Mary gets seduced by her son Ben and his girlfriend Clara

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I am Mary 45, single mother of Ben 19 and div. Ben's girlfriend Clara is 23, I have for a long time harbored strong sexual desires for my own son and more recently also for Clara, the fact that it is a bit forbidden only makes it all more exciting and desirable, short stories about mothers and sons, incest, I have read with great pleasure for several years and see nothing wrong at all with such things happening as long as both really want it.
What I don't know yet is that Ben and Clara secretly fantasize about me too and that Clara is bisexual.
Clara is very eager to see Ben and I make love, a dream she has had for a long time, so they now intended to try to seduce me.


The humid air clung to my skin as I stood in thedimly lit kitchen, watching Ben and Clara through the doorway. Theywere tangled together on the living room sofa, Ben's hand slidingbeneath Clara's shirt while she murmured something against his neckthat made him laugh—that low, throaty sound I hadn't heard since hewas fifteen. My knuckles whitened around the edge of thecounter

Clara shifted, her tank top riding up to expose thedip of her lower back—the same smooth curve I’d traced in mydreams last night. "Your mom's staring again," shewhispered, not even bothering to glance my way. Ben just shrugged,kissing her shoulder. "Ignore her, She’s been lonely since Dadleft." he said in a loving tone.

The knife slipped in myhand—just enough to nick my thumb—as I pretended to chopvegetables. A bead of blood welled up, dark and insistent."Everything okay in there?" Clara called out, finallyturning her head. Her eyes flickered down to my bleeding hand, thenback to my face. There was sympathy in that look and challenge.

Isucked the cut, tasting iron. "Fine," I lied, voice thick.Ben shifted, pulling Clara closer. "Mom, you should join us.Watch that new horror series?" His invitation felt innocent,unaware of the current beneath it. Clara’s lips curved—not quitea smile—as she traced Ben’s jawline with her fingertip. "Yeah,Mary. We could use your… perspective."

The knifeclattered onto the cutting board. *Perspective.* The word slitheredthrough me. I imagined Clara’s fingers not on Ben’s skin, but onmine—soft, sensual. How her mouth would feel silencing my gasp."Maybe later," I breathed, wiping bloody hands on atowel.

Ben stood abruptly, stretching. "Need a bandage?Looks deep." Clara’s gaze lingered on the smear of redstaining the dishtowel. "Let me help," she offered,untangling herself. Her hips swayed subtly as she approached thekitchen island, leaning over to inspect my thumb. The scent of herperfume—jasmine and sweat—flooded my senses. Her shoulder brushedmine. Deliberate. Testing. "You’re trembling," shemurmured, her breath warm on my wrist.

I snatched my handback. "It’s nothing." Clara’s laugh was soft,dangerous. "Ben’s right. You isolate too much." Shereached past me for the first-aid kit above the sink, her breastpressing against my arm. I froze. Ben watched from the doorway, eyeshooded, fingers drumming against the frame. "Mom?" heprompted. "Clara’s good with this stuff. Let her."

Hertouch was clinical as she dabbed antiseptic on the cut—cold, sharp.But her thumb stroked the inside of my wrist afterward, slow circlesthat sent heat pooling low in my belly. "All better," shewhispered, her lips so close I could feel the vibration. "Youreally should join us. relax for a while and the movie is exciting"Her gaze dropped to my mouth.

Ben moved in the doorway, hisvoice tense. "Clara." Just her name, but a little cautiousyet shy as he is, Clara on the other hand is more forward.

Claradidn’t pull back. Her thumb still circled my wrist—slow,deliberate—as she held my gaze. "Relax, Ben. Just helping."Her other hand drifted to my hip, fingers pressing lightly throughthe thin cotton of my dress. My breath hitched. The air between uscrackled, thick with jasmine and the metallic tang of my blood on thebandage. Pathetic. Barely a scratch. But Clara leaned closer, herlips brushing my earlobe as she whispered, "You wantthis.....movie" Not a question. A statement.

Ben’sknuckles whitened on the doorframe. "Clara, stop." Hisvoice trembled—not anger, but something raw. Fear? Jealousy? Iwatched him over her shoulder, saw the conflict twist his features.His girlfriend touching his mother. His mother trembling. His eyesflicked between us, wide and unmoored. Clara traced my collarbone."Why?" she murmured to him, still watching me. "She’slonely. We’re here, let her join our company and just watch themovie ok!"

I stepped back, the tile cold beneath my barefeet. "Ben’s right," I lied, my throat tight. "Thisisn’t...I don't want to disturb you both..."

Clara'ssmile was warm and inviting. "Disturb! We invited you. Ben?"She glanced over her shoulder, her voice honeyed. "Tell your momshe belongs with us tonight"

Ben shifted his weight,avoiding my eyes. "Yeah, Mom... stay," he mumbled, fingerstwisting the hem of his shirt. The conflict in his posture waspalpable—his girlfriend's insistence warring with his own unease.He cleared his throat, forcing a lighter tone. "It's that newvampire series, the one with the... you know, the tension." Hisgaze darted to Clara's hand still resting near my hip.

Clara’sfingers tightened slightly, her thumb resuming those slow circles onmy wrist. "See?" she purred, leaning close enough that herbreath warmed my lips. "Ben wants you there too. Don’t make usbeg." Her other hand slid to the small of my back, guiding metoward the living room with deceptive gentleness. The scent ofher—jasmine layered over something muskier—drowned out theantiseptic sting on my thumb. If they only had a clue about myincestuous and lesbian fantasies...

Ben hovered near the sofa,shifting his weight. "Mom, just... sit?" His voice cracked,betraying the tension coiling beneath his surface calm. He gesturedvaguely to the empty cushion beside Clara, who had already settledback, patting the space with a smirk. I hesitated, pulse hammeringagainst Clara’s lingering touch, before lowering myself onto theedge of the cushion. The worn fabric felt charged, like sitting on alive wire. Clara’s knee brushed mine—a casual, electriccontact.

"See?" Clara murmured, as Ben fumbled withthe remote. "Not so hard, is it?" The screen flickered tolife, bathing the room in eerie blue light. Vampires snarled, blooddripped, but all I felt was the heat radiating from Clara’sclosenes, She whisper hot against my ear. "They’re so obviouswith their hunger. Not like us."

Ben stiffened besideher, eyes fixed on the screen but not seeing it. "Clara, maybewe should—"
"Shh," she silenced him, "Watchthe scene where he drinks from her neck. So… intimate."

Herfingers trailed along my thigh beneath the blanket she draped overour laps—slow, hidden. My breath caught as she leaned closer, herlips grazing my temple. "You like this part, don't you, Mary?"Her whisper vibrated against my skin.

Ben shifted, his legbouncing anxiously. "Clara, what are you—"
"Justcommenting on the cinematography," she interrupted coolly, onscreen, the vampire’s fangs sank into his lover’s throat in agrotesque parody of intimacy. Clara’s other hand slid across Ben’sknee, anchoring him. "See how she arches into him?" shemurmured, her gaze locked on the intimate scene. "Some hungersare too deep to hide.

Her fingers traced higher beneath theblanket, along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I froze,paralyzed by the forbidden thrill—her touch deliberate, possessive,yet hidden from Ben’s view. My breath hitched audibly. Ben


turned sharply, catchingthe flush spreading across my cheeks. "Mom?" His voicecracked with suspicion now. "You okay?" Clara squeezed mythigh in warning—a silent command.

"Just startled bythe gore," I lied, forcing a weak smile. Clara chuckled low inher throat, her thumb circling slow, intimate patterns. "Isn’tit delicious?" she murmured, eyes locked on the screen where thevampire’s victim shuddered in ecstasy. "How surrender feelslike power." Her hand slid higher, grazing the lace edge of myunderwear. I jerked involuntarily, knocking the bowl of popcorn fromBen’s lap. Kernels scattered like shrapnel across thefloor.

"Jesus, Mom!" Ben scrambled to his knees,frustration sharp in his voice as he started gathering the mess.Clara seized the distraction. Her lips brushed my earlobe, breath hotand urgent. "He’s terrified. Of me. Of you. Of what he wants."Her fingers slipped beneath the lace, pressing firmly against slickheat. "Let him watch us," she whispered. "Iknow....that he wants it, to see me and....his own mother, I knowthat for sure." She whispered to me.

My heart was beatingwildly and in a low voice I wondered "How do you know....that!"



Clara'sfingers pressed deeper, circling with practiced precision as she kepther gaze locked on Ben's bent back. "He leaves his laptopunlocked," she breathed against my jawline, her thumb finding myclit through damp fabric. "All those tabs open... mother-sonfantasies, older women with their son's girlfriends." Benstraightened up with a handful of popcorn, his eyes darting to whereClara's arm disappeared beneath the blanket. "What are you twowhispering about?" he demanded, voice tight.

"Yourmother's delicate sensibilities," Clara purred, withdrawing herhand slowly—leaving me throbbing—to gesture at the screen wherethe vampire now thrust into his victim against a blood-smeared wall."She thinks this scene is... excessive, she thinks this sceneis... over the top, your mom likes it softer, more loving, sensual."Her knee nudged mine under the blanket, a silent prompt. I swallowedhard, the lie bitter on my tongue. "It's... graphic, Ben. Maybewe should—"

I stand abruptly, knocking over the popcornbowl again as I clutch my stomach and murmur "Too much blood...need air," before rushing down the hallway to my bedroom. Bencalls after me with genuine concern in his voice - "Mom, wait!"- but Clara silences him with a sharp gesture, whispering "Lether go, I'll check on her" as she rises. Within moments, mybedroom door clicks open without a knock, revealing Clara silhouettedagainst the hallway light. She locks the door behind her, the soundechoing in the sudden quiet. Ben's muffled voice protests from theliving room - "Clara, what are you doing? Let me talk to her!"- but Clara ignores him, stepping fully into my dimly lit space.

Herhands find my waist immediately, spinning me to face her withsurprising strength. "Enough pretending," she breathesagainst my lips, fingers tangling in my hair. "I know what youwant... what we all want, I'veseen your eyes on...both of us


" Her kiss is soft,loving and she presses her breasts against mine, our tongues meet.Feeling my son's young girlfriend's body against mine is just sowonderfully erotic and knowing that my son is nearby is a bigthrill.

Ben pounds on the door, gently. "Clara! Open thedoor!" Clara breaks our kiss just enough to call out, "She'sfine, Ben! Just helping her relax!" Her hips grind against mineas she whispers hotly in my ear, "Listen to him pacing. He’shard right now—terrified but so aroused." "He’s beenimagining this for years, have thought about ...that..... Mary, you,him and me, your own son...!"



My fingers dig intoher shoulders as she bites my neck. "But yes...he’s... myson..." I gasp, arching into her. Clara laughs low, sliding herhand down between our bodies. "And I’m the girlfriend whoknows what he jerks off to." Her fingers slip beneath my dress,finding me drenched. "Feel that? That’s for him listening."She presses harder as Ben’s footsteps halt outside the door."Clara, please..." he murmurs, voice thick withconcern.

"You want him to be in.... here, all threetogether, making forbidden love!" Clara breathes against mymouth.

Ben's voice trembles through the wood. "What'shappening? Mom, are you crying?"
Clara presses her foreheadto mine. "Say no ," she whispers urgently. "Tell himyou are ok."

"I'm... fine, sweetheart. Just dizzy."
Clara's hand slides higher, fingers curling inside me as shewatches my reaction. "Good boy," she murmurs toward thedoor. "Give us five minutes." Her thrusts match the rhythmof Ben's retreating footsteps.

The mattress dips as Clarapushes me backward, hiking my dress around my waist. "He'sjerking off right now," she whispers, pinning my wrists above myhead. "Against the wall. Eyes closed. Imagining you moaning, hisown mother cause he wants you" Her teeth graze my nipple throughthin fabric. "Should we open the door? Let him watch hisgirlfriend making out with his own mom?"

I gasp, archingagainst her. "He'd—"
"Break?" Claralaughs, sliding two fingers deep. "Or finally admit what hecraves?" The bedsprings creak under her thrusts. Outside, achoked sob echoes—Ben's voice raw with conflict. Clara bites myearlobe.


"Hearthat? That's the sound of a boy discovering his mother's a woman."She tears my panties aside. "I've wanted to see you like thisfor a long time, and your own son...we both get to see your beautifulpussy and....I want to see you make love to your boy, I'd love towatch you both engage in...incest, have you thougt about it, withyour own son and...me!"

" I have Clara...i have"I answered "Do you really want to see my son and me...makinglove to each other, committing incest?"

Clara’s eyesdarkened with hunger as she released my wrists, her fingers tracingmy lips. "More than anything," she whispered, sliding offthe bed with predatory grace. "I’ve watched him fantasizeabout you since we started dating—the way he lingers when you hughim, how he stares at your mature body, your mouth when you laugh."She moved to the door, her hand hovering over the lock. "Let’sgive him what he craves." The click of the bolt sliding openechoed like a gunshot.

Ben stood frozen in the hallway, onehand still pressed against the wall, his jeans tented obscenely. Hiseyes darted between Clara’s disheveled clothes and my exposedthighs, his breath ragged. "What...what are you doing?" hestammered, but Clara seized his wrist, yanking him inside. "Teachingyou honesty," she hissed, shoving him toward the bed. Hestumbled forward, catching himself on the mattress, knuckles white."Mom, I—"

"Don’t speak," Claracommanded, climbing onto the bed behind him. Her fingers dug into hisshoulders as she pressed her lips to his neck. "Just feel."Her eyes locked with mine over his shoulder—a silent challenge.*Take him.*

My hand trembled as I reached out, brushing Ben’sjaw. He flinched but didn’t pull away, his gaze wide and terrified."Mom?" The word cracked like dry wood. Clara’s laugh wasvelvet poison. "She wants you too, Ben. Look." She forcedhis head down, his eyes following my fingers as they traced the damppatch on his jeans. "See how hard you are for her?"

Ileaned in, inhaling the scent of his sweat—pine and salt—as mylips found his ear. "Let me look at you, I'vebeen dreaming about it for a long, long time.


"I whispered, pushing him onto the mattress. His resistance meltedwhen my palm cupped him through denim, stroking slowly. "Ohgod," he choked, hips arching. Clara straddled his legs, pinninghim down. "Undo his jeans, Mary. Let me see him hard for youMary, you want that to, see your own son"

My fingersfumbled with Ben’s belt, trembling against his straining zipper.When his cock sprang free—thick and flushed—Clara moaned low inher throat. "Look how much he adore you," she murmured,guiding his tip toward my lips. "Taste him, Mary, show me, ihave waited so long for this" Ben gasped as my tongue traced hisvein. "Mom, please—"

"Shh," Clarasilenced him, peeling off her own shirt. "Watch her worshipyou." She pressed my head down until Ben’s hips bucked upward,his whimper choked as he spilled into my mouth. Clara’s nails duginto my scalp. "Take him in slowly, suck your son for him, forme, for you" she commanded. "Let him feel how much whe bothlove him."

He shuddered violently beneath my tongue WhenI sucked my son's cock with a hunger I was surprised by myself, his


fingerstangling in my hair as he gasped, Itwasn't long before he had his first orgasm in his own mother's mouth.


"Oh God... Mom..."Clara slid her hand between his legs, fingers teasing his balls whileshe watched me swallow. "See how beautiful she is?" shemurmured against Ben’s ear. "Your mother’s mouth on you...her lips...that we have fantasized about for so long" Benwhimpered, eyes squeezed shut as aftershocks wracked him. Claratugged his chin toward her. "Open your eyes. Look at her."He obeyed—dazed, awed—as I licked him clean.

Clara pushedme backward onto the pillows, her mouth claiming mine with bruisingforce. "Now watch," she breathed against my lips,straddling Ben’s hips. She guided his softening cock inside her,grinding slowly. "Feel him, Mary... feel your son insideme...while I taste you." Her tongue plunged into my mouth as Bengroaned beneath her, hands gripping her hips. "Clara... Ican’t..." She bit my lower lip. "You can. You are....yourson hard again already... for me and...his own mother." Herfingers found my clit, circling roughly as Ben’s thrusts grewfrantic. "Touch her," Clara ordered him. "She’s sowet for you, touch your mommys cunt Ben"

Ben’s handshook as he reached between my thighs. "Mom..." Hisfingertips brushed me—clumsy, terrified. Clara slammed down harderon him. "Fuck me


properly!" shesnarled. His palm pressed flat against my heat, fingers slidinginside as Clara rode him faster. "Yes..." I moaned, archingagainst his hand. Clara laughed breathlessly. "See how she opensfor you? How she begs?" She seized Ben’s wrist, forcing hisfingers deeper. "Make your mother come. Show her... how much...you want her."

Ben’s eyes locked with mine—dark withshame and hunger. "I’ve... imagined this..." he gasped,thumb circling my clit as Clara’s hips pistoned against him. Claraleaned down, licking his shoulder. "Tell her what you and iimagined!" Ben trembled beneath her. "I've been fantasizingabout making love to you, mom, and Clara is watching us all the time,she wants to see us...very much so....mother and son enjoying incest,it was Clara who started those fantasies...and we both get reallyturned on by it."

Clara grabbed my hand, pressing itagainst Ben’s chest. "Feel his heart. It’s screaming foryou."Her own breath hitched as she ground down hard, taking himdeeper. "Now kiss her, Ben, kiss your mommy. While I ride you."She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me toward him. His lipsmet mine—tentative at first, tasting salt and desperation—thendeeper as Clara moaned encouragement. "Yes... God, so beautifulto see you now, finally... lick your mother’s mouth while I takeyour cock, " Ben’s tongue explored mine with growing urgency,his hand still working between my thighs. Clara’s pace becameerratic.



"Look at your mom when you come, Ben,"Clara commanded, her voice raw. "Watch your mother’s face."His eyes snapped open, wide and drowning, as his hips arched off thebed. "Mom... Clara... I’m—" The words dissolved into aguttural cry as he spilled inside her, his fingers driving me overthe edge with him. Clara shuddered, collapsing onto his chest, herlaugh breathless against my neck. "He came so hard inside me buthe was thinking of you Mary, his mommy." said Clara

Bentrembled beneath us, his hand still pressed against me, sticky andtrembling. "I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have..." Clarasilenced him with a kiss—deep, possessive—before turning to me."Tell him." Her fingers traced Ben’s jawline. "Tellyour son how much you wanted this." I met Ben’s terrifiedgaze, my thumb brushing his cheekbone. "I’ve dreamed of thistoo," I whispered. "For years." His breathhitched—relief and horror warring in his eyes—as he buried hisface against my breast. Clara watched us, a triumphant smile playingon her lips. "A perfect couple" she murmured. "Now wheall, would you like to taste me Mary....my wet cunt! Lick me clean ofyour own son's cum, show the boy that you don't just crave him, youcrave cunt too!""

The mattress shifted as Claraknelt over me, her thighs framing my face. "Open," shecommanded, her scent—musky and sweet with Ben’s release—fillingmy senses. I hesitated, glancing at Ben’s rapt expression. "Doit, Mom, lick Clara's pussy, I want to see you mom " hebreathed, his fingers tightening on my hip. Clara lowered herselfonto my tongue, grinding slowly as I tasted her—salt, sweat, andthe bitter tang of my son’s seed. "Yes..." Clara moaned,her hands fisting in my hair. "Ben, watch how your motherdevours me." His gaze burned into us, his cock already hardeningagainst my thigh. "I can’t stop thinking," he choked out,"about you both... doing this... forever."

Clarapulled me deeper, her hips rocking. "Tell her," she gasped.Ben’s shake—a silent command. "Tell your mom you want her totaste you too, Mary...both of us!" Ben’s fingers trembled ashe traced my jawline. "Would you... let me? After Clara?"His voice was thick with need. Clara laughed, lifting herselfslightly. "Of course she would, Ben, she’s your mother!"Her hand guided his head down between my thighs. "Show her howmuch you longing for her cunt." His tongue pressed againstme—awkward at first, then desperate—as Clara rode my mouthfaster. "Oh god, Ben..." I arched into his lips, my handsclutching Clara’s hips.



Ben groaned against me, hisbreath hot. "You taste like...home," he mumbled, lappinghungrily. Clara shuddered above me. "Don’t stop, Ben—makeher scream!" Her thighs tightened around my head as she grounddown. "Mary’s shaking... she’s close!" Ben’s fingersslid inside me, mirroring Clara’s rhythm. "Come for us, Mom,"he begged, his tongue circling my clit. Clara’s cry tore throughthe room as she climaxed first, drenching my chin. "Now her,Ben—now!" I shattered, back bowing off the mattress as Bendrank me in, moaning.

Clara collapsed beside us, slick skingleaming. "Beautiful," she panted, tracing Ben’s flushedcheek. He lifted his head, lips glistening. "Mom..." Hisvoice cracked.


Claraseized his jaw. "Kiss her. Taste yourself on her." Hehesitated—then crushed his mouth to mine, our tongues tangling in abitter-sweet dance. Clara watched, rapt. "My perfect lovers."Her hand slid down Ben’s back, cupping his ass. "Again?"she whispered. "Inside your mother this time?" Ben froze,eyes wide. "Mm yes...do you want it mom! Get fucked by me, yourown son!" His words were like honey to me. "Oh yes darlingand I have longed for you for so long, for both of you, love me Benlike only a son can do to his mommy, let Clara see us?"




Claraguided him between my thighs, positioning him at my entrance."Slowly," she ordered, kissing Ben’s shoulder. "Feelhow she opens for you." He trembled as he pushed inside—athick, burning stretch that stole my breath. "God, Mom..."he choked, hips stuttering. Clara pressed against his back,whispering, "Tell her how tight she is." Ben’s groanvibrated through me. "Like... nothing else." Clara’slaugh was dark velvet. "Because she’s yours." She grippedhis hips. "Now fuck your mother properly, show me my love allthe things we've fantasized about together for so long, you and yourmother committing incest"

He thrust deeper, each strokeigniting forbidden fire. Clara watched, fingers tracing thesweat-slicked line of his spine. "Faster, Ben," she urged,her voice thick with arousal. "Make her happy." My criesfilled the room as he obeyed, driving into me with desperate force.Clara slid her hand between our bodies, rubbing my clit in ruthlesscircles. "Come for him," she demanded. "Let your sonfeel you shatter." I convulsed around Ben, clawing at his backas pleasure tore through me. "Yes!" Clara hissed, her eyesblazing. "Look at her face, Ben—that’s your doing."

Bengasped my name—"Mom!"—as his rhythm faltered, hipsslamming against mine. Clara seized his hair, wrenching his headback. "Fill her," she snarled. "Mark your motherforever." He shuddered violently, spilling inside me with abroken sob. Clara released him, letting him collapse onto my chest.Her fingers dipped between my thighs, gathering our mingled wetness."So lovely," she murmured, offering her glisteningfingertips to Ben. "Taste us." He hesitated only aheartbeat before sucking them clean, eyes looking deep in mine withlove.

"Again?" Clara whispered against his ear, herpalm sliding down to stroke his softening cock. Ben trembled, hisvoice ragged. "I...can’t..." Clara’s laugh was low."You will." She guided his hand to my breast. "Feelhow her heart races for you." His thumb brushed my nipple."Mom?"

Clara kissed his shoulder. "She wantsyou deep inside her again. Don’t you, Mary?" My fingerstangled in Ben’s hair. "Always, every day and night fromnow on


" I breathed. Clara’snails dug into Ben’s hip. "Then claim your mother properlythis time. Make her yours." Ben’s hips jerked forwardinstinctively—a shallow thrust that drew a gasp from me. Claramoaned encouragement. "Yes...fuck your mommy! Fuck her like youmean it!"
Her hand slid down Ben’s spine to grip his ass,forcing him deeper with each stroke. "Harder! She can take it!"Ben obeyed, slamming into me with renewed fervor, his eyes locked onmine. "You feel...so good, Mom," he panted. Clara leanedclose, her teeth grazing his ear. "Tell her what you whisperedto me last night." Ben’s thrusts grew erratic. "I...imaginedyou mom...riding me...while Clara watched."

Clara’sfingers tangled in my hair, pulling my face to hers for a wet,possessive kiss. "Hear that?" she breathed against my lips."He wants you on top." She shoved Ben backward onto themattress, his cock glistening as she straddled his hips. "Showhim how his mother rides, Mary." Her hands guided my waist as Ilowered myself onto him—slow, torturous—until he filled mecompletely. Ben cried out, fingers digging into my thighs. "Clara!She’s...so warm..oh mommy...."

"I know,"Clara purred, crawling behind me. Her breasts pressed against my backas her fingers found my clit. "Move, Mary." I rockedforward, drawing a guttural moan from Ben. Clara’s teeth sank intomy shoulder. "Faster." Her command ignited me—I rose andfell in frantic rhythm, Ben bucking beneath me. "Yes...!"Clara hissed, her fingers circling faster. "Look at him,Mary—see how your son worships you?" Ben’s eyes were wild,locked on where we joined. "Mom...I’m close...please..."

"Notyet," Clara snarled, pinching my nipple hard. "Make hercome first." Ben’s hands flew to my hips, slamming me downonto him with bruising force. "Like this?" he gasped, sweatdripping down his temples. I screamed as pleasure ripped through me,clenching around him. Clara laughed triumphantly. "Now floodher, Ben!" He roared, arching off the bed as he pulsed insideme, filling me until warmth spilled down his thighs. Clara licked astripe up my spine. "Beautiful," she murmured. "Myperfect little family."

I pull Ben close, my lipsbrushing his ear as I whisper: "When you turned eighteen, Iwatched you swim in the lake. Sunlight on your shoulders, watersliding down your chest. That night I touched myself imagining yourhands on me instead—rough like your father's used to be, but yours.Just yours." Clara leans in, her breath hot on my neck as shelistens. Ben shudders, his arms tightening around me. "You...thought about me like that?" he whispers back, voice thick.Clara's hand slides between Ben's thighs, stroking him. "Tellhim the rest," she urges me, eyes locked on Ben's hardeninglength beneath her palm. "Tell how you pictured him pinning youagainst the window that same night."

Clara's teeth grazemy shoulder as I confess: "I imagined you pressing me againstthe cold glass, Ben—your mouth on my neck while your hands tore mynightgown open. I dreamed you'd whisper 'mine' when you pushedinside." Ben moans, fingers digging into my hip. "Jesus,Mom—I did too. After Clara kissed me that first time... I closed myeyes and pretended it was you." Clara laughs low, guiding Ben'shand to my breast. "Feel how hard her heart beats?" shemurmurs. "All for you." Ben's thumb circles my nipple,rough and uncertain. "Show me how you wanted it, Mom. Show menow."

I rise trembling from the bed, pulling Ben towardthe rain-streaked window. "Here," I breathe, pressing mypalms against the glass. Clara watches from the shadows, fingersstroking herself as I guide Ben behind me. "Hold me down,"I command, arching against him. He hesitates—then slams me againstthe pane, his erection hot against my back. "Like this?" hegasps, biting my earlobe. Clara's voice cuts through the dark:"Harder, Ben. Make her see stars." He obeys, hips grindingas his fingers slide between my thighs. The glass fogs where my cheekpresses, cold and slick.

Clara joins us, her nails scrapingdown Ben's spine. "Tell me whose cock you feel inside you,"she whispered


in my ear. Ben thrustsdeeper, groaning as he fills me. "My sons," He drivesharder, teeth sinking into my shoulder. Clara's hand snakes aroundto grip my throat. "And whose cunt Ben?" Ben's rhythmfalters—then surges violently. "Mom's!" Clara laughswetly against my neck. "Good boy."

I reach back,tangling my fingers in Ben's hair. "Look at us," I gasp, mybreath fogging the glass. Clara presses against him, biting his ear."See how she takes you?" Ben whimpers, eyes locked on ourreflection—his face contorted in ecstasy, mine flushed anddesperate. Clara pins my wrists against the cold pane. "Comeinside her," she orders Ben. "Mark your mother forever."He obeys with a guttural cry, collapsing against me as heat floods mycore. Clara licks the sweat from his temple. "Perfect."

Benslides out trembling, his spend dripping down my thighs. Claracatches it on her fingertips, offering them to me. "Clean him,"she commands. I suck her fingers clean—bitter salt—as Benwatches, mesmerized. Clara turns to him, smearing my wetness acrosshis lips. "Now taste your mother." He groans, tonguedelving deep between my legs before pulling back."She's...addicting," he rasps. Clara laughs darkly, guidinghis head lower. "Then worship her properly. Make her feel goodand loved.
Ben’s tongue circles my swollen clit with desperateprecision. "So soft," he murmurs against me, fingersspreading me wider. Clara straddles his back, grinding her slick heatagainst his spine. "Harder, Ben," she pants, slamming myhips against his face. "Make her scream." I arch violentlyas he obeys—rough, hungry strokes that blur shame into ecstasy.Clara’s nails rake down his shoulders. "See how she shakes foryou? Your cock did this to her." Ben moans into me, thevibration tearing a ragged cry from my throat.

"Look athim," Clara commands, forcing my head down. Ben’s eyes meetmine—glazed with tears and adoration—as he laps at my drippingflesh. "I’ve dreamed... of your taste, Mom," he chokes.Clara grabs his hair, shoving him deeper. "Swallow her."His tongue plunges inside as I convulse, fingernails scraping thewindowpane. Clara kisses my earlobe softly. "He’s drinking youlike a starved man. Your son."

I collapse onto the bed,pulling Ben and Clara with me amidst tangled sheets still damp withsweat and bodily fluids. Clara curls against my back, her fingerstracing lazy patterns on my hip while Ben nuzzles into my neck, hisbreathing gradually steadying against my skin. The room smells of sexand rain-streaked windows, silence broken only by Clara murmuring,"So warm... your skin..." as Ben's hand slides possessivelyacross my stomach. Outside, thunder rumbles softly.

Ben liftshis head, eyes dark with exhaustion and lingering awe. "Did...did it feel like you imagined?" he whispers, fingertips brushingmy cheekbone. Clara answers first, her lips pressing against myshoulder blade. "Better. Watching you claim your own mother.. soincredibly erotic and beautiful." I capture Ben's tremblinghand, kissing his palm. "More terrifying. More beautiful."Clara chuckles, low and satisfied. "Because it was real. Becausehe's yours."

My fingers trace the thin, pale scar alongClara's inner wrist—a remnant from when she drunkenly smashed avodka bottle during an argument last winter—as I whisper theconfession about watching Ben sleep as a teenager. Clara's breathhitches against my neck; her hand suddenly grips mine, pressing mypalm flat against the scar. "oh please tell me more Mary, Ithink it's so incredibly beautiful and arousing to think aboutmothers who desire their own sons sexually"

My confessionpours out—halting at first, then torrential—as I describestanding in Ben's doorway at seventeen, watching moonlight trace hisjawline while he slept. Clara's fingers tighten around mine, pressingharder against her vodka-bottle scar as I reveal how I slipped intohis room that night, hovering inches from his lips, imagining hishands tangling in my hair. Ben goes utterly still beside me, catchingwhen I whisper how I touch myself later with his discarded t-shirtpressed to my face, muffling moans of "Benjamin" into thefabric. Clara drags my hand lower, sliding my fingers between herthighs as I admit stealing his gym shorts to smell him after soccerpractice, I climaxes sharpened by fantasies of him catching me likethat.

"It's a shame you didn't join us earlier Mary butnow we're here, Ben and I have fantasized about you for a long whileand what we did tonight is just so wonderful, just that it's incestand with you, Ben's own mother or what do you think yourselfafterwards!" Clara says in a loving voice

Ben liftshimself onto his elbow, his gaze tracing the curve of my hip wherehis semen still glistens. " I found your journal under themattress last year, sorry I snooped in your room, mom" hemurmurs, fingers brushing the sticky trail, "the page where youdescribed wanting me to take you against the laundry room dryer... Icame so hard imagining it I tore the page." Clara's nails diginto my thigh as she laughs—a dark, delighted sound. "Showher, Ben." He reaches toward the pile of discarded clothes onthe floor, pulling a crumpled, yellowed sheet from his jeans pocket.My own handwriting stares back: "...want his young handsbruising my hips, the shudder of the machine vibrating through us ashe fills me....my own son"

Clara snatches the page,pressing it against my chest like a brand. "We reenacted it lastTuesday," she breathes against my ear. "While you were atwork. Ben fucked me raw on that very dryer screaming 'Mom' the wholetime." Ben flinches but doesn't deny it, his eyes locked on minewith terrified longing. I catch his wrist, guiding his fingers backbetween my legs. "Oh tell me more about your fantasies you'vehad about me, I want to know," I said to them both.

Ben’svoice cracks. "I’d...hear your shower running." Hisfingers slide deep inside me, curling. "I’d stand outside thedoor imagining pushing you against those wet tiles." Clarakisses his shoulder. "Tell her what you’d do next." Heshudders. "Kiss your neck...lift your leg...take you from behindwhile you moaned my name." My hips jerk against his hand."Yes—like that night after parent-teacher conferences?"Ben freezes. "You knew I was listening?" He said! "Yesmy love I knew but tell me more about your fantasies, thoughts youboth had about me"

Clara laughs, low and possessive. "OhMary, he begged me to roleplay as you for weeks after that." Hernails dig into Ben’s semen streaking my thigh. "He’d fuck medoggy-style in your bed, sobbing ‘Mommy’ into your pillows."Ben buries his face in my neck. "Sorry—it just felt..." Itwist, capturing his lips. "Don’t apologize, i want you both,you knew that now" I murmur against his mouth. Clara presses thestolen journal page into his palm. "Read her favorite fantasyaloud." Ben’s hands tremble as he unfolds the crumpled paper."‘I want him to come home horny for his own mom...force mylegs open...tell me he’s always belonged inside me—’" Hisvoice breaks. "I memorized every word."

Clarastraddles my hips, pressing Ben's trembling hand against my breast asshe whispers: "Tell her about the bathwater fantasy, Benjamin."Ben flushes crimson, fingers tightening around my flesh. "Afteryour baths...I'd sneak into the bathroom before it drained," heconfesses, voice raw. "I'd kneel by the tub and drink what wasleft—your scent, your sweat—imagining it was your juices."Clara traces my collarbone. "He begged to lick you clean after."Ben's thumb circles my nipple roughly. "Last summer...when youfell asleep sunbathing topless...I touched myself when I looked downat you, mom, from my window."

I arch into Ben's touch asClara forces his fingers lower, slicking them through my wetness."She's dripping for you," Clara breathes. Ben plunges twofingers deep inside me. "Like...like the journal said?" hegasps. I clutch his wrist. "Harder—like you imagined." Heobeys, curling fingers deep against my g-spot. Clara kisses hisearlobe. "Now make Mommy scream." Ben's thumb grinds myclit in rough circles—exactly how he described against the tiles.My climax shatters me, thighs clamping around his hand as I sob hisname.

Clara tears Ben's fingers from me, sucking them cleanbefore shoving him backward. "Your turn, Benjamin," shegrowls, mounting his hips. "Show Mommy how you fucked mepretending she was her." Ben's hands fly to Clara's waist,slamming her down onto his erection. "Like this, Mom?" hegroans, eyes locked on mine as he pistons upward. Clara moanstheatrically: "Yes Benjamin! Fuck Mommy just like that!"Her performance is obscene—back arched, fingers pinching her ownnipples while watching my face.

I crawl to


them, kissing Ben deeplyas Clara grinds. "I'm here now," I whisper against hislips. Clara grabs my hair, yanking me away. "Watch," shecommands. "Watch your son breed me." She rides himviolently, chanting: "Cum inside Mommy! Fill my cunt!"Ben's cries sharpen—desperate, unhinged. "Mom...help me..."Clara slams down hard. "Now!" He arches, spilling into herwith a shattered sob. Clara collapses onto his chest, gasping: "Hecame so hard imagining it was your womb..."

Ben tremblesbeneath her, eyes glazed. Clara lifts herself, his semen drippingonto his stomach. "Clean him," she orders me. I lick himslowly, swirling my tongue through the mess. Ben whimpers, fingerstangling in my hair. "More..." Clara smirks. "He lovestasting your mouth on his cock." She spreads her thighs abovehis face. "Now me." Ben buries his tongue in her withouthesitation, lapping frantically as Clara moans. "Goodboy...worship Mommy's cunt..."

I straddle Ben's face,lowering myself onto his mouth. "Both of us," Clarabreathes, grinding against his lips. Ben's hands clutch our hips,pulling us deeper. His muffled moans vibrate through me. Clara leansover, kissing me fiercely. "Feel how hungry he is?" Herfingers slide between my thighs, finding Ben's tongue working me."He'd die for this...for us..."

Ben arches upward,gasping. "Can't...breathe..." Clara slams her palm againsthis chest. "Then breathe through us." She spreads herthighs wider. "Swallow your mother." He obeys—desperate,sloppy licks punctuated by panicked gulps of air against Clara. Irock faster, whispering: "That night after your prom...I stoodoutside your door listening to Clara scream." Ben freezesbeneath me. Clara laughs darkly. "She heard you begging me tocall her 'Mommy' while you came..."

Ben's hands clutch myhips violently. "You knew?" His voice cracks. Clara leansover, kissing my shoulder. "She masturbated against yourdoorframe." I gasp as Ben's tongue redoubles itsefforts—furious, penitent strokes. "Thought...it wasjust...fantasy..." he pants against us. Clara grabs his hair."Everything's real now."

Clara pulls me backwardsuddenly, rolling Ben atop me. "Show her," she commands,straddling our legs. Ben's erection presses against my entrance—hard,insistent. "How you fucked me screaming 'Mommy'," Clarabreathes. Ben hesitates, eyes wide. "Please..." I whisper,arching up. He slams home, burying himself with a sob. "Likethis?" Clara slaps his ass hard. "Harder! Make her feel howmuch you needed this!" Ben obeys, pistoning wildly—each thrustpunctuated by Clara's hissed encouragements: "Yes! Make loveyour mother!"

Ben’s thrusts deepen violently as Iwhisper " This is.... incest" against his lips, his rhythmsynchronizing with Clara’s command: "Faster—claim yourmother’s cunt like the dirty boy you are!" Clara straddles mylegs, pinning my wrists while forcing Ben’s hand to grope mybreast. "Feel how wet Mommy gets for her son?" Ben gasps"Yes—God—always wanted this," before kissing mycollarbone. Clara licks the sweat from Ben’s temple: "Familieswho fuck together stay together." She guides my hand to Ben’spounding ass, growling "Push him deeper—make him breed you."Ben’s semen floods me as he collapses sobbing "Mine...Mommy’smine..." Clara collects his spillage dripping down my thigh,smearing it across Ben’s lips: "Swallow your proof,son."

Clara rolls Ben onto his back, mounting him beforehe recovers. "Watch Mommy ride your son," she taunts me,grinding hard on his softening cock. Ben flinches but moans asClara’s fingers dig into his chest. "Feel that?" shesnarls at him. "Your mother’s juices still on me." Sheleans down, kissing his earlobe. "Families share everything."I crawl to them, kissing Clara deeply as Ben watches. "Taste usboth," Clara commands, pulling me atop Ben’s face. "Cleanyour mommy." Ben’s tongue laps frantically at my folds as Istraddle his mouth. "Good boy," Clara purrs. "SuckMommy’s clit while you taste her."

Ben’s hands clutchmy hips, pulling me harder against his mouth. "Can’t...breathe..."he gasps against my flesh. Clara slaps his thigh sharply. "Breathethrough your nose!" Ben obeys, his nostrils flaring against mythigh while his tongue drills deeper. Clara grips my hair, forcing myhead down to watch. "See how desperate he is?" she hisses."His cock’s already hardening again for Mommy."True—Ben’s erection pulses beneath Clara’s hips. She risesslightly, guiding him back inside her with a groan. "Fuck medreaming of her," Clara commands, slamming down. Ben archesupward, eyes locked on mine as he thrusts into Clara."Always...dreamed...of...you..."

I slide backward,letting Ben’s tongue trace the path Clara’s fingers guide—downmy perineum, circling my asshole. Clara leans close, her breath hot."He’s imagined tasting you here," she whispers. Benwhimpers confirmation, his tongue pressing insistently. Clara spitsonto his probing tongue. "Beg Mommy to let you inside."Ben’s voice cracks. "Please...Mom...wanna feel you..."Clara slaps my ass sharply. "Give your son what he craves."I lower myself onto his face fully, crying out as his tongue breachesme. Clara laughs darkly, grinding harder on Ben’s cock. "Familiesexplore everything."

"Harder, Benjamin!" Clarasnarls, slamming down onto him. "Show Mommy how badly you needher ass." Ben’s tongue plunges deeper, frantic and wet. I rockagainst his mouth, whispering, "Yes...just like in myjournal..." Clara grabs my hair, forcing me to meet Ben’sdesperate gaze. "He found those sketches too," she hisses."The ones where you drew him fucking you here." Ben groansagainst my flesh, his fingers digging bruises into my hips."Practiced...with my fingers...thinking of you..." Claraleans down, biting Ben’s shoulder. "Now you’re living it,son. "

After all three of us were exhausted and sexuallysatisfied, we got ready for the night. The joy for me to finallyshare my bed with both my child and his beautiful girlfriend made myheart warm

I pulled Ben and Clara close under the damp sheets.Clara nestles against my back with possessive intimacy, her fingerstracing my hip bone while Ben buries his face in my neck, hisbreathing shallow and warm against my skin. Clara whispers "Sleepnow, my perfect family" as Ben's arm drapes heavily across mywaist. The room falls silent except for rain tapping the window andClara's faint humming against my spine. Ben's semi-erect penispresses against my thigh throughout the night, twitching occasionallyduring dreams.

Finally, I fell asleep with imaginativethoughts about the future, how our erotic incestuous journey wouldcontinue.

The end.