was still in place, I pushed my panties down my legs and use my legs to finish getting them down and off. I let go of my dress and whispered again in Mark's ear.

"Why are you upset? Did you hear what I said?" I asked, knowing full well where I was taking this.

Mark raised his head and looked at me, clearly confused. I know he heard what I said, but in his state, I could challenge what he knew he heard and change it.

"I said I was waiting for you to fuck me, but you're a little later than I liked so I cannot take all my clothes off for you!" I said while looking him in the eyes. I thought at that moment that there was no turning back... I had to either hope he would not be able to get it up, or just pretend like I did this for him and not me.

Not that I needed it. My husband always took care of me. Maybe I needed to fill the motherly gap once again. It's been about 5 years since he looked to me for answers and now I get another chance to be his anchor. Looking back, though, I think I got a small thrill out of the whole thing because none of the rest of that motherly garbage really even makes sense to me now.

"Mark." I said looking at him, "Do you mind if I run the show tonight?" I asked softly. This had to be plain and boring because odds are he would not even remember it in the morning and I wasn't ready to learn what sexual things he was into.

"Not at all." He said with a smirk.

I paused momentarily to catch my breath. The thought of taking my son's penis out, getting it hard and letting him fuck me was not something I woke up this morning expecting to happen. I needed to quickly figure out this was going to happen. I don't want him seeing... me. Hopefully he can't even get it up. I'm wearing a night gown so maybe I can just raise it enough for him to enter me and get it done.

I reached out and grabbed his belt, pulling him slightly closer. I fumbled with it for a minute, finally getting it undone. I then grabbed the top of his pants and paused again. "Here we go!" I thought. I undid the button and slid the zipper down. His pants feel down to about his knees and he was standing with his boxers exposed to me. I looked down and to my shock he was HARD! This has to be some kind of medical miracle, or maybe the excitement was overwhelming the whiskey dick syndrome that should have been happening now.

I took hold of his boxers on both hips and tugged them down. His dick bounced out of them and pointed directly at me. In the moment, I felt part shamed and part excited. Mostly shamed BECAUSE I was excited. I didn't understand why I was doing this or why my body was responding. Natural sexual instinct is what I told myself to get through it.

I took his dick in my hands and felt his hardness for the first time. He was ready... and so was I. I leaned into him a little.

"I'm in control, remember?" I whispered.

"You know I like that, Miss." He offered. Ok, so he was a little submissive.

I raised my night gown just high enough and pulled him closer to me with his dick. Using my fingers, I slid it between my legs so it rested there. I released my gown so he could not see anything and opened my legs just a little. I remember thinking there was no stopping now. He was ready and I was not prepared to walk away anymore. I gave in and moved my hips back and forth along his dick so that my wetness would eventually coat me, making it easier for his clumsy self to get it in and keep it there while he fucked me.

I was mildly surprised when it was only a couple minutes of me doing that before I knew I was ready for him. He grunted the entire time. I chuckle now wondering if he thought he was fucking me at that point.

"Are you ready?" I asked. "I'm going to put it in and I want you to fuck me."

"I'm ready!" He said a little louder for my liking, almost like a giddy child.

Sighing, I took hold of his dick with two fingers and my thumb and positioned him. "Push in."

He did and to my surprise, slowly. I felt him bury his cock deeper and deeper until he was all the way in and he stopped. I wondered what he was thinking.

"Kathy, you're so tight. I always loved that about your pussy." He whispered while exhaling. I guess I didn't have to wonder.

"I know you do, baby." I responded. "Now, fuck me."

He began to move back and forth. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall. Watching son fuck his mother face to face against the kitchen counter. How long would this last? I wasn't exactly happy about this situation, but I wasn't disgusted. I knew this would be a one-time thing and he would not even remember. I told myself again that I was doing this because this is the motherly thing to do for a son in pain over the loss of his love.

I pulled him close to me and I rested my head on his shoulder. His arms went on either side of me, no doubt bracing himself so as to not fall over and also for better hip movement. I wrapped an arm around his neck and began to coax him to finish.

"Are you going to cum, love? Will you cum on me or do you want to come in my hand?" I asked in heavy breaths as his paced quickened. I knew it was going to be soon.

"I thought you liked me to cum in your mouth?" He asked, also in heavy breath.

Oh, they did THAT. I am NOT going to be doing that tonight.

"I have to go to work, remember?" I chided him playfully.

"Can I cum in your pussy?" He asked.

Oh. I hadn't thought about that angle. What's the worst that could happen? I doubt pregnancy is an issue here, but even so, there's always Plan B. Look at me being the super tramp!

"Oh yes, baby... cum inside me!" I excitedly said.

It was a mixture of role play and actual excitement. The moment had taken me and I guess I had just pretended as if it were my husband fucking me before work. It suddenly happened.

Mark grunted loudly and stopped pumping. I could feel his cock pulsate within me. He was cumming inside my pussy. I ground down on him and squeezed my muscles around his cock. He came fast, but a lot it felt like. I looked around and grabbed a wash cloth since I could feel him getting smaller and slipping out. He was almost out of breath as he took a step back.

"Mom, I think I'm going to pass out!" He said deliriously.

MOM?!?!?! What the FUCK. Did he plan this or... what was going on?! I decided to see what was happening.

"Did you just call me 'Mom'?" I asked, faux angrily.

He jerked his head to look at me. He was confused and thought for a second. "Why would I call you MOM?! That's a little weird, Kathy, even for you. But, I don't feel that great. I'm going to lay down while you're at work, ok? I love you."

I was relieved. "I love you, too! I hope you feel better... will you be up for a blowjob later?" I asked, still playing the role.

"Babes, you know I'm always up for that. Literally." He replied, chuckling at his own joke.

I kissed him on the cheek and sent him to bed. I gathered my thoughts and reminded myself that this will not be happening again. I wiped off as much of his cum as I could and threw away the wash cloth. No way was I going to leave that evidence around. I straightened up my night gown, turned off the lights and went to get my shower. I remember it took me a long time to fall asleep that night as the events that played out went through my head in vivid detail. I finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I awoke around my usual time and since I had already gotten a shower, I didn't need to bother. I had an uneventful sleep considering the night prior. I was glad about that but could not help but replay the events again. I truly was a fucking pervert because I felt myself get wet again thinking of him pumping his cock in and out of me, then depositing his seed in me. My god, what would happen if I got pregnant? No matter, I had nothing planned today so I can go to the pharmacy and take care of that potential problem.

I began to make breakfast as I usually did each morning when Mark got out of bed and quietly stumbled into the kitchen holding his head. I chuckled a little on the inside thinking he must feel awful but also was dying to know what he had on his mind, if anything.

"Good morning! Did you sleep well?" I asked, knowing he probably did.

He looked at me slowly. "My god I drank too much. I don't even remember making it home last night. The Uber guy must've taken his time or something because I remember getting in the car but nothing else." He explained, clearly not remembering what happened in this very room.

"Did you get a shower? That usually helps a little. By the time you're done with that, I'll have breakfast ready and a little greasy food will also help. Until then, take this." I said, handing him about 800mg of Motrin. "You know you have to work today."

"I know. I'll take that and absolutely get a shower. Thanks, Mom, you're always there to take care of me and I can't begin to show you how much I appreciate it." He said, gulping down some water and pills.

"I think you do know how to show me..." I thought to myself, catching my eyes staring at his dick.

Breakfast was uneventful and we carried about our normal routine as we ever did. I was relieved that he remembered nothing. I figured that would be the case, but I also thought he would not be able to get hard as drunk as he was. I guess you're never to old to see something that is contrary to what you always believed.

As I expected, this was indeed a one time event. Or so I thought. I'm not writing a journal because of a single event... he has come home a few other times drunk since this episode with similar results. It's almost 4 AM and I need to go to bed. I'll tell the rest of the story before I sit Mark down and tell him what has been transpiring between us.



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This is Chapter 02 of this series. While chapter one does not contain any character description, it does cite events pertinent to set the stage for what is happening here. I recommend reading chapter one before proceeding. In this chapter, consent is a theme; specifically lack of consent. Again, this is simply a story with already taboo themes and another is introduced.

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Chapter 2: Kathy was Mom

March 26, 2014

I had intended to regale my diary of the follow-on events that took place after my initial entry but things have changed. It's 12:30 AM and today did not go how I planned.

The latest "event" was last night... or rather the night before. Today is the 26th, so it was the late evening of the 24th. He came home drunk again, this time his friend bringing him home and putting him in bed. It was a little earlier than normal, but he was clearly blackout drunk again. He had gone to work then texted me that he was going to a party directly after, so I knew what his condition would be when he got home. Thinking about events that have transpired prior to today, I decided to prepare myself.

Since I was Kathy most of the time, I tried to emulate what younger girls do these days. I ran a hot bath with a bath bomb and soaked for a while. I went through the other nights in my head as I took in the scents. I felt a flush in my face and heat rising in my core, despite the elevated temperature of the water. I felt like a monster being turned on by the events that transpired but I can't seem to turn that switch off at this point. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own. Tweaking one nipple, then the other before slowly gliding down my body. My thoughts came to a screeching halt when I realized that I should probably shave down there before he comes home.

I got out of the tub and sat on the side, inspecting myself. I never was much for the full shave but once upon a time I did keep a runway active. I recall laughing at my own joke while simultaneously pondering the preposterous situation I found myself in. I'm going to shave my pussy... for my son... who I expect will have his dick inside me again. AGAIN. I'm not even sure why I'm going this far considering I still have not let him see any of my lady bits and have no intention of doing so. I did it, though. By the time I was in my robe, my legs, pussy and arm pits were shaved, and I had a nice lavender scent about me. I was ready for him to fuck me.

When his friend dropped him off, he chatted with me a little before he left. I was able to glean from the conversation that it was a party at a local strip club that was known to have a party room that doubled as the VIP room or champagne room as they would call it. Turns out my son did not get lucky with any of the girls, but a few of his friends did. I wonder if he intended to and just got too drunk or if he was intentionally saving his energy for Kathy.

His friend left rather unceremoniously, and I went to check on Mark. His friend had taken off his shoes and belt but that was about it. I thought for a while about whether or not I should help him get a little more comfortable so he could sleep better. Initially, I thought there would be no purpose but then again, maybe he will sleep better if I do. There may have been some other thoughts in my head subconsciously telling me to do it. I entered his room and removed his shirt first. It's not easy removing clothing from someone who is absolutely not helping in any way.

I then unbuttoned his pants and began to pull them down. I had not done this in years since his father was almost always ready to go when the mood was right so me helping to remove clothing felt new. I had also forgotten that when pants come down, boxers tend to follow. It was hard to prevent that from happening, so I simply gave up trying. What WAS hard was this boy's cock. Does he take Viagra before passing out? It stood straight up, pointing at my face which had precariously stationary over that part of his body. The devil in me marveled at the shape, the color, and the size and I swear my mouth started watering. Was it the person who was turning me on, or the fact that a naughty switch had been turned on inside me and it didn't matter who the dick was attached to.

Before I could make the conscious decision to open my mouth and lower it over his cock, he apparently woke up and placed a hand on top of my head.

"Go ahead, baby... I won't tell your manager." He whispered clearly with mostly closed eyes.

Great. Apparently, I was a stripper now. How was this going to work in my favor? I was not going to be taking off my robe for him. Does that make me selfish? I have had his dick inside me a few times now, but he has yet to remember. I've never had it in my mouth, though. He was probably not coherent enough to tell me if he is going to cum or not. I didn't want his cum in my mouth.

I recall thinking "I doubt he will cum if I do it just for a little while." With that thought, my tongue traveled the length of his rod from balls to head before slowly guiding him into my mouth.

Slowly I took him in and out of my mouth, ensuring not to use my hand as I did. I'm no amateur cocksucker. I know how to make a man cum and most will not if you're simply bobbing your head up and down. At this point, I straddled him below his crotch with a hand planted on either side. He gathered up my hair and held me still while he fucked my mouth. I started wondering if he was able to tell me if he was going to cum. A part of me wanted to straddle him and ride this horse back to the stable but another wanted to just get the cum out of him and let him sleep.

Wow... having written that part, I do wonder why the part 'where I shouldn't be sucking my son's dick' was. Too late for that, I suppose. Anyway.

"Are you going to cum for be, baby?" I asked staring at his cock still.

"That depends, did my friends pay you enough to fuck me?" He uttered.

This was the chance I had to change directions, but the question remained the same. Was he going to be able to tell me if he was going to cum? I didn't want him cumming in my mouth, nor did I want him inside me again. Last time he did that, I got a sideways look from the cashier at the pharmacy when I went to buy Plan B. I explained that my daughter was not able to come down that morning, laughing that I could only wish I was young enough for this to be something I would have a purpose for. We both laughed at that and I was relieved that the density of that situation lessened.

I paused after retrieving my receipt and thought "If only she knew what her brother and I were up to." Back to the story...

I had an idea. I looked at him to see if his eyes were still closed and sure enough, they were.

"They sure did darling, hang on." I said jubilantly, attempting to mimic the silly voices strippers tend to use to entice their clientele.

I changed my position a little so that I was nearly sitting on his cock but still far enough down that I could reach down and suck him some more. I did exactly that before covering the scene with my robe.

"I have to hide this in case my manager or an undercover officer walks in. They can't catch me fucking you. I'd lose my job or go to jail!" I said, which the latter hit me a little harder than I expected, even though we are grown adults.

I grabbed the base of his cock with my hand, shifted a little closer so my clit was now up against the other side of the same hand and began to pump his cock up and down. I felt like a certified genius at that moment; being able to get us both off. I also managed to gyrate my hips a little while doing this to simulate me having sex with him. He didn't seem to know the difference, even with his hands resting on my robe covered hips.

"Take your tits out, baby." He groggily said, still eyes closed. I knew he wouldn't last much longer, so I ignored the request.

A few more gyrations and I suddenly felt the warm flow of cum sliding over my hand while he grunted loudly. I'm not sure why I didn't feel his cock slightly swell before this, but it was likely because I was about to cum myself, so my focus was not on him so much.

"Ohhhhh!" He announced while breathing heavily.

"Oh yes, baby. Give it all to me." I whispered still pumping his cock. Before I knew it, he was passed out again. I was a little sad that I didn't get to cum again, but also relieved that it didn't go too far. Now I had to clean up.

I took all the cum that was on my hand and wiped it on the inside of my robe. I would be wearing it the following morning, so I didn't want the evidence on the outside. The thought of his dried cum against my skin, though, left me tingling on the inside. The rest of the cum I left where it was. This, I later learned, would be what I consider to be the sign, to him, that something was amiss.

I brought his boxers up where they should be and covered him with a blanket. Turning the light off on my way out, I stopped and looked at him again.

"I need to tell him what's been going on." I thought to myself, then walked out.

I didn't know then that the hour of reckoning was only a half day away.

So, that brings me to yesterday morning, the 25th. Before I tell you that story, however, I need to cum... BAD! Telling this story lit a fire in me that I don't feel like letting die. My robe has been off me since about midway through my tale. My nipples are hard, my pussy is drenched, and I'm going to fuck myself with my vibe and likely fall asleep after so I will continue this tomorrow. As a teaser, Mark now knows he's been fucking me...

...not Kathy.

...not a stripper.

Mom.



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This is Chapter 03 of this series. It is strongly recommended that you read chapters one and two otherwise you will be lost. As always, please vote and comment. I already know the direction this story will be going for several chapters, but suggestions may alter how the story gets to the intended conclusion. Thank you for reading.

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Chapter 3: Mark Knows

March 27, 2014

I have to sit here and focus on this before I lose the details on how it all happened. Last night I got distracted by recalling my actions with mark the night prior to him finding everything out. I must admit, though, that sucking his cock and feeling his cum on my hands was thrilling.

So, after I woke from blowing my son and fake-fucking him, I went to the kitchen and made breakfast. I had no intention of telling him what had been transpiring between us, but when he got up, he had a plan for the day that I couldn't let him follow through with.

I had set the table as I usually do, only this time I put juice, water and Motrin next to his plate. I knew he would need those after thinking I was a stripper. He didn't have to work today so I intended to see what his plans were. The whole time, however, I could not release from my brain the fact that his dried cum was brushing against my leg from the night prior. It was kind of a turn on and I caught myself loosening my robe in hopes that he would come out and maybe see a breast about to fall out or catch a glimpse a little farther up my robe than normal.

I should be clear at this point that I've never noticed Mark pay any special attention to me as I've heard some boys do with their moms. He also has no idea what has been going on. So, I suppose him coming out to find him mom acting like a raging slut would be a little traumatizing. Still, though, I could feel myself getting turned on. It would have to wait until another time or at least when Mark leaves the house today. It's a good thing I waited because as I was getting bacon off the griddle, he stumbled into the kitchen wearing a new t-shirt and some pajama pants. He looked freshly showered.

"Good Morning, Mom." He said, his voice a little hoarse.

"Hi, dear, how are you feeling?" I asked, genuinely interested.

His hand went to his head and he half smiled. "Hangovers are a bitch, but this one isn't so bad. Showers always help." He didn't sit immediately, instead walking over to me and hugging me from behind. "Thanks for setting out some Motrin, that should kill the headache!" he added.

I should note that I wasn't wearing anything under the robe. When he hugged me, I could tell he was a little hard since I could feel it on my ass before he left to sit. There was simply two pieces of flimsy fabric baring direct contact of his cock on my ass.

"What are your plans today since you don't have to work?" I asked.

He didn't answer immediately which wasn't concerning until he started to speak.

"I think I'm going to the doc in the box down the street." He said shyly, almost inaudibly.

"Are you not feeling well?" I questioned, curious as to what the issue was. He seemed fine the day before.

He didn't answer me, so I turned around and looked at him. He was making facial expressions and hand gestures as if he wanted to say something but changed his mind. I gave him some time and brought breakfast to the table and put his servings on his plate. Once the food was on the plates, I returned the dirty dishes to the sink and sat down at the table, watching him.

"I don't really want to say, mom. It's kind of personal." He said, looking at his plate. I think I knew where this was going.

"Mark," I started, "we have a pretty open relationship here. You can say whatever you need to say to me without judgement or hard feelings."

"I know. It's also kind of embarrassing." He added.

"Does it have anything to do with drinking?" I asked, seeing if this was going where I thought it was going.

"Kind of, but not the drinking so much as what I am apparently doing while drinking. Wait, not what I'm doing but the fact that I know what it is, but don't remember it." He said, stumbling through his thoughts. Yes, this is what I figured.

How to approach this, do I let him go on about his day thinking he's banging every Mary and Sally he finds? Do I make him think he may have an STD? Wait, what if he was fucking someone else in between times when he was fucking me and didn't remember? I needed to drive this conversation without giving away my secrets.

"So, what you're saying is you're drinking so much in a single night, you can't even remember you're having sex with someone?" I asked bluntly, his eyes widening.

"Mom! I mean, yeah but..." He stammered.

"Don't 'Mom!' me. I'm here to help you work through your problems, not watch you crash and burn!" I said sternly. "So, you don't remember who you've been sleeping with. What makes you think you have been?" I asked, probably already aware of the answer considering the evidence is inside my robe, resting against my leg.

"Well, I wake up in the morning and there's... let's just say unmistakable evidence of it."

"I see, and who do think you've been sleeping with? Kathy? I haven't seen her in a while, ya know." I skillfully added. Now was a chance to get the intel on this happening.

Mark rolled his eyes, sighed and let out a long 'No' as he stopped eating.

"Why did you say it like that? Are you not still dating her?" I asked, despite knowing the truth.

"That's a long story, but the short answer is no, we are not dating anymore. That has been over for a while now."

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" I asked, hoping he would.

He thought long about how to respond. Maybe he would be more comfortable later talking about this particular issue. I needed to get him back to the original line of questioning. My goal was to prevent him from going to the doctor when I know he doesn't need to. We don't live in a two-block town where the old ladies at the hair salon know everyone's business, but it's small enough that word could get around and that's not something I need Mark to deal with.

"Ok, it's clear you don't. So, if it wasn't Kathy, then who else could it be?" I asked. His answer here would likely open the door for more questions.

"Well, since you're clearly not going to let this go. The first few times I don't really know. That bothers me a little, but what bothers me even more is last night. We went to the strip club and wound up in the VIP room. I watched a couple guys get laid right there in front of me before some random stripper started giving me a lap dance. The last thing I remember was her grabbing my hands and putting them on her..." He said, pausing a little longer than normal, clearly searching for the word he felt would not offend me.

"Tits. She was putting your hands on her tits." I finished for him.

He laughed a little, which I was happy about because I wanted this morose mood to be lightened. "Yes, she did. But I don't remember anything after that. If we had sex, and I don't remember, then that bothers me."

"As it should." I added, "But are you sure you were able to? I mean, I've heard when guys drink enough to where they lose memory of the evening, they have a hard time performing. Right?"

"I'd rather not get into all that, Mom, but not every guy is like that. Plus, alcohol takes a while to hit and if it hits you hard, you could um, perform, and then lose that memory later."

These were things I knew already. His father and I did our fair share of drinking in our early years before he gave it up for good and we both have had evenings where one or both of us don't remember the entire evening. Horrible, yes but we toned it down when we realized bad things happen when nobody can remember the night before. Anyway, I gathered up the information I gleaned from him up to now and went straight to the point. The problem, however, is I was going to have to come clean to him. But now is not the time.

"So, do you think you have contracted something?" I asked, setting my fork down, looking at him.

"I... I doubt I would know this early, but I want to get checked out. That's the smart thing to do at this point, I think."

I needed to tell him there was no need for him to go, but I would also have to explain to him how I knew this. I also didn't want to tell him at the breakfast table. Maybe I could keep him occupied until such time came this evening where I could tell him in a more comfortable and accepting environment.

"Mark. Let me tell you, you do not need to see a doctor. Yes, it's the smart thing to do given your situation, but I can assure you, you do not need to see the doctor." I said, waiting for whatever reaction he might have.

He laughed slightly and obliviously asked "What makes you so certain?"

"Look, I will share with you what I know, but later. Why don't you come out with me today for lunch and we'll have lunch, do some shopping, maybe get a bottle of something and come back and have an evening together?" I asked, hoping he would bite off on my idea.

"I don't know why you think you know what you claim to know, but fine. We haven't been out in a while. Wait, did I bring anyone home with me on the nights I don't remember?" He asked, trying hard to remember.

"I said," pausing to finish my meal, "I'll tell you what I know later! Now, finish your breakfast and let's get ready to head out."

The day had gone as planned, and we went out to town. We got a movie, had some lunch, bought some clothes and some things for around the house. It was a good time. I was afraid during lunch that he would question me more about what I know, but he didn't. I was amused watching him, though. He looked lost in thought at times trying to figure out what happened during those nights. I'm pretty sure his mind was going to be blown when I told him. I also remember thinking that maybe his mind wasn't going to be the only thing blown if the night goes as I planned. I admonished myself for thinking that, but also admitted to myself that it was likely to happen.

The last stop before returning home was the liquor store. I could get a nice bottle of wine and also learn what he likes to drink. As we got closer, I told him I would go in and get what he wanted. He said it didn't matter, but Red Bull and Vodka was his favorite drink. I told him that it's no wonder he doesn't remember things the following day.

He thought for a minute and surprisingly said "You know, you're probably right. I should stop drinking to that effect. How about some plain Vodka and we have orange juice, correct?"

I nodded and said it was good of him to tone it down some. Still, though, I was going to have to prepare his drinks for him so that he was in the right mindset for the entire evening. I went into the store, got what we needed and headed home. Once there, we put everything away and decided to order in. He suggested that since it's been a fun day, let's not ruin it with the hassle of making dinner. We ordered Chinese food from the place down the street based on his recommendation. We finished cleaning up and changed into more comfortable clothes.

While he was changing, I accepted our food delivery, prepped the plates, made the drinks and put it all out on the coffee table. I put the DVD into the player and waited for the main menu to show up. I then went to change. I stripped off all my clothes and stood in front of the mirror. I was nicely shaved from the evening before, but I wanted to wear something nice tonight. I found a matching bra and panty set from my dresser and then put the same robe from earlier on over top. I figured I might need some evidence to show in case he doesn't believe me.

I walked back out to the living room where he had made himself comfortable, remote in hand. Always the gentleman, he waited to eat until I was seated. He asked if I was ready to start the movie and I was so, he started it and we ate and had a few drinks before the movie was over. Now it was time to fess up. He had gotten a little chattier and I was relaxed quite a bit more than I was this morning. I thought I would start but he clearly could not wait.

"How do you know I don't need to see anyone?" He asked, turning to look at me.

I lowered the recliner and paused a minute to figure out where to start. I decided to ask him when the first time he thinks he had sex with someone recently without remembering.

"Well, it was a few weeks ago, I suppose. I went to work, then to the bar not long after. I don't recall meeting anyone there, so I guess that's the first time." He said, thinking back.

"Ok, well, before I tell you what happened that night, I will tell you something else that will help you make more sense of it." I prepared him by telling the story of the night his father forced himself on me but ensure and absolutely emphasized that it was a one-time affair and that he had quit drinking. I went so far as to tell him that if I had to go back and do it again, I would allow the same events to happen because life has been much better since then.

"Oh. I'm glad that went well for you, I guess?" He said sarcastically. I knew he wouldn't really understand it from my perspective. "What does that have to do with anything today, though?" He asked, clearly not prepared.

"Well, Mark, you came home that night..." I paused. Here we go. "...and you thought I was Kathy."

His eyes opened wide. I wonder if he realized then was probably transpired, but I can't imagine he did. So, I took it a step further.

"The reason the story about your father matters here is because I had a decision to make and that decision was whether to let you continue thinking I was Kathy or risk you behave the same way your father did that one day. In the moment, I chose the former." I stopped there and let him take that little tidbit in for a minute.

I watched him before continuing. "Maybe it wasn't the greatest decision of my life, but I tried to mitigate it by suggesting I had to go to work and maybe later that evening, after work, we could mess around. We, meaning you and who you perceived to be Kathy." Again, I paused. "I thought that would be the end of it, but I got a little shock."

He looked at me confused, so I knew I had to continue. I didn't want to embarrass him, so I didn't tell the story exactly as it happened.

"Well, you didn't get mad so much as a bit upset. You revealed that it's been something that has been happening to you a lot with her, that she wasn't interested. The more words you spoke, the more upset you had gotten, and it broke my heart!" I said, welling up a little inside.

"That's most of the issue." He offered without question.

"I assumed as much. I know what state you were in, drunk, unaware and now upset so I changed direction. I told you that I was already dressed for work and that's why - but..." I paused. This is it, you cannot stop now, I remember thinking to myself. "If you wanted to have sex, I would have to be in control."

"Tell me we didn't have sex." He said with a weird look on his face. He didn't look mad. Maybe ashamed for putting me in that situation.

"We did but, it was quick and really no harm done. I didn't have to see you upset anymore and to be honest..." I felt the wine starting to speak a little for me, "...it wasn't awful. I'm prepared to tell you more if you want to know?" I added, kind of hoping he would ask.

He didn't say a word. He grabbed his glass, got up and walked to the kitchen. Great, now he's mad. How can I repair this? I thought about how to go forward from this point when he returned with a full glass. I stared at the contents and the coloring looked right for a properly made drink, so I don't think he was mad. Maybe he just needed a minute to process this.

"I think we're kind of passed formalities now. So I need to know a little more. We ACTUALLY had sex? Like... my dick was inside you?" He asked, staring me down.

"Yes." I said, not backing down from his increasingly aggressive language.

"Ok. That was one night. What about the rest? Were they all you?" He asked. I remember feeling a little confused. What was he thinking? Was he okay with this and just wanted to make sure there were no other women?

"All of them. Including the stripper night. Except that night, while you thought I was a stripper, we did not actually have sex. I straddled you in such a way that I was able to give you a hand job while making you think you were having sex." I said, still quite proud of my genius move.

"Mom, this is kind of hard to believe. Are you sure you're not saying this just to make me feel better about my behavior and bad decisions?" He asked, not a clue in his eyes what he was thinking.

"I'm sure." I said, standing up and walking to him. I stood in front of him and turn the part of my robe with his cum on the inside out, so I could show him the evidence. I hadn't properly planned this part out because in doing so, he was able to see my panties. At least I decided to put something on underneath.

I sat back down and offered more information.

"Mark, at no point was I attempting to be malicious..."

"No, Mom, I know." He interrupted, "I cannot even begin to imagine how you felt after I put you in that situation. I can tell you, as you may have realized by now, that I don't get violent when I drink. It's just not my style, but I would never expect you to know that."

"Thank you for understanding, but there's more. At no time did I ever... uncover for you. You never saw me naked. I saw you, though, since it's kind of hard to do it otherwise, but I intentionally concealed myself from you just in case you remembered anything."

Mark sat and thought some more before commenting again. "That was smart because I know it's sometimes hard to tell. Ok, so, what happens now? I mean, I'm glad I don't have to get checked out, but this is not something I expected and am not sure how to proceed around you knowing we've had sex."

Shit! I didn't think about this question. I was going to have to wing it. This is where I probably should have stopped it all. I should have told him that instead of drinking to blackout and worrying the next morning about who he might have slept with, that he tone it down some and focus on work and finding that job he's been searching for. That's what I should have done.

"Well, that depends on you." I stupidly said.

"What do you mean? You're kind of the victim here, it seems." He suggested.

I thought again how to proceed and came up with this gem. "If you want more, you can have it. There will be rules, though."

I could have slapped myself into oblivion for saying that, but a part of me wanted more.

"What kind of rules?" He cautiously asked.

"Well, for one you won't be seeing me naked. The idea is that instead of fucking some random girl, stripper or whoever, you can seek relief at home. Another is that it ends when you find a girl who will take my place. Also, and it should go without saying, that your father nor your sister will hear of this." I said, laying down the law. Who was I kidding. I wanted sex tonight and I think he was ready to provide it to me. Some victim I turned out to be. "Agreed?"

"May I touch?" He asked before taking a big gulp of his drink.

I thought for a moment, staring at him. "What do you want to touch?" I asked, trying to gauge where his mind was.

"Well, you said you saw me and the way you described it, you touched me so I think it's only fair." He said matter-of-factly.

He was right, I did touch him. More than once. "Outside of whatever clothes I have on." I stated firmly. "Any move otherwise and it ends."

He sat and thought for a moment. "What about now?" he asked shyly. I knew he was working towards that end and, to be honest, it was an unwelcomed question. I was going to have some fun with this.

"What do you want?" I asked patiently.

"I want a hand job." He said cautiously.

"Is that all?"

I stood up and walked over to him and knelt. I looked him in the eyes and my hand work its way into the fly of his pajama bottoms. He wasn't wearing boxers, just as I suspected this morning. I grabbed his dick at the base and slowly moved my hand up and down his shaft.

"Is this what you want, son?" I asked, still staring him in the eye.

"Yes." He replied.

"Nothing more?" I asked, hoping he would ask for more.

"I don't know what to ask for." He said exhaling.

I freed his cock from his pajamas and put my face closer to it. "You sure you don't know?" I asked seductively.

"Would you put it in your mouth?"

Without answering, I engulfed half his cock in my mouth, creating a suction as I pulled it out. "Like this?" I asked, repeating the same motion. I didn't wait for an answer as I continued that motion. What a sight that had to be, mother kneeling in front of her son with his cock in her mouth, hoping he would cum all over her. After a few minutes, I stopped and asked again.

"Is this all you want?" I said, knowing full well what he wanted and was going to give it to him if he would only ask.

"Fuck me, Mom." He said nearly out of breath.

I smiled and jerked his dick a little before reaching down, under my robe and pulling my panties off. The rules were still there, though I was partially regretting making them, or at least the one where he cannot see me.

"I'm going to fuck you, Mark, but let me get started, ok?"

He nodded as I straddled his lap and grabbed ahold of his dick. I lowered myself a little, just enough for the head to touch my clit. I sighed, and I began rubbing it all around, ensuring I would be ready for him to enter me. This would be the first time he remembers being inside me and I wanted to make it memorable. Not that everything so far would be anything that would leave his mind any time soon.

When I felt confident I was ready, I positioned his cock and asked if he was ready. He nodded and down I went, slowly taking every inch in stride. We both exhaled deeply until I was sitting fully down on him. To make things fun, I took his hands and placed them on my breasts, just like the stripper did.

"I bet you will remember everything after this." I gleefully said.

He laughed a little and agreed he absolutely would. While his hands were paying, I put mine on his shoulders and began rocking up and down. I would be quick going up, but painfully slow taking him back fully inside me. I wondered what he was thinking. Maybe I was just some pussy for him to fuck. Maybe he pretended I was Kathy. Maybe he's wanted me all along. It didn't matter. I've developed a taste for this and while it will one day have to end, I can enjoy it while it lasts.

"Where would you like to cum?" I asked mid-stroke.

"I want to cum in your pussy." He bluntly said, eyes closed.

I knew he would say that. It's fine, I just wanted to also cum this time.

"Are you close?" I asked, judging my next move.

"Not very, are you?" He shot back.

"No, but I will be if you would fuck me."

His eyes opened, and he knew what to do. Not breaking the rules, he moved his hands to my ass and took control. He was fucking me and boy, did he know how to. He simultaneously thrust himself inside me while pushing my down onto his cock. It was hard and fast and the nature of the who situation found me feeling a certain way sooner than I expected.

"KEEP GOING! I'M GOING TO CUM IF YOU KEEP THIS UP! I said loudly.

"Me too, Mom." He agreed.

"Fuck me, baby. Cum inside me. Oh, yes!" I was an animal at this point. There was no stopping this train.

"Mom!" He shouted, letting me know he was going to shoot his cum inside me. That was the trigger. I sat down on him fully, clenched my muscles and grinded on his cock. I could feel him swell and then the warmth of his seed began flowing inside me. My body shook hard. I pulled him close to me and squeezed him as he came inside me, and I shook uncontrollably on top of him.

"GOD DAMNIT I CAN'T STOP CUMMING, MARK... I FEEL YOU!" I shouted in his ear.

It seemed like hours as the entire series of events that led to this moment played out in my mind. Hours of time spent together having sex without him remembering led up to this monumental orgasm on both our parts. Next this I know, we were still gripping each other tightly but the train had come to the station.

I exhaled dramatically and pulled slightly away from him, looking him in the eye.

"Are you ok?" I asked, his dick still inside me, his cum flowing out of my pussy.

It took him a moment to catch his breath. "Yes. Yes. This was amazing! I cannot believe this just happened, worse but best it was the best I've had, Mom!"

I was not expecting that response and was a little taken back by it. I know the situation, being taboo, heighted the tension and the ultimate release, but it made me wonder what would happen if the rules weren't set in place. What would he do if I was naked? Do I even want to cross that bridge yet?

I raised up off him and closed my robe tighter. I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.

"I know you had a shower already, but I think perhaps it's time for another?" I asked, pointing at his shrinking dick, covered in our combined juices.

He looked down and laughed, agreeing. I said I would clean up if he wanted to get a shower first. He agreed but I was a little surprised when he didn't suggest we take one together. Not that I would have. Rules are in place and I'm not going to break them yet, even if the idea did sound appealing. While he showered, I wiped myself off and cleaned up the dinner mess and shut the TV off. He came back out and I told him I would be showering then going to bed. I reminded him that he works in the morning and that with our activities, I might be sleeping in.

I kissed him again on the forehead and turned to walk away when he playfully slapped my ass. I shot a playful glare in his direction and watched him genuinely smile at me. It was a smile I've not seen in a very long time. Was he truly happy once again? We will see how tomorrow evening goes.

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So that is how it went when I finally told him. I started this journal a few days ago and while I started it knowing I would be getting to this point, I didn't know that It was the start of something else entirely. I'm still a little conflicted about where to go at this point but I feel this isn't over. I mean, it's not over but I don't think this is where the regular and plain fuck sessions begin. I feel there's more to it than that. What do I know, though? A couple months ago, if you told me I would be writing this today I would have laughed you all the way to the looney bin. Yet, here I am and I feel like there's going to be more to tell.

*****

Now that Mark knows, things may not progress as you may think. Rules are meant to be broken and as we have clearly learned, things you thought would never happen, do, in fact, happen making the world in this home an unpredictable place. Questions remain and will be answered as we adventure further into the abyss.

Coming soon:

Shock and Awe

Thank you for reading.




04




This is Chapter 04 of this series. It is strongly recommended that you read chapters one and two otherwise you will be lost. As always, please vote and comment. I already know the direction this story will be going for several chapters, but suggestions may alter how the story gets to the intended conclusion. As with previous chapters, I leave the physical description of the players to your imagination, so you can make them to your preference instead of my own.

Accidental Mother and Son

Chapter 4: Shock and Awe

April 17, 2014

It's been a few weeks. I didn't think I would need to continue this journal since I thought I was as far into this as it could go. I was wrong.

Things had initially gone as I expected after Mark found out. The rules put in place were observed, but Mark got creative when it came to observing them. On one occasion he came to me from behind in the morning and told me that at a certain time, he would like me in a skirt and blouse but no panties underneath. He wanted no socks or shoes on my feet and he wanted my hair in a ponytail. I did exactly that. When the time came, I was facing the window looking out into the yard when he approached me.

"Turn around." He said.

I obeyed and was met with Mark standing in the doorway to the kitchen, stark naked and sporting an iron hard cock in hand. He was stroking it while looking at me.

"Touch your tits and pinch your nipples through your bra."

I slowly brought my hands up and did as he asked. He jerked his cock faster.

"Rub your pussy through the fabric of your skirt."

I removed one hand from my breast and did as he commanded me.

One of his hands cupped his balls while he continued jerking his cock. I watched him massage the head of his dick. I rubbed myself a little faster each minute that passed.

"Would you like to fuck me?" I asked, impatiently waiting for him to take me.

"I want you on your knees first."

I obeyed.

He stopped rubbing his cock and walked towards me. As he got closer, I opened my mouth knowing what he wanted. I was happy to do this since his behavior had dramatically changed since our first knowing encounter.

"You know what I want, Mom."

"I do, Son, and my mouth waters for it.'

It was all role play, you see. He wasn't the dominant type. He just liked to act it out sometimes and since I held all the power when it came to sex, I let him play the role. He did it quite well.

He stood directly in front of me, the head of his cock an inch from my open mouth. He reached out and put his hands on both sides of my head.

"Are you going to cum in my mouth?" I asked in a fake begging tone.

"No, Mother. You're going to get my dick wet, then I'm going to cum in your pussy."

"Yes, sir." I said as I resigned to him inserting his cock in my mouth. I sucked it hard and slow until he had enough.

"Stand up." He commanded.

I did, curious how he would continue. Would he attempt to break the rules, turn me around, raise my skirt, and fuck me from behind? Would he resign his stance and let me take control?

"Now, Mother, you will put my dick inside you and allow me to fuck you."

I did exactly that. I was dripping wet and as expected, he slid right in. Just as the first night he fucked me, he put both arms at my sides against the counter and had his way me, or at least as much his way as I would allow. This time, though, he was much more animated and energetic. He fucked me as I expected a young man would and should. As he usually did, he shot his seed deep inside me and insisted I stand there, feeling his cum run down my leg.

He always held me after our sessions. He would hug me and thank me for all I have done for him. The role play would be over and our relationship as mother and son would pick up exactly where it left off. At first, I thought the sex would change every family dynamic we had. I didn't expect that he would be submissive to me after allowing him to dominate me like he did during our encounters.

I enjoyed our time together when his father wasn't here. I felt I had all the answers and things were as I intended. Then, it all seemed to come crashing down. At least, it felt like that at the time. It started when his sister, Maureen showed up.

She had come home from college for spring break. She wasn't the partying type, so he always came home instead of going to those wild college spring break party locales. I was always happy to receive her and kept her room made up. It was during this week that things went even further down the abyss than I thought they could go. I had warned Mark ahead of time that she was coming home and that nothing would be happening between the two of us while she was there. He understood and agreed that it would not be a good idea.

Fucking liar. Me or him, though?

The day after she arrived, we had family movie night. We always set aside one night a week for family night, whether it was to play games or watch TV together. If there were quarrels in the home, we set to always resolve them between our designated nights. There was happiness in the air tonight, yet I sensed my son was uneasy, as if anxious about something. He was hardly paying attention to the movie that was on, despite it being one of his favorites. Maureen also noticed, routinely looking to her side where he sat. She looked him over briefly each time with a tinge of concern about her face.

I waited until the movie was over before confronting him. I didn't want the rest of the evening to continue in relative silence. Thinking back on it, he had kind of been like this since his sister arrived. I don't think it was because her presence was depriving him of me. It was almost as if he needed to say something but didn't know how or when. I didn't know what troubles he could have right then. He's likely not distraught about his father being on business still because as long as this remains true, he could fuck me on command. His sister visiting should have brightened up his spirits since they've always been very close, often sharing bedrooms and staying up all hours of the night playing video games, watching TV or telling stories. Surely, he has missed that since she went off to college.

With the movie over now, I repositioned myself on the couch so that I was now facing Mark.

"Mark, dear, what's on your mind?" I ask him.

He turned to look at me. His expression was blank as he stared as if he had to think about what to say to me. I remember thinking to myself that he never had this problem when his hard cock was in my mouth. He went to speak, then stopped. He did this again and again.

"Mark, it's ok, honey. Come out and say what you have to say. I can't think of anything that should be bugging you as much as it clearly is."

He thought again, "Mom, do you remember when I told that what happened between Kathy and I was a long story?" He asked me, turning to look at his sister. Odd.

I nodded.

"I think it's time to tell you that story. Before I do, I want you to go to the kitchen, get the vodka, orange juice, wine, and a few of Maureen's ales. I'll wait here. When you come back, I'll tell you the story. When I begin, I need you to listen to what I say and think before you react." He said cautiously.

I looked at him strangely and he simply nodded to me. I got up and walked past them into the kitchen to get what he requested. I feel like I may need more wine even though I don't know what he's going to say. I'm glad he said he wouldn't follow me because if he did, I don't know if he would have tried anything or, looking back now, if he would have tried to explain something there absent of his sister.

I placed all the bottles on the coffee table and settled into the couch once again facing my children. He started speaking immediately. Maureen stared at him, equally interested in what he had to say.

"Mom. About a year and a half ago, everything was great between Kathy and I. I could not have imagined a better life and at that time, I would have given it about a year before I asked her to marry me. Then..." He continued, looking at his sister. "I caught her cheating on me." He stopped speaking and turned to look at me. "With Maureen."

I snapped my gaze to Maureen who looked shocked that her brother had brought this subject to light. She stared at her brother with a face that I can only relate to "how could you do this to me?!"

"With your sister?" I asked, to ensure I heard correctly, while also glaring at her.

"Yes. It was before she went to college. I had come home from work and was going to take a nap. I saw that Kathy was over which was nothing out of the ordinary as you're aware." He reminded me. Kathy had a key to the house and often came over to wait for Mark to come home.

"I made my way to my room expecting to lay with Kathy and sleep for a couple hours before dinner. When I opened the door, however, I saw her with her face between Maureen's legs." He said, turning to look at Maureen again.

My glare intensified.

"Mark, why are you bringing this up?" Maureen asked desperately.

Mark put his hand on her leg and told her it would be ok.

"I don't know how you think this will be ok." She responded weakly.

"I stopped, stunned for a second, unable to comprehend what was happening in front of me. I called out to Kathy angrily asking what she thought she was going. She turned her head and looked at me smiling. 'I've gotten wet eating your sister's pussy.' She said, 'Come and fuck me while I lick eat her.' She added. I recall thinking that it wasn't like I was fucking my sister so, I did. I fucked Kathy while she ate out Maureen."

He paused waiting for reaction from me. I reacted by inadvertently keeping my slack-jawed mouth open and ceasing my glare at his sister.

"I know, Mom. At that moment, the logic was sound even though I was technically engaging in a sexual act with my sister. I couldn't help it, though. The scene was playing havoc on my senses and I felt more aroused than I ever had before."

"Was this act what drew you apart?" I asked.

"No, I've only just begun the story."

I was afraid where this was leading, but also intrigued.

"Not long after I started, Maureen pulled away from Kathy and was masturbating nearby as she watched us have sex. Kathy began saying things such like 'Watch her rub her pussy' and 'she wants your dick, Mark' but I thought she was saying that just to turn me on and make me cum. It wasn't long before I was about to do just that. I announced it and Kathy lurched forward."

I looked at Maureen desperately hoping I wasn't about to hear what I thought I was about to hear.

"Without delay, Maureen leaned in and took me in her mouth. Her hand positioned perfectly and together she worked them both until I came in her mouth." He finished... in all manner of speaking.

"Was this the end of it?" I asked again, hoping it would be but at the same time, hoping he grabbed his sister, flipped her over and filled her pussy with his cock as he does mine.

"No. Kathy had to leave shortly after but before she did, she went to shower. When she came out, she saw Maureen riding me cowgirl style. She whispered in my ear that when she returns, she expects me to have energy left to fuck her."

"So, what you're saying is you were fucking both Kathy and your sister. Kathy didn't seem to mind. Maureen clearly didn't mind." I said, turning my stare to his sister. "So, aside from fucking your sister, what was the problem?"

"I was content with that, Mom. I didn't know where it was going, but I was satisfied with everything the way it was, even though it was abnormal, and I couldn't tell a soul about it. We carried on like that most nights, even if Kathy wasn't there. Maureen and I would walk around the house naked when nobody else were here. She would tease me by bending over when she knew I was looking. She would sit on the couch and masturbate knowing I was going to walk by and see..."

"How did I not pick up on any of this?" I interrupted.

"We took advantage of the fact that we had always been close and being behind closed doors together was never brought into question. We would have sex in one of our rooms while you were in here. We would sleep in each other's beds some nights. Kathy would text Maureen while we were having sex for her to come join us. Kathy was quite adventurous as you can tell."

"Fine, I see that. Why, then, did you break up? It seemed everyone was happy with this arrangement, even though it could not last."

"After a few months, it seemed Kathy wasn't happy with what we had and started making other suggestions. At first, I thought it was a scheme to just spin my mind around and make me more energetic. It did, but I didn't like the effect it was having on me. One day, she finally came right out said what she was thinking." He stopped and turned his gaze away from Maureen and I.

I think I knew where this was headed and at that moment, I can tell him that he was probably right to have broken things off. I poured more wine for myself and suggested that they do the same.

"Continue."

"Well, we were out here. I was sitting where you are now, and Maureen was having sex with me. Kathy was sitting next to me fingering herself while also playing with her. She leaned over and said something in my ear that I won't ever forget. She told me she would like to have Maureen between her legs while..." He paused.

"She wanted to involve me, didn't she?" I finished for him.

He nodded and Maureen piped in. "I was also taken back a little by this, Momma." As if she were trying to minimize her role in all this.

I looked at her, nodded, then looked back at Mark. "What did you think about what she said?"

"Maureen stopped moving on me, and I struggled to stay hard. Kathy noticed and I could tell she was embarrassed. She backed away and I could tell she wanted to cry. I tried to console her and tell her that it wasn't what she said, but the magnitude of that concept. The subject matter obviously was of interest to all three of us, but that was such a giant leap and the logistics behind getting something like that accomplished was next to impossible." He said, obviously choosing his words carefully not to alert his sister that he has already had me.

"She was crying and ran to put her clothes back on and before I could talk to her, she left the house. I tried calling and texting her. I was trying to tell her that it was ok, it just was an enormous thing to comprehend at the time. She never responded.

"Is that the end of the story?" I asked, pretending to be deflated.

"Yes, Mom."

I thought about everything he said to me. I kept altering my stare between the two of them. They both looked at me. There were quite a few options for me at this point. I obviously could not get onto Maureen's case for fucking her brother. Perhaps I could have some fun with this, knowing what I know.

"That's quite a story, Mark." I said, sipping my wine. "I don't know if I believe it. Why hasn't Kathy gone shooting off at the mouth all over town about this? It's not a small town, but not big enough where rumors don't fly." I said, repeating something I had already told him before.

"I don't have an answer about Kathy. I don't know what else I can tell you that would make you believe me. I've never lied to you before." He said.

"I know what to do." Maureen said. She then stood up, removed her top. The tossed it on the couch where she was sitting, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and pushed them down and off. She was standing naked in front of her brother. She knelt in front of him and jerked his pants down to just above his knees and buried her face in his lap. The slurping sounds alerted me to the fact that she had his cock in her mouth.

I watched my daughter suck her brother hard. By the looks of it, she knew what she was doing. By using her hands with her mouth, she intended to make him cum soon. I looked directly at Mark.

"Does she know?" I asked sternly.

Maureen stopped sucking her brother's dick long enough to asked me what I meant. Mark shook his head.

"I was asking if Kathy knew that you two carried on like you have after she left." I retorted poorly, knowing that there's likely no way she could have.

Maureen returned to her brotherly love. I tried to plan my next move as I drank my wine and watched my daughter please him. I decided to rock their world just as they had done mine. With Mark watching me, I pushed my pants down to my ankles, exposing my pussy to him for the first time. I smiled as I watched Mark's eyes go wide. I put my finger to my mouth telling him not to make a sound. I wanted Maureen to discover me and be in shock. If that was even possible.

I unbuttoned my shirt and let my tits out into the open air. My nipples were hard, and my pussy was wet. I knew it wouldn't be long. Mark had not seen me naked yet and between his sister blowing him and his mother rubbing her pussy across the room, he would blow his load into her mouth soon enough.

Sure enough, I watched his eyes close tight and he gripped Maureen's hair. "I'm going to cum in your mouth." He announced.

"Do it!" she told him.

He grunted and shot his seed deep into her throat and she accepted it all. She waited to ensure he was finished before removing herself from his cock. She looked into his eyes and smiled before standing and turning to me, no doubt to ask if that was proof enough. Instead, she got a shock of a lifetime.

"MOM!!" She screamed.

"You think you're the only one around here with urges?" I said smiling. "I think we need to talk, my dear."

"I think we do." She said, "But carry on, Mom."

I did exactly that. I used my fingers on my clit, as I began to tell the story of the first time Mark put his cock in me and the times following that. I dipped my fingers inside to get them wet then back to my clit. I told her how he thought I was Kathy as he fucked me in the kitchen. I also told her of the time I sucked his dick in his bed and pretended fuck him while he thought I was a stripper. I looked at Mark and his cock was rock hard again.

"Fuck your sister, Mark. I want to watch while I tell her the rest. Maureen, get on your hands and knees and guide your brothers cock into your pussy. Accept his cock inside you and watch me as I tell you how he dominates me most nights. How he demands me get on my knees and open my mouth."

I continued fingering my clit and pussy while I told her of the time I woke him from his sleep by getting him hard and mounting his cock. How I begged for his cum as he fucked me. How he gave it and I tortured him by using my muscles to keep him hard as I fucked him. By now, I was jabbing two fingers madly in and out of my pussy. I wanted my son's cock.

"Stop fucking her and put your dick inside me." I demanded of Mark. "You're going to cum over and over again as you fuck us all night." I said, realizing family night has taken on a new and wonderful meaning.

He positioned his cock at my entrance and Maureen helped guide him in. She then lay back on the floor and began rubbing her pussy as he began pumping his dick in and out of my pussy.

"Do you like my body, Mark?"

"Yes."

"Do you enjoy fucking me and playing with my bare tits?"

"Yes."

"Do you like Maureen watching you fuck me?"

"Yes, I do."

"Would you like to see Kathy eat her pussy while you fuck me?"

He stopped pumping me and smiled. "I would."

"Don't stop!" I demanded.

He continued fucking me as I hatched a plan in my head to reunite my son with his love.

"Are you close to cumming?" I asked

He said it wouldn't be long. "When you are ready, pull your cock out and stand up. I will sit up on the couch. I want your cum all over my tits."

It wasn't long before he said it was time. As I said I would, I sat put and held my tits in my hands, pushing them up and together ready to accept his sperm. He didn't disappoint. Shot after shot of cum fell on my chest and tits. It was surprising how much he had after shooting a load into his sister's mouth not too long ago. He fell to the couch nearly out of breath.

"Mom, you haven't cum yet. May I help?" Maureen asked.

"Yes, love, I would love your help." I said smiling at her. I lay back down and opened my legs. I could feel my son's cum start running down my tits onto my stomach. My daughter planted her mouth on my clit and her hands went to my tits. She massaged her brother's cum into my skin, ensuring nothing was missed. I put my hands on the back of her head and held it still as I gyrated my hips on her face.

"God, you're good at this. I'm going to cum soon!"

She inserted two fingers inside me and sucked my clit hard into her mouth and my body started shaking. I was cumming all over my daughter's face. I didn't know she was rubbing her own pussy and me cumming lit her fire and I could tell her body was also convulsing. We both came together in a magnificent moment.

I admit now that it all happened so fast and not a single one of us expected any of that to happen that night. We all lay recovering, but I wasn't finished with them yet. I told them to finish their drinks and get showers.

"The night has only just begun." I said, "As if it wasn't already, we're going to have a night to remember. But first, Mark, the first time we were together, you suggested that the concept of having sex with me was weird, even for Kathy."

"I was drunk, Mom. I couldn't remember a single event of that night. You probably shouldn't lend any truth to the things I said."

"I see. So, you getting upset and telling me that Kathy was not having sex with you as often as you liked was another drunken profession?" I ask, mocking his drunken antics.

He laughed, "I couldn't imagine why I would have said that, except maybe that she had her face in Maureen's pussy more often than my dick in hers."

"Go get your showers. When you're done, come to my room and be naked. No fucking each other until you come into my bed. If you find me with a vibrator in my pussy, join in as you see fit. If not, feel free to start and I will find a place to join." I told them and waited for them to leave. I watched Maureen's ass as she walked away.

"I want her pussy." I thought to myself. "I'll have that tonight. What I really need to figure out is how to get Kathy into the fray." I then reflected again on the events that took place and realized that despite what I wrote earlier, things did not come crashing down. They were, instead, rebuilt, reinforced, and are now able to endure what other families could not.

In the next and possible final chapter, mom attempts to lure Kathy into a foursome with her and her children and attempt to rekindle the love between her and Mark.

Thank you for reading!



05




This series is being re-addressed after a long period of time by request. I had forgotten that Chapter Four promised at least another chapter so here is that chapter and more may come. Additionally, I have re-read the first four chapters and found that I did not like the journal style I used, so this chapter will resume where chapter four left off, but in story mode. Finally, after looking through those chapters, I realized what a few commenters were talking about regarding my previous issues with mixing tenses and not editing out easily fixed errors. In the last year or so, I've come a long way so you'll find less errors; helping you stay engaged in the story.

Thanks to @bailey_iv for revitalizing my interest in this series.

As always, all characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age.

If you haven't read the first four chapters, please do so. The direction the series takes in this chapter revolves around information revealed in the previous chapters. Thanks for taking the time to read!

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Accidental Mother and Son

Chapter 5: Love, Re-Ignited

In my haste to prepare myself for my children's voracious sexual appetite, I showered, got into bed with them, and forgotten to draw the curtains on the windows. I was woken by the early morning rays of sunshine as they powered through the weak blinds we installed not long ago. I rubbed my eyes in order to better focus my vision and looked over at my beautiful children who were still sleeping next to me. Mark was on his back with the sheet pulled up only to his waist. Maureen was laying against him with her hand under the sheet. I couldn't help but think they both fell asleep with her rubbing his cock, no doubt discussing the events of the evening after I fell asleep.

I slid out of bed without disturbing them and covered them with the comforter that was bunched up at the end of the bed. I put on my robe, put my phone in my pocket, and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. I had a mission that morning and that mission was to get ahold of Kathy since I knew the details of how she and Mark split up. I had every intention of doing it while the kids slept and with some luck, I would get her to agree to meet me for lunch where I could talk to her in private, but in public. I enjoyed the concept of bringing someone to a public place to discuss a private matter in case the reaction was not as I would have hoped. It would likely minimize any kind of attention-getting response.

"How will I get her to come talk to me after all this time?" I thought as I waited for the Keurig to finish delivering my morning beverage.

After adding cream and sugar to my coffee, I took it and my phone out to the front porch to sit as I often did. I avoided the back deck since my children would likely be able to hear me speaking from my bedroom window.

As I said, I unlocked my phone and scrolled to Kathy's number. Before I hit 'call,' I tapped the 'send message' button to relive our previous texts to see if there were any clues I might have missed that could indicate she had a thing for Maureen or even me.

I scrolled through and noticed a happy, bubbly girl with the text style that usually accompanied such personalities. There were lots of smiley emoji's but also a lot of winking smileys. I didn't want to read too much into that, so I proceeded to call her. It rang several times before she answered.

"Hi, Mrs. J!" she said happily. I was glad she seemed happy to hear from me.

"Hi Kathy! I woke up early this morning and realized it's been a long time since we talked," I said, leaving it at that to gauge her response.

There was a sound like a yawn from her end.

"It has! I have not been over in months!" she said almost as if she couldn't believe it herself.

"I know, dear. I asked Mark what was going on, but he never got around to telling me what was happening," I offered.

She was silent for a few moments.

"Yes, ma`am. We haven't seen each other for a while," she said in a lower, not so happy tone.

"Well, dear, I didn't call to harass you about all that," I said dismissively, "I actually wanted to see if you would like to go have lunch with me today and maybe catch up? I always enjoyed having you around and if that's not going to happen, then I'd like to catch up once in a while."

"I would enjoy that, I think," she said; her tone instantly changing back to happiness. "Where are you going to eat?"

"I was thinking the little corner deli place downtown. Someone at work told me they have the very best sandwiches," I lied.

"I would love to meet you there! If you can text me the directions and the time you want to meet, I would love to play catch up and see what's been going on with you," she said. She was genuinely happy to come visit with me.

"I will do exactly that after I have..." I started before she interrupted.

"Your morning coffee!" she said loudly before cackling with delight.

I couldn't help but smile broadly.

"You know me all to well, sweetheart!" I said, intentionally trying to cozy up to her.

I hung up the phone and texted her the information before finishing my coffee and going back inside.

I went to the kitchen and put my cup in the sink before heading back to my room. When I arrived, I stood in the doorway watching my daughter slowly ride her brother's cock up and down beneath the sheet. I was never much of a voyeur, but I enjoyed watching them. I could watch those two fuck for days.

"Maureen, slide that sheet down. I want to see his dick going in and out of you," I said from the doorway.

She turned and smiled at me while she sat upright, allowing the sheet to slowly slide down her ass. She pushed it further down Mark's legs so I could see before leaning back down. The slow, gentle pace reminded me more of love than just fucking. As brother and sister, I knew they loved each other. I was curious, however, if maybe they were falling in love.

"Time will tell," I thought to myself as I removed my robe and sat on the chair on the other far side of the same wall the door was on.

I opened my legs and used my middle finger to rub my clit as I watched my son and daughter make love to each other.

"If only I can get Kathy here before my husband comes home," I thought to myself. "I would enjoy watching her and Maureen in a sixty-nine while Mark fucks me. Oh, what about my husband," I thought. "How could I bring him into this? Would he fuck his little girl while she ate some pussy or sucked her brother's cock?"

I fantasized about the future of sex in the house while I watched the scene unfold on the bed in front of me. I wanted to stand on the bed next to them and have Mark finger me while I got off, but they were having a special moment together. I heard them whispering things to each other as she rode him softly. So many thoughts and emotions ran through me watching them that I came very quickly. My pussy was getting sore, but I came regardless. My body shook in the chair until my orgasm subsided.

When I came to, I looked over and Maureen had her head turned to look at me. She was smiling.

"Do you like watching us, Mama?" she asked.

I nodded and smiled back at her. I walked up to them and hung my tits down and let each of them suck on a nipple.

"I'm going to shower and head out. I have some shopping to do, then will be meeting a friend for lunch," I informed them. "I'll be back around two, I think. Don't be fucking all day. I may want some later and don't need you two down for the count."

"May?" Mark asked after releasing my tit.

I nodded, "Baby, there's a lot happening, and I don't think we're in a hurry to jam everything in during a short time. Let's pace ourselves?" I offered.

Mark nodded solemnly at me while Maureen continued to focus on her task. I walked around the bed and headed into the bathroom to get my shower.

When I was done, my bed was abandoned and made up with no sounds to be heard anywhere else in the house. I got dressed and wandered around the house looking for the two of them before heading out onto the deck where I found them.

"Ok, I'm headed out. I'll not be too long. Thank you for making my bed!" I said, winking at them. They looked up at me from their books. Maureen waved and Mark winked back at me.

"Enjoy your lunch, Mom. We're going to relax today and just hang out and read and maybe watch a few movies," he informed me.

"I wouldn't mind watching a couple tonight," I replied. "Another family night! This time, without all the confessions?" I asked, shifting my stare to both of them individually.

"I think all the beans are on the floor, Mom," Mark responded.

I nodded and closed the door.

"For now," I thought as I walked out of the front door.

I had no intention of doing any shopping. I asked Kathy to meet me at the deli at 11 and, as predicted, she was already seated in one of the outdoor tables with an iced tea.

"She hasn't changed. Hopefully she remembers what happened between her and Mark. Hopefully she still enjoys the activities she initiated. Hopefully she won't get upset with me for bringing up the past," I thought.

I walked into the deli and informed the server that my other party was already seated, and I made my way there. When Kathy saw me, she hurried to stand and meet me as I walked closer to her. She hugged me tightly and sat back down.

"Thank you for inviting me to lunch. It's been so long since we've talked!" she started.

"I know, I miss having you around the house as often as you used to be. Well, I guess I miss having you at the house at all, actually," I made sure to note.

"I know. I wish I could, but things happened that I don't think can be fixed. Such is the way sometimes with love," she pondered out loud.

The conversation was headed exactly where I wanted it to go, only quite a bit faster than I anticipated.

"It's doesn't always have to be the way, sweetie. Like I told you, I asked Mark what happened, and he never really told me anything. Would you be willing to enlighten me?" I asked, pretending as best I could to act like I didn't already know.

She looked around nervously then back at me, "It's kind of embarrassing, to be honest!"

I leaned in and put my hand on hers, "Breakups are never fun and often are embarrassing when you look back at them," I said trying to put her at ease.

She put her hands in her lap and looked down. I knew she was picking at her fingernails. She did that when she was nervous.

"Stop picking at your nails, darling. You can tell me," I assured her again.

She let out a small sigh as she smiled.

"You know me too well, but I assure you, you don't know everything," she said. I felt as if that was her way of starting her story.

"Oh?" I said, feigning ignorance.

She looked around again. When she noticed nobody within earshot, she began her story. She told it to me almost exactly how Mark told me up to the part where she suggested I join them.

"Then what happened?" I asked, pretending I wasn't making the connection between her story and why they broke up.

She pouted in her chair a little.

"Mrs. J, I don't think I want to say. I know what I just told you is hard enough to swallow, but anything more and I might upset you or make things worse. You know, let me just say that I suggested something while we were in the thick of it one day and their response was not what I expected and I left feeling embarrassed and never contacted them again," she admitted.

"I can't imagine what could be so bad. Maureen is pretty so I can understand why you would find her attractive and while I can't say I fully understand their behavior, I certainly don't fault you," I lied.

Kathy looked me over in detail. She looked into my eyes and debated her next move.

"I think you're pretty," she said quietly.

"Thank you, baby," I said with a large smile on my face. "I think you're attractive as well," I added as I took a sip of my water. "I can see why Mark picked you out of the crowd."

She blushed lightly and looked almost defeated.

"I'm going to tell you, but I need you to promise not to be mad at me," she said, looking down at her lap.

I shifted my chair over until I was sitting next to her and took her hand in mine.

"Can I be as frank as possible with you right now?" I asked.

She nodded without looking at me.

"You were in love with Mark. You brought Maureen into it which makes me think you love her, even if just a little. I don't think anything you say to me will be so bad that it will break the trust I have in you," I said, doing my best to comfort her and put her at ease.

She violently turned her head and began speaking quickly.

"I suggested that you should join us. I wanted you naked with us. I wanted you to be a part of everything we were doing," she said as her voice began to crack. "I wanted to make love to you. I wanted to watch Mark with you. I love all of you so much!" she added before breaking down completely.

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close.

"Kathy, it's ok. I understand your feelings and I'm not mad at you at all," I started. "We all love you and we all miss you, including Mark."

"How do you know?" she sniffled.

"It's your turn not to be mad, ok? I have a feeling you won't be, but you need to promise," I said as I extended my pinky finger.

She smiled broadly and intertwined her finger with mine, "Pinky promise!" she said while still sniffling.

I looked around before leaning in close to her and whispering, "I know that you ran out of the house the day that happened. I already knew what you asked. You read their reaction incorrectly," I said. "They weren't disgusted with you. They were speechless. They didn't know what to say, but their love for you didn't die that day, I promise you."

"How do you know all that?" she asked, looking defeated again.

"That's a longer story. I have a confession, though," I offered.

She wiped a tear off her cheek and looked at me in confusion. It was time to drop the bomb.

"I thought of you naked this morning while I masturbated watching Maureen and Mark fuck on my bed," I stated bluntly and waited.

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"And that was after a late-night fuck session the three of us had," I admitted blankly.

I waited impatiently for her response. I watched her face for any reaction I could identify. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes stared at me without movement for several minutes.

"Kathy, I need you to say something, please," I asked of her.

"I'm so sorry, I guess the face I was making was probably the same face Mark and Maureen made to me," she surmised.

"I would guess that might be accurate," I added.

"You're ok with all this?" she asked.

I nodded quickly, "Yes, but there's some issues to be worked out. That's why I'm here. As I mentioned, Mark misses you terribly. He's taken up some bad habits since you left."

We ordered food and I told her the story of how everything came to be. She ate slowly and listened intently as I spoke each word. It was an emotional roller-coaster for her as she listened to me tell about how he fucked me for the first time and how I had to manage him trying to fuck me more often than not. I told her how I finally had to tell him what had been going on and how he took it. I ended with the evening of confessions the night before.

"How did I misread them so much? I was supposed to be in love with him, but I doubted him so quickly," she said before she paused. "Is he at home now?!" she said excitedly.

I put my hand out and smiled, "Whoa, baby girl, let's not rush. I have an idea I'd like you to think about."

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited to see him again if that's something he wants," she said rather loudly.

"I really think he wants that. They both do, but it would be a big shock if they weren't warmed up first, you know?"

She nodded happily as she prepared to listen to my plan.

I briefed her on the plan and asked if it would be something she could do. She nodded quickly and informed me that she had not been with anyone else, male or female, since that day and she was excited to be with them both again.

She looked behind her briefly, before turning to look at me, "I'm also interested in you," she said as she reached over and dipped a finger in the "V" of my blouse and pulled lightly.

I allowed her to pull me in close to her, "I want to watch Mark and Maureen ravage that hot little body of yours first, love."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm so thankful for you Mrs. J," she said before releasing me.

"Maybe it's time you just called me Judy," I said.

She nodded.

We finished the rest of the meal actually catching up with each other and I walked her to my car when we were done. I was parked where the driver's side door was hidden from view and when we got there, she went to hug me again. Instead of returning the hug completely, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and slowly pulled her head back. I leaned down and kissed her neck softly then moved up and kissed her lips the same way.

"I'll see you at 8?" I asked after letting her go.

She put a couple fingers on her lips and smiled lightly as she nodded, "I wouldn't miss it, Judy."

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There will be a chapter six coming soon. How will Judy prepare Mark and Maureen for Kathy's re-emergence in their lives? How will Judy prepare her husband for what's been happening in the family household?

Stay Tuned!




06




This is chapter six of a multi-part series. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I would recommend doing so. As always, all characters in my stories are eighteen or older.

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6: The Plan

The meeting with Kathy was more successful than I could have imagined. I concocted the plan I mentioned to her while I was on my way to the deli with the hopes that we would even get to the point where I could bring it up, let alone her go along with it.

I initially was going to have her wait to show up and get Mark prepared for a surprise, but I didn't want to leave Maureen out of it all. With her at home only for spring break, I felt like I needed to hurry things along. All that, plus the fact that their father would be home in a few days. If I could swing it, I could make get Maureen in on that action. On the flip side, I also considered waiting until after she left to let him know. I would then call her and tell her all about how he wanted to fuck her. Torture really wasn't my style.

I pulled into the house and took a deep breath. I had a plan to carry out.

"Get out of the car and go carry out your plan," I told myself.

I wasn't ready. What if Mark is over her? We never talked about that!

"I'm just going to have to wing this," I said out loud as I took the keys out of the ignition and opened the car door.

I walked inside where the kiddos were cleaning up their lunch mess.

"Hi, Mom!" Maureen said with a mouth full of food. She almost choked with laughter.

"Serves you right for speaking with your mouth full!" I said as I walked up to her. I gave her what would have normally been a quick hug, but as she was about to pull away, I sucked her ear lobe into my mouth and slowly released it, making small slurping noises as I did.

I winked at her as I moved over to mark and did the same, except placing my hand in his crotch and rubbing his dick through his pants.

"Looks like someone is ready!" Mark announced loudly.

"Nope, just teasing ... for now," I said as I winked at him before turning towards my bedroom.

"Didn't find anything shopping, Mom?" Maureen asked.

I turned around and feigned annoyance, "No! The guy I spoke to yesterday said they had the pants I was looking at online in the store and they didn't! They were cute, too! They only had certain sizes online and said I needed to check a local store for availability and sizing."

Mark rolled his eyes and Maureen joined me in my fake annoyance.

"That's why I hate going into stores. People are rude!" she announced.

I nodded and continued to head to my room. I put my purse on my dresser and changed into more relaxing clothes. Mark and Maureen were on the couch flipping through the cable guide looking for something to watch.

"What are we watching?" I said as I sat next to Maureen.

"Don't know yet, doesn't seem like much to watch mid-afternoon," Mark mentioned.

We watched some random shows and I was pretty sure we all took turns sleeping. It was 5 PM when I looked at the clock and mentioned making dinner. Maureen jumped at the chance to help me and Mark said he would find a movie for us to watch after dinner.

We went to the kitchen and starting prepping. I was chopping veggies on the counter when Maureen came up behind me and began to softly kiss me on my neck. I slammed the knife down on the counter and closed my eyes. As her kisses became sarcastically long, her arms reached underneath mine and her hands were covering my boobs. When she realized I wasn't wearing a bra, she moved her hands under my shirt and gave my nipples some extra attention.

"Maureen, baby," I whispered.

"Shhh, Mom, let me do this," she whispered back before returning to her kissing.

I gripped the edge of the countertop as her soft hands glided over my tits and massaged each one.

"I love this," I said, realizing neither of them knew my body very well. While Mark had fucked me several times, he was drunk and didn't pay much attention to anything but his needs.

"Me too," she whispered.

"Baby, I want to continue this after dinner. I want bathe you and tell you a little secret."

She hugged me tightly, "What secret?"

"I'll tell you later," I responded.

She smooched the back of my neck and let me get on with getting dinner ready. As I chopped veggies, she prepared the meat next to me and engaged me in small talk.

"Mom."

"Yes, honey?"

She turned and looked at me, "What do you think everything that's happened? Crazy isn't it?"

I stopped cutting and exhaled, "It's beyond crazy, Maureen. This is absolutely insane. I mean," I said, pausing while looking straight ahead, "I'm fucking my own children!" I added, opening my eyes wide as I spoke those words.

Maureen didn't say anything.

"But it's also exhilarating. I couldn't see developing a relationship in this instance, but my god, it's such a turn on watching your brother fuck you. I don't even need a dick in me to get off when I watch you two. Like I said, it's insane."

Maureen furled her brow as she thought.

"What do you mean by 'relationship?'" she asked me.

I dropped my knife and turned my body towards hers as I remembered my thoughts from earlier as I watched her and Mark slow-fuck in my bed.

"I simply mean while I thought the concept of fucking a biological family member was insane, it's impossible for me to think of engaging in a real, lover/lover relationship with them."

I put on my "mom face" and looked at my daughter as she prepared her response in her head. I felt as if an admission was about to happen. As she continued to think, I decided to probe her thoughts a little with questions of my own.

I turned and resumed my veggie chopping before asking "So, what do you think of it all?"

"I enjoy it. I know I shouldn't and if anyone found out I would be labeled a freak, but I enjoy it a lot," she said.

"Do you enjoy it because of the people involved or because you can get sex whenever you want it?" I asked, jabbing her in the side with my elbow.

"Mom!" she said laughing, "I love both of you and you know that. Maybe I am a bit of a freak, but when Kathy came on to me, I already knew I was into girls so that part didn't bother me."

"What about the fact that you were having sex with your brother's girlfriend?"

"I knew it was risky, but I also considered the idea that Mark my find it hot," she admitted as she finished cutting the meat and went to get the seasonings.

"Did Kathy broach the possibility that Mark could walk in and catch you?"

"No, it was just something that happened in the moment. I think Kathy knew it was a very good possibility. I also read her level of confidence and I think she knew Mark would be into it."

"That girl..." I said, intentionally leaving it open ended.

I caught Maureen looking at me out of the corner of her eye, "She's amazing, Mom. She's sweet, caring, and as you now know, loaded with dirty little secrets!"

"I see that now. You made a face when I said I couldn't imagine a relationship. What was on your mind?"

I heard her set the bottles of seasonings down on the counter and go silent for a while. I turned to face her again.

"Tell me, Maureen," I said, indicating I knew what was on her mind.

She turned to look at me and leaned back against the adjacent counter. She folded her arms and stared at me. I took her new position as a defense mechanism as if she were needing protection from me after what she was about to say. I walked up to her, put my hands on both her cheeks and leaned in a kissed her lips softly.

"Baby, I watched you and Mark this morning. You weren't fucking. It looked to me like you were making love. I saw you purposefully going slow as you two whispered to each other. I couldn't hear what you were saying from where I was, but my imagination probably isn't far off from the truth."

I thought that might dredge her thoughts out of her, but she continued to stare intently at me.

I rolled my eyes slightly to display my temporary impatience, "Are you falling in love with your brother?"

Her face turned bright red and I knew her well enough to know that she was about to lose control. I wrapped my hands around her wrists and pulled her to me into a strong hug.

"I'm not telling you it's bad," I whispered in her ear, "But we need to talk now rather than later."

I broke off the hug and took hold of her wrist with my hand and pulled her with me. I dragged her with me out of the kitchen and yelled to Mark.

"Mark! I need to talk to your sister. You can either finish what I was making or order a pizza, we don't care. Just don't come into my room."

I didn't wait for an answer as I pulled her into my room and into the master bathroom.

"Turn the water on and take your clothes off," I demanded as I began to take off my own clothes.

When we were naked, I looked her over and decided she needed a shave to go along with our bath and talk. Before that happened, I pulled her to me and gently hugged her.

"I enjoy feeling your skin touch mine," I said.

"Me too."

"Ok, let's get in the bath before the water cools off. I'm going to sit behind you and wash your hair and stuff while I talk."

She did as I asked, and I began wetting her down as I spoke. My first sentence was sure to get her attention.

"I had lunch with Kathy today."

Maureen quickly turned her upper torso and looked at me with saucer-sized eyes. She had a hint of a smile on her face.

"After hearing the whole story, I felt bad for her and for Mark. They should never have stopped talking if either of you three would have used your words," I criticized.

She was still looking at me.

"I explained to her what your surprised faces meant and that obviously begged the question how the discussion even came about," I said.

"I would say so!"

"Hush! I met with her in public because I knew I was going to tell her what we had been up to and how that got us into the discussion about her and Mark. Long story short, she almost broke down when I told her that Mark was upset that she left him and that I would enjoy having her back at the house."

I poured shampoo in my hand and began to apply it as I waited for her to respond. She slowly turned around so I could wash her hair before she asked her first question.

"So, she knows you're involved with us?"

"Yes, she had to know."

"What did she say?"

"After the initial shock, we discussed how attractive we found the other. She admitted she wanted me."

"What about us?" she said, referring to her and Mark.

"She never wanted it to end. While she never said it, I'm sure she still loves him."

I added that comment to gauge her reaction since she still had yet to admit to me that she was falling in love with her brother. I didn't get much of a reaction. At least not one that I could see. I needed to forward this conversation.

"Do you love Kathy?"

There was no immediate answer.

I prodded her some more, "Baby, I need to know."

She simply nodded.

"Do you see why I needed to speak to you sooner?"

Maureen turned to look at me and shook her head.

"I think you're falling for your brother or may be already in love. Mark doesn't know it. I don't think he does, anyway. You also love Kathy. Mark loves Kathy. See where I'm going with this?"

Maureen smiled.

"Mom, I told him that I had different feelings for him this morning while we were whispering to each other. He admitted there was also something flowing around inside him. I think we're still in the exploration stage of what's going on."

She said that as if she were informing me that I was wrong, but I had a bigger concern.

"It's nice that you both communicate, but what I'm trying to tell you is that Kathy will be re-introduced into his life. I don't want him to hurt you inadvertently by rushing to her and putting you on the back burner, so to speak," I warned her.

The expression on her face changed to that of instant realization.

"Uh huh. That's what I needed to talk to you now about instead of waiting until later. I don't think he'll do it, but it's within the realm of possibility."

Her expression changed again to that of mild dismissal.

"I think Mark knows I like her, too. I don't think it's as risky as you might think, but it makes me feel good to know you're still the Mom who will always look out for me."

I finished rinsing the shampoo from her hair and began conditioning it.

"You know there's nothing that could ever make that stop happening."

She turned to look forward again.

"You mentioned re-introducing her to Mark. Did you two talk about when that would happen?"

A broad smile grew on my face as I kneaded the conditioner into her hair and scalp.

"Tonight."

"WHAT THE..."

"Shhhh!" I loudly whispered. "Why do you think we're in here? I want to get you ready. Plus," I said knowing I was being a bit selfish, "I wanted some quiet time with you. She will be here at eight."

"Holy shit," was the quick response. "I'm sure you have a plan. Or is she going to just waltz into the house?"

"She's going to walk in, but what I thought I wanted to happen, I don't think will be good."

"So, what's going to happen?"

I rinsed the conditioner from her hair as I thought about how the evening should play out. Maureen knew I was thinking and didn't say anything to distract me. I went over as many possibilities as I could in my head before deciding on the most beneficial for everyone. I was the least involved with the three of them so, it made sense for me to not be immediately involved.

"I'm going to tell your brother that I want him and that he should get a shower. You can play with me to get him worked up if you like."

Maureen smiled and turned around. "Can I play now?" She put her hands on my shoulders and began to slowly slide them down my chest.

I smacked her hand, "Stop! I need to tell you the rest. When he goes to shower, we can mess around or just wait for her to show up. I told her that when she walks in, to remove as much of her clothes as she wanted. Now, I'll tell you, that was after she dipped her finger into my blouse and pulled me to her. That makes me think she'll be wearing next to nothing, if anything at all when she walks into the living room."

"Then what?" she asked excitedly.

Maureen was so excited that Kathy was coming over. I knew I made the right decision.

"Since I've already had my re-introduction with her today, I'll hand her over to you. I'm sure you two will have some ... catching up to do."

Maureen smiled wickedly.

"I think we do! What will you do?"

"I will leave you two alone and go to my room and lock the door for a while," I said matter-of-factly.

She looked at me curiously, "Why?"

"Well, I figured you two could have some fun and when Mark is done, he'll walk into the living room and find you two like he did the first time."

Maureen looked like I had given her a new car.

"That's genius, Mom! Omigosh!"

I smiled and leaned in to kiss my daughter. It was always such a thrill to me when my children were excited like that. It was in that moment that I had another idea.

"I need your help with something, though," I told her.

She nodded quickly as her smile persisted on her face.

"I want to set up your phone to video chat with me and put it in a place where we can see Mark enter the room as well as the couch and as much of the floor as we can get. I think we can do that once he goes to get his shower."

Maureen looked at me suspiciously but still smiling, "One might think you're a master planner in matters like these!"

"I'm surprising myself, baby girl. It's pretty hot all this going on. I'm still trying to figure out whether to get your Dad in on all this or to keep him in the dark."

We took a little while longer getting her mound shaved and finishing up our baths. We both got into our pajamas and went out into the living room where Mark was flipping through channels.

"It's about time! Pizza is on the table in the kitchen," he said, still looking at the TV.

I enacted our plan. I moved over to Mark and straddled him as he sat on the couch. He put the remote down and put his hands on my butt.

I put my hand between us and rubbed his hardening cock. "I want to feel this inside me."

"Funny, so do I!" he said happily.

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 7:48.

"Why don't you go get a shower and come out here with this cock good and hard for me?"

"I got on this morning, though?" he reminded me. Damnit!

"I'd like to get that fresh body wash smell on you!" I said truthfully.

"Ok, I can do that. Let me see these first," he requested as he placed his hands directly on my boobs.

I grabbed his wrists with my hands. "You can have those and more when you come back!"

He rolled his eyes. To satiate him a little, I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "When you come back, you'll get all you ever wanted!"

He smiled at me suspiciously but got up and left regardless. When I heard the shower start, I began to position Maureen's phone in a place where I could get the best view. I made sure my phone was connected to the chat service and began the call. As it ran, I went into the kitchen and told Maureen she needed to be naked before Kathy showed up.

She almost choked on her pizza with excitement as she stood up and quickly got naked in the kitchen and finished her bite.

"You're so pretty, Maureen," I said, admiring her.

She ran up to me and hugged me tightly.

"I want you naked with me on the couch, too, Mom."

"I want that too, baby."

She followed me to the living room as I took off my shirt. She sat on the couch and opened her legs. I pushed my pajama bottoms down and got on my knees between her legs. I made love to her pussy with my tongue. I was slow and deliberate, and she began to purr.

In the middle of it all, the front door opened.

I snapped my eyes open and looked up at Maureen just as she did the same to me.

"Close your eyes, baby. Let her walk in."

We heard shuffling around, and I dug in, sucking her clit into my mouth. Her hands gripped my head as she ground her pussy into my mouth.

I ceased paying attention to anything...

Until my husband yelled from the kitchen "What the hell, Judy!?"

***

This is the part where I wish I could make interactive stories where you choose where you want it to go, then come back and explore the other parts. I had two endings here I really wanted to explore but could only go with one.

By endings, I mean for this chapter. With this ending, there's at least two more chapters coming. I hope you enjoyed this one and what's yet to come.



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This is the final chapter in this series. A final 'Thank You' to @bailey_iv for reinvigorating my interest in this series. Thank you for everyone's continued support in this series. I hope you keep reading my stories and write some of your own!

Chapter 07: All's Well That Ends Well

"What the hell is going on?" Mike asked loudly from the breezeway between the kitchen and living room.

I removed myself from my daughter's pussy and stood up trying to compose myself even though I was nude.

"Baby, don't! Come talk to me!" I said as I watched Maureen back away from me and cover her private parts.

"Judy, what are you doing?" he yelled.

"Baby, I need you to come in here and sit down," I said as I looked at Maureen.

"Maureen, what is going on?" he asked, looking at her.

She looked at me in despair and I shrugged my shoulders and thumbed her away from the room.

"Judy! TALK TO ME!" he yelled louder as his focus was back on me.

"Baby, I need you to come in here. I have a lot to explain," I told him.

"I'll fuckin' say you do." he said mildly as he walked into the living room. His hands were in his pockets and he refused to sit.

"Baby, please sit down, I don't know why you're here right now, but I have a lot to tell you," I pleaded.

He watched as Maureen ran away from the room covering her private areas as best she could as she ran. He motioned towards her as she ran away and looked at me, demanding an explanation.

I patted the seat on the couch without bothering to cover up my nudity.

"Sit down here, baby. I have a lot to explain. Can you be open minded for a moment?"

He nodded slightly indicating his limited patience with me at the moment. He still refused to sit. I sat so I didn't appear to challenge him or make him feel his position was unjustified.

I spent a lot of time ensuring the words I sent to him were spent in a manner that he could understand and appreciate. I started explaining Mark's troubles with Kathy and how that led him to a drinking problem that would ultimately lead to him thinking I was Kathy.

He shot his arm up, pointing it down the hall. "What does this have to do with your having your face between our daughter's legs?" he loudly whispered.

Water began to build up in my eyes. "Baby, I was scared of him in the same manner I was scared of you all those years ago when you approached me the same way."

His mood suddenly changed. He dropped his arm and listened to me intently as I explained the whole situation.

"Judy, why didn't you talk to me about this before?" he asked.

"I remember the night that transformed you and I wanted to be a part of his transformation myself like I was yours, but he didn't need what you needed. The problem was I didn't know how he would react when he was drunk and I didn't want to be abused like that night when you did that to me," I explained.

A part of me put that to him to make him sympathetic, but also to make him less angry so he would not be able to be mad at me about my actions that night.

"What am I supposed to say right now, Judy?" he asked. "You were licking Maureen's pussy for all I could see."

"It started as I said. I tried to minimize the impact to him by minimizing my contact with him, but it would not have mattered initially since he would not have remembered anything," I said, trying to justify my position.

He put his hands on his hips as he continued to look down on me. "But you kept it going?"

"Well, yes but he doesn't remember most of it. I initially didn't want him to become violent, but then I didn't want him to wake up one morning and realize what he had done."

He looked at me strangely for a while until he began to look at my naked body. He was always a sucker for me being naked and I intended to use that knowledge to my advantage.

"Have you been with Mark?" he asked suspiciously.

"Babe, I told you I was. He fucked me while he was out of his mind drunk," I reminded him.

"Did you like it?" he asked me, dead faced.

I paused for a moment.

"Yes."

He looked at me for a long time without an expression before reacting.

"And you continued letting him fuck you?"

I nodded submissively.

"How the hell does Maureen fit into all this?" His hands went to his face, moved up to his hair, and his palms pushed the skin of his forehead towards the center. It was a lot for him to handle. "Let's just say, for the moment, that I've accepted the events between you and Mark. How did it go from that story, to... this?" he said, his arms stretched wide.

"Baby, there's a lot to say here."

I slithered off the couch and got on my knees in front of him. I put my hands on his knees and slowly pushed them up his legs. Just as my hands were about to meet at his crotch, I heard the front door open.

"Fuck!" I thought to myself. I totally lost all situational awareness with the sudden change in plans. Kathy was walking in and I needed to regain control before Mike lost his mind.

"I'll be right back! Please stay here, everything will make sense soon!" I told him after fishing his cock out of his pants.

He looked at me like his patience was at its limit.

I ran to the door and found Kathy sliding her pants down her legs. Her shirt and bra were already removed. I waited for her to stand up straight and react to me being there.

She jumped and nearly fell over when she stood back up. She looked me up and down and complimented me.

"Wow, Judy. You look delicious!" she said as a smile grew on her face.

"Darling, you are a treat as well!" I whispered. "Small change in plans. Maureen knows you're coming so if you could, please go to her room first and hang out there. Lock the door behind you so Mark doesn't barge in."

I looked around quickly, "My husband came home unexpectedly and now I have to make things up as I go!"

She put her hands over her mouth, and I nodded at her appropriate response. "Go now so I can diffuse the situation in there," I whispered and pointed toward the living room. "Keep your phone with you so I can let you know when to unlock the door. When you do, you should let him find you and Maureen in a compromising position just like when he first found out. Please, baby, welcome him warmly. I'm certain he will be so excited that you're there."

She nodded and padded quietly towards the hall, out of view of my husband. I spent many years cursing the ridiculous design of that portion of the house, but in that moment, I was thankful.

I went back into the living room and resumed the position I held before.

"What was that?"

"That was Kathy," I said nonchalantly as I wrapped my fingers around his growing dick.

"Am I even in the right house or did I walk into the Bunny Ranch?"

I laughed and began to stroke his cock. "Let me start this crazy story by saying I never intended to keep this from you. I had a plan on how I was going to bring you into it, or at least inform you. You coming home early derailed that plan so, now I have to improvise."

I took turns sucking his cock and telling him the story. I re-told him about how Mark and I started having sex. He seemed more receptive but the look on his face made me feel he wasn't going to just let it all happen. I moved on and introduced Kathy and Maureen into the story and how that came to be.

"Oh, shit. I guess that answers a few questions, but it doesn't really address why your face was between our daughter's legs."

I popped the head of his cock out of my mouth and slowly licked the underside of his cock.

"I'm getting there," I informed him with a wink.

"This is mental abuse," he accused, "blowing me while revealing a secret sex party is completely unfair!" For the first time, I noticed a hint of a smile and a tone of possible acceptance.

Just as I was about to take him into my mouth again, I saw Mark begin to walk into the living room. He got right behind the couch before looking down at me. The look on his face almost made me burst into laughter. He locked eyes with me and realized immediately what needed to happen. He turned and padded slowly out of the living room.

My phone was on the side table closest to my husband. I removed his cock from my mouth and asked him to hand it to me.

"Now what?"

"I'm making sure chaos doesn't interrupt in this fucking house," I said quietly as I stared at my phone. I was a Mom on a mission. I told Kathy to unlock Maureen's door.

"Ok, gotta send one more."

I then thanked Mark for his discretion and said Maureen was waiting for him in her room. I set the phone down next to me without regard to any responses I might get. I resumed the story and the blowjob. We got to the part where I watched our children make love in our bed as I watched when the we both heard Mark yell.

"Kathy!" he said loudly from down the hall.

I stood up and pushed Mike onto the couch and straddled him as I guided his cock into my pussy.

"Ahhhh shit," Mike grunted out as I settled on him.

I sat there and told Mike what was happening.

"Kathy and Maureen are having sex in her room and I set everything up so that Mark would discover them just like he did the day everything changed for the worst. He hasn't seen Kathy in months, and it was all over poor decisions on everyone's part."

I slowly rode his cock up and down and told him about how I went to meet Kathy for lunch earlier that day. I told him how I carefully set everything up with the expectation that he would be home the next day. As I spoke, we could hear loud giggling coming from both girls then the sounds of Mark shushing them.

Mike turned his head to look down the hall, "I don't think they need to worry about keeping quiet. Though, I'm not sure how fond I am of them having sex in our house. Do you intend on continuing this sexual relationship with them?"

I told him I had not gotten that far. Things changed so quickly, and I found myself constantly thinking in the moment. Everything was happening so quickly that I never had time to look more than a few hours ahead and even then, plans often changed.

"So, what do we do now?"

"We have sex right here on this couch," I informed him.

A smile crept across his lips, "I mean after that."

"I think we need to explore this a little more. But I need to throw a small wrench into all this."

He looked confused.

"Maureen has to go back to school soon."

"So? Sounds like Mark and Kathy are back together. What's the problem?"

I could feel Mike beginning to lose his erection. I didn't judge him as I was about to throw him for a loop. I stopped riding his cock and settled down on him.

"Do you want to go get some food and let them have the house for a little while?" I asked. A thought came to mind that I wanted to try out. It would give me a little more idea of his actual thoughts on the matter.

"Sure, it's a bit late but I didn't eat. Based on the pizza on the table missing only a couple slices, I would assume you didn't either."

I shook my head. "Again, things happened so quick. I've been flying by the seat of my pants lately."

"But babe, you don't have any pants on!" he said with a childish smile.

I pulled him to me and kissed him all over his face.

"Thank you for listening to me! I know that in the end, you may not agree with all this, but the fact that you're calmly sitting here and listening means a lot to me, Mike."

The smile on his face grew, "You're sitting on my cock, how could I not just sit here?"

My smile matched his. I got off him and stood there, holding my hand out. He took it after adjusting his pants and we walked down the hall to Maureen's room.

"Now, I have no idea what's happening in here. I'm going to open the door and tell them that we're going out and that they have the house for a bit. Do you want to come in with me?"

He shook his head.

"Ok, I'll be right back."

I opened the door and turned to go inside. My heart melted when my eyes feasted on what was happening. Mark was spooning Kathy with his cock inside her. His arm was wrapped around her and she was pushing back on his dick. His face was buried in the crook of her neck. Maureen was on her side facing Kathy and passionately kissing her. Maureen had a hand on Kathy's hip and another between her own legs. Kathy had one hand on her breast and another on Mark's thigh.

I went back out and motioned for Mike to come see. He shook his head again and I gave him and fake, angry stare. He rolled his eyes and cautiously walked toward me.

"Look at them, babe," I said in wonderment.

He poked his head into the room. His expression changed dramatically. I watched him as I was sure he had a million questions building up in his head. He retreated into the hall and I walked up to the bed. I went to the side Maureen was on and slid my hand against her skin from her calf to her shoulder before kneeling behind her.

"I'm sorry about the sudden chaos and change of plans, but obviously the situation has changed."

Kathy opened her eyes and look at me. Maureen turned her head slightly, acknowledging I was talking to all of them. Mark made a small grunting noise but didn't budge otherwise.

"Your father and I are headed out to get something to eat and talk more about what's been happening. You three have the house to yourselves for a bit. I'll warn you when we're on our way back, but don't be in the living room. Your father is receptive, but not quite accepting it all just yet. That will take time."

I looked at Kathy and it looked like she was experiencing heaven.

"I'm glad you came over tonight, Kathy. I'm happy to see you in the house again."

Mark suddenly picked his head up, "Mom, I don't know what exactly has happened today, but there is no better gift you could have given me to top this."

As he spoke, water filled my eyes and a tear fell down my face.

"I would take the world apart if it meant you would be happy. That goes for all three of you. We'll be back later."

I walked out of the room and quietly closed the door. I dragged Mike into our room so we could get comfortable clothes on. As we entered the room, he spun me around.

"That wasn't just fucking."

He stared dead into my eyes.

"They are in love, Mike. That's what we're going to talk about."

She waited for him to respond with anything but when he didn't, I turned around to get my clothes. We were out of the house and on the road. Instead of discussing the events he witnessed, he told me about his trip and how he had to go on another very soon. He said he only had a few days before he had to hop on a flight.

The schemer within me awoke. "How long will you be gone this time?"

"A Week, but that will be that last one. We're going out to meet a client and once a contract is signed, we have 15 months to research and come up with something. It's an all-hands-on-deck thing with this client."

I kept that information handy for later as I began to formulate some options. Meanwhile, we pulled into the parking lot of one of our favorite eateries. We were seated quickly enough, and he resumed the previous conversation without further delay.

"Do you have any more insight into those three? I mean, what's going on with them? What I saw was not casual in nature."

"I talked to Maureen about it and she said she loved Kathy but stopped short of admitting the same about Mark. She acknowledged there was something there. It looked to me like a pair of lovers in that bed, though."

"I'm guessing Mark and Kathy will resume where they left off. But where they left off included Maureen...and you. Have you been with Kathy?"

I shook my head.

"Do you want to?"

I nodded, "Yes."

The server came to take our orders. I impatiently waited for her to leave. Mark followed her with his eyes as she left then shifted his attention back to me.

"I don't know what to say here, Judy."

"I know. It's a lot and I've thought about it a lot. The way I see it, they're set to go. Mark and Kathy can be happy together and one day have children. Maureen will continue college and if she wants, can explore a relationship with Kathy if Mark is up for it."

"That would be fine if she were gay," he pointed out.

"Well, Mark would be there," I suggested.

"So, you support that?" His voice took on a condescending tone.

He backed me into a corner when I thought I had it all figured out.

"I don't see a problem with it. They're adults and one day Maureen may want to get married and have kids. Until then, if they protect themselves, I don't see a problem with no strings attached sex between them. Not like they would listen if I told them no, anyway."

Mike grunted a hesitant approval. "I don't think I want any part of this, though."

"I can certainly understand. I thought the same thing. I thought that first time with Mark would be the only time. The second time was simply because I didn't want to alarm him. It got carried away from there. Next thing I realize, I've got Mark inside me while he's sober with a naked Maureen nearby."

"How come you let it all happen when it stopped feeling like something you had to do?" he asked in a judging tone.

"Because things got better, Mike!" I started losing my cool. "Mark stopped drinking so much and Maureen has just been a doll to handle since she got here. It was my new adventure!"

The food came and we ate in silence for a while. I let him sit there and think about everything before I said anything.

"What are you thinking?"

"I don't know, Judy. I suppose they can do what they want. I'm not a fan of you having sex with our children."

I had to make him think I agreed with him.

"I wasn't committed to that continuing, anyway. I think the kiddos are happy with each other and Kathy."

As soon as I said her name, I smiled.

"I would like to maybe have Kathy once?" I pleaded.

A smile crept up on his face.

"You sonuvabitch!" I said with a smile. "You probably want to have her, too!" I was trying my best the lighten the mood.

He chuckled lightly. "No, I think I'm a bit old for her liking, but I wouldn't mind watching you two. It would be the fulfillment of a long-time fantasy, though. You know what, I don't know. This is all so sudden, unexpected and kind of weird."

I thought I was getting somewhere.

"I think that's a discussion for another time," I said as I tried to think of what to do. We finished our dinner and I texted Maureen to let them know we were on our way home. She sent me a smiling emoji and nothing else. I spent the silent car ride home thinking of how to move forward. When we pulled into the driveway, Mike informed me that he would be going to bed as he was tired from traveling all day.

"Are you mad about anything?" I asked before he got out of the car.

"No," he responded right away. He leaned in and kissed me. "I just never imagined so much could happen in such a short time away."

"I agree, it was a shock to me when I learned about all the things that were happening right under my nose. I'm going to stay up a bit and talk to those three about their evening and see how everything went."

I lied. I wanted to talk to Maureen about a plan I hatched. I wanted Mark to fuck me one more time. I also wanted to have a little fun with Kathy.

"Ok, I'm interested to see how Mark and Kathy's reunion went as well."

We got out of the car and walked into the house. Maureen was on the couch watching TV. She was in a long t-shirt and panties. She made no effort to be modest around her father when he walked in. That gave me a little more ammo for the plan I had devised.

"Good night, Maureen," he said to her as he passed.

"Night, Daddy!"

I came in and sat next to Maureen. She was still looking down the hall until she heard my bedroom door click shut.

She put her hand on my arm.

"Mom!"

I turned and looked at her. She had a Cheshire grin on her face.

"Kathy and Mark are STILL going at it!" she said with great excitement.

I gently smiled and turned to face her directly. "Maureen, your father and I talked over dinner and he's not overly excited about what's been going on."

"You mean he's against it?"

"He didn't outright say that. He might be just uneasy with the whole thing, but before we got out of the car, the only thing I could be sure of was that he didn't want me involved in it anymore."

I looked around in light paranoia.

A wicked grin grew on my face, "I don't intend to stop now. I also need your help to perhaps change your father's mind."

She bought into my scheming. "Ooh!" she said excitedly.

"Your father has to go on another trip, the last one for a while. He happens to be leaving the day after you, but I need you to convince him that you want him to go on a drive with you back to college and he can fly from the local airport there."

She squinted her eyes a little, "...and what would we do on that road trip?"

I tapped her leg with my hand, "Whatever you want, baby. If you want to talk, talk! If you want to sight see, sight see!"

Maureen put her hands on my shoulders as she gradually straddled my lap. She took her shirt off and pressed her tits into my face.

"What if I want to blow him in the car as he drove?" she said as her hand began to unbutton my jeans and slip past the elastic of my panties. "What if I turn him on so much rubbing my pussy in the passenger seat that he stops to get a hotel room for a few hours?"

I felt her finger penetrate me as her palm pressed hard against my clit.

"It would certainly change his outlook on me fucking Mark and Kathy, which is absolutely what I will be doing the day you two leave."

She continued to finger fuck me.

"What about now, Momma? Now that I'm getting you all wet, are you going to get one more fuck in before bed?"

I nodded blissfully.

"I want to make you cum," I told her. It didn't dawn on my until she started her shenanigans that I might not have any more time alone with her.

"I want you to," she said as she continued pushing her finger in and out of me. "I don't know if there will be any other chance to before I have to leave."

"Lay on the floor, baby."

She kissed me sweetly as she slowly removed her hand from my pants. I didn't bother getting naked, but I helped her out of her clothes. I took a step back and admired her body as she stood bashful in front of me. I went closer to her and pulled her into a hug when I saw Mike peek around the corner.

I was instantly irritated that he couldn't just let me have time with my daughter, but also noticed he wasn't mad. He crept into the kitchen and watched us from behind Maureen. I held her tightly and questioned him with my eyes.

He nodded approvingly and lightly rolled his eyes. I knew he was thinking I was incorrigible, but he had to expect that since he interrupted us, I was going to finish what I started. I motioned again with my eyes for him stand elsewhere as I continued with Maureen. He hid somewhat behind fridge as I laid Maureen down on the floor and got between her legs.

As I pressed my tongue into the bottom of her slit and carefully drove it upward, I opened my eyes and saw Mike still watching us. Since his presence was an unexpected part of my plan, I decided to see if I could continue to alter the plan in my favor. I took my hands off her thighs and used them to push my pants over my ass and down to my knees slowly.

I nearly laughed as the expression on his face changed to disbelief. When he caught me looking at him, his eyes were wide, and he nodded down to me while pointing to me.

I sucked Maureen's clit into my mouth before releasing it and replacing my tongue with my finger.

"Close your eyes, baby. I'll tell you a little story while I made you cum."

As she did, I looked up at Mike and mouthed the word "towel" to him. We were communicating quite well despite no word being spoken. He retrieved one and held it up for me to see.

"Imagine me sucking on this clit," I said as I pressed my finger against it, "while a nice hard dick plows in and out of your hole."

She cooed lightly and moaned as her hips began to move slowly in circles. Her eyes were tightly closed in deep thought. I waved my other hand in front of my eyes and pointed to Maureen's face. He laid the cloth carefully over her eyes.

"Now there's not so much light to intrude on your thoughts. Imagine again that cock sliding in and out of your pussy. You're sitting on him as he pushes his hips up and down, forcing his stiff cock to bury itself deep inside you. I'm straddling his legs, licking your pussy around his cock. I get to taste your combined juices."

She cooed again. When Mike looked at me again, I pointed to him then to the open space behind me. A corner of his mouth rose in a sly grin. I nodded again, matching his response.

My attention returned to Maureen as I heard rustling behind me. I sucked on her clit and tickled it with my tongue as I felt his cock rub against my pussy, getting the head ready to push in. As I prepared for that, I positioned my finger at her hole and pushed in as he pushed into me. She and I both sighed loudly as Mike began to fuck me from behind.

"I'm gonna cum soon, Mom," she announced.

I sucked her clit harder in my mouth and fucked her faster with my finger. I began to hear slapping sounds from behind me. I panicked that Maureen might hear him fucking me, so I disrupted his rhythm as I looked sternly behind me shaking my head. He slowed his motions so to remain quiet as I brought our daughter to orgasm.

She began to mildly shake as I coached her through her orgasm.

"Cum all over my hand, baby. I can feel the walls of your pussy rippling around my finger. Imagine that dick is shooting wave after wave of cum inside you as you match his orgasm."

"Oh, fuck!" Maureen yelled as her head began to thrash about.

As stupid as I was for letting my horniness guide my decisions that night, I was very naïve to think a small dish towel was going to prevent her from finding out what was happening.

It fell off her face and as her orgasm began to subside, she opened her eyes.

"Oh, shit!" she screamed. She initially made like she was going to retreat from the scene, but then took it all in. Mike began to pound me harder and his grip on my hips became stronger. I didn't think he could help himself anymore.

"Fuck ... gonna cum, Judy!" he whispered loudly. He shoved his cock all the way inside me and I could feel him filling me up.

Just then, I looked up to see Mark and Kathy had come into the living room to see what was going on.

"Well, this is awkward," Maureen said sarcastically, almost as if she planned the whole thing.

Mike retreated from me and rested back on his calves. I sat up on my knees and looked back at him as he scanned the room. He finally looked back at me dumbfounded. He sighed loudly in defeat.

"Well, Judy, I guess I understand how you got involved in all this."

***

James and Maureen ended up taking the trip in her car. She called me a few days later and gushed over how she and her dad spent a couple days in a hotel room near her campus before he left. She made sure to let me know how jealous she was. She spent nearly an hour telling me how sore she was after his relentless pounding of her pussy. She even said they experimented with anal sex, but she ended up not liking it.

I spent those same two days romping about the house with Mark and Kathy. The first morning, I woke Kathy and brought her into my room. She was a passionate lover with a lot of energy. We came together a couple times with a long talk between them. She pawed at me repeatedly, thanking me profusely for reuniting her with Mark. She told me she often cried at night at the loss she suffered. She was sure to point out to me that she never let another man near her, let alone in her pants. On nights when she wasn't crying herself to sleep, she imagined a happy reunion where one day they would get married and in the more distant future, have children of their own.

We talked about her feelings for Maureen and what brought her to suggest that Maureen should join them. She explained that she was bisexual, and that Maureen was someone she trusted as much as Mark. Mark ended up having sex with his sister in a moment of passion. Kathy explained that as a trio, they clicked in a way that many would never understand, which is why it was never revealed.

In the middle of our discussion, Mark came to my room with breakfast for all of us. As he sat and listened to our talk, he smiled approvingly as Kathy filled me in on all the details. I asked her how I came into the picture. She blushed as she told that after having Maureen, she began to fantasize about me. She tried to keep it at bay, but much like Mark coupling with Maureen, she blurted out my involvement in an act of extreme lust.

It was my turn to blush as she regaled me with her fantasies about me.

"I experienced on of them already today. Now, I want to realize another," she said as she took my plate and set it on the side table and opened my legs wide. She was so romantic, kissing her way up the inside of my thighs as her fingers drifted softly up the outsides. She spent an enormous amount of time brushing her lips gently against my pussy, occasionally letting her tongue slip out and caress my vagina. Mark had stripped naked and stood next to the bed where I could reach his cock with my mouth.

"This is part of her fantasy, Mom."

He laid his cock on the palm of my hand as I led him into my mouth. He made long, slow strokes in and out as Kathy watched. Her eyes were open wide, and her tongue danced around my clit while I gave my son a blowjob.

Kathy soon joined me and together, we made Mark cum. Kathy took most of it in her mouth but spared me a little.

***

That was quite a few years ago. Since then, Mark and Kathy married and are awaiting their first baby. Maureen graduated college and got a job at a company not too far from home, but still road trip worthy. We never got together as we did before, though it was no secret every one of us enjoyed another in our close family occasionally. Mike and I never had a more active sex life as we often shared our unbridled fantasies that we were able to fulfil with the help of our children or Kathy.

I could never tell anyone else about what went on in our family, but the secrecy behind it was part of what made it so thrilling.





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