Thank You, Dadbydinkleberry©
[I always figured my parent's problems aren't my concern.]
Edited by TheOracle
[ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. In my writing I use an informal tone, slang, and sometimes improper punctuation to reflect the casual closeness such an illicit and forbidden relationship would require. This story involves the characters resting on a bed together a lot. With that, I interchangeably use lay, lie, lay down, laid down, and lying quite often improperly. However the purpose is for the story to read as if narrated by a 20 year old not an English major. If this offends you, DO NOT READ. I am sure there are plenty of incest-based submissions with the perfect grammar you seek.]
This is an epic tale of Love and Romance that chronicles the courtship and seduction of Sarah and her son Jacob. Although it depicts the lust and passion such a taboo relationship possesses it is not a story of spontaneous combustion but the narrative of one carrying a flame that eventually builds up to an inferno.
"Mmm, that feels good," I agreed as my body quivered.
"Oh, yes," I trembled as pleasure coursed through my body. Nonetheless since it was originating from my groin it was running contrary to my dream.
Opening my eyes I saw an exquisite crown of adorable sandy blonde hair hovering over my groin and could feel how rock hard my cock was. It was stiffer than any morning hard-on could produce. Attached to the sandy blonde hair was the body of a goddess and she was the reason I was so stiff. From her position I couldn't see her upper body but was able to enjoy the sight of her lower back pleasantly leading up to the beautiful breadth of her hips that ultimately flowed to her magnificent ass. I could only see the start of it but that was enough for me to know from experience how gorgeous it is.
"Mmm," I moaned as another wave of ecstasy coursed through me. Reaching down I petted her silky soft hair. Combing my fingers through her hair, she looked up at me with those entrapping sky blue eyes of hers. From the devilish look in her eyes I knew she was up to mischief and she proved it. Teasing me, she let her tongue hang out from her mouth swinging it behind an' forth. Extending it further she licked the full length of the underside of my cock. Starting at my sac she ran her tongue upwards and over the crown of my helmet. Tremors ran through my body and I sighed, "Oooooooooh,"
Two more times she did this, the whole time those sapphire gems remained fixed on me and I knew she was grinning with amusement from the affect she was having on me. After her last lick she continued travelling forward. She kissed my lower abs. She kissed my navel. She kissed my stomach. She kissed the hollow at the bottom of my chest. She kissed my breastbone. She licked my throat upwards to my chin which she kissed.
"Good morning," she whispered greeting me before her lips were upon mine. Sometimes I think there is no greater pleasure than kissing my love. Her lips remained on mine and my hands reached out, from her mid-back they ran down her body enjoying her supple smoothness. Reaching her wonderful ass each hand grabbed a handful of butt-cheek as if I needed to securely anchor my body.
I felt her silently chuckle before her tongue was on my lips demanding entrance. Opening my mouth her tongue hungrily licked my lips; by flexing certain muscles I was able to get my hard cock to spring up and slap at her pussy. My cock slapped at her pussy, her tongue entered my mouth to lick my teeth, my hands grasped at her luscious ass. My tongue reached out to hers and we kissed fully and passionately, my cock needily slapped at her pussy, my hands pulled at her trying to push her forward. My body screamed for me to fuck her.
With an amused chuckle at my hungry desire she broke our kiss. Reaching up she took hold of the headboard of my bed. Now her glorious tits hung teasingly above my face. Still I was focused on something I needed more. I flexed my cock up again, now with her hips raised and forward it hit upon her pussy lips. I concentrated on holding tight there. She felt the tip of my cock and with a slight shift of her hips she slowly slid down my cock.
To feel her pussy again was as staggering as that first time. I loved how wet she already was for me. I savored how tight she is. I treasured how velvety smooth her pussy feels. No pussy has ever felt as good as hers. As she completely sat upon me totally taking my cock fully inside her I loudly groaned, "Oh god, that's so fuckin' good."
Leaning forward she put one finger to my lips and whispered, "Ssshh, the others are still home."
There are some events in your life that are hard to pin-point when they started. This isn't really one of those. While the snowflakes that are my life's experiences have been building up for 20 years it was on a Tuesday night a single snow flake started rolling down the mountain that would eventually become an avalanche.
I was downstairs in the living room watching TV. While I have a TV in my bedroom I had just gotten the Blu-Ray edition of the latest Sci-fi blockbuster and wanted to enjoy it on the big 60 inch plasma screen in there. Since it was past 11PM, the rest of my family had retired or retreated to their bedrooms meaning my 22 year old, older sister Norah was in her bedroom and my parents to theirs.
I was sitting on one of the big, plush over-stuffed black leather sofas facing directly at the TV, meaning my back was to the door and the stairs behind. Suddenly my mother appeared in the living room. Coming around my left-hand side she was carrying a pillow and blanket, which she tossed down on the sofa catty-corner to the sofa I was sitting one.
Surprised and startled by her sudden appearance, I quickly pulled my feet off the coffee table before she could yell at me. Grabbing the remote I paused the movie and looked at her curiously. This was completely out of the ordinary.
"I can't take your father's snoring anymore," she growled as she sat down and saw my look of confusion. This has been a source of irritation between my parents for as long as I can I remember. While not exactly fat my father has always been a big man and now at 46, I'd guess he is about 6 foot and about 250 pounds. I simply shrugged as I figured my parent's problems aren't my concern. Instead I turned off the video and TV, making ready to leave the living room and finish watching the movie up in my bedroom.
"No, stay. There's no reason you have to leave on my account," my mother said as she stretched out on her claimed sofa with her facing towards the TV.
"Umm ok," I muttered awkwardly as I sat back down on my sofa and turned the TV back on. This was probably the first time in years that my mother and I had been alone together watching TV. My family while still together is not exactly close. In many ways we are four people who happen to be living together. While we all mostly get along, we're all living our own lives and going our own separate ways.
In the darkened living room I thought this was even more so between my Mom and I. To avoid the temptation of putting my feet back on the coffee table, I had turned and sat tucked into the corner of the sofa with my legs stretched out on it. I now faced my mother as much the TV. This allowed me to subtly glance over and admire her beauty. And that was why there was a distance between us. I found my Mom to be attractive and desirable. In fact to me she was THE most desirable woman I knew and so I was like an awkward teen around her. She was the hot chick that intimidated me and so I avoided her because of that.
Tonight she was simply laying there resting her head on her pillow watching the movie. She was wearing loose fitting black satin pajamas that shimmered in the reflecting light from the TV. Her pajamas had a soft pink piping and large white pearl buttons in the top that hid her luscious body but just knowing it was there was enough to get me hard.
I tried to split my attention 3 to 1 between watching the movie and slyly checking her out. I don't know if I've always been infatuated with my mother, but I do know when it kicked into hyper-gear and became an obsession. A little over five years ago I was up in my room surfing the Internet for porn and stumbled upon a video of adult actress Sara Jay. I was shocked as she looked as if she could be my mother's twin sister and even more incredible is the fact that my mother's name is Sarah Jessica.
I was mesmerized and aroused like never before. It took only a few minutes for me to cum watching her video as I sat there at my desk. As I watched Sara Jay suck some guy's cock I came like a volcano and as I stared at my monitor I was still unsure if that wasn't my mother in the video. Instantly I watched the video a second time and while lasting longer this time I came a second time as fully and completely as the first time.
Since then I've confirmed the fact that they are two different women. I've become consumed with Sara Jay and her videos, especially loving her MILF ones where she bangs a younger lover. I've also become secretly obsessed with my Mom, Sarah Jessica. I've learned the slight differences between the two women. While Sara Jay is 5'4, Sarah Jessica is 5'7. Sara Jay claims to be 34, whereas I know my mother is 42. Sara Jay has over the years gotten a series of tattoos, however to my knowledge Sarah Jessica has not. And while Sara Jay's boobs are enhanced my mother's fabulous tits are all hers.
My obsession with Sarah Jessica has led me to discover that my mother does have some secrets of her own. These include the fact that over 20 years ago she did some modeling, including doing girlie pics. From my fixation with Sara Jay, I once came upon a chat room where someone posted the question, 'Did Sara Jay ever pose as Susan James when she was young?'
The answer to that question is No, because to my amazed surprise Susan James is Sarah Jessica! I've successfully hunted down those pictures and know for a fact that they are my mother. Now remember that 20+ years ago girlie magazines were a lot tamer and way less raunchy than they are today. In my search I've discovered three photo spreads of Susan James, aka Sarah Jessica -- my mother.
The first one I was able to find was in one of the earliest editions of a start-up magazine called Fox. In the layout, Susan James is wearing a long white men's dress shirt while in a fancy shower. As the lay-out progresses her shirt becomes wetter revealing her fabulous tits until in the last two photos she removes the shirt first showing off her tight little ass and then the last one is a sorta full frontal where her boobs are fully exposed but her legs are at an angle where you only see a hint of her blonde pubic hair.
The next lay-out I was able to uncover was in a few months later edition of Cheri. In this one, Susan James is wearing a tight white tank top with the Cheri logo printed on it and white bikini bottoms with the matching logo on its backside. As the layout progresses she slowly strips, removing her top showing off her terrific tits and then her bottom finally gives way first showing off her tiny hiney before showing some full frontals. Unlike today, there's no spreading and 'showing pink' but instead she shows her trimmed blonde pubic hair and her pussy is tight and closed. Still to me it is one of the hottest photo sets I've ever seen and I've jerked-off to it maybe a thousand times.
To aid in the confirmation that Susan James is truly my mother -- beyond having matching features and hair as her pictures from that that time show -- is the fact that in our photo albums there is one picture of her at a party wearing that exact same Cheri tank top only she is wearing skin-tight black leather pants and tall heels. I've never had the nerve to ask her what the story is behind that picture.
The last lay-out was over a year later, which makes sense as my older sister would be by now born. This time the photo set appeared in the busty magazine Gent and in it she is bustier and a little thicker. While wearing a full set of lingerie including a luscious bra that squeezes her boobs tight, matching panties and a garter for her stockings she only strips down to being topless. Still that's been enough for me to enjoy, especially with knowing the age difference between my older sister and I there is the possibility that while posing for those pictures Susan James may have been carrying me. That fact has helped me cum to those pictures at least a million times.
Now as we lay on our individual couches I looked at my mother and thought that over the years her beauty has only increased. No longer tall, thin and busty her body has matured truly into a woman's physique. I would guess she is maybe 35 pounds heavier but it seems to have gone to all the right places as her body has thickened where her thighs have developed curves and shape. Her hips have widened and become fuller, thus giving her the true rear-end of woman -- full, shapely and calls your attention to it. Up top, her body has gotten some meat to it, softening it and giving her a more pronounced feminine shape and curves. While her waist is wider, her hips and shoulder girdle are more so thus giving her that feminine hour glass shape she was missing those 20+ years ago. Also her bosom has completely filled out to their current wonderment.
Being a lil deviant and my obsession with her I've, of course, snuck into her bedroom and inspected her lingerie. I've discovered she is a 36D (and sometimes a double D) while her waist seems to range between 28-30 and her hips are about a 38.
Since the beginning of time, or at least since before my birth, she has worked as an MT, Medical Transcriptionist. While I'm not 100% sure what that entails I do know she must be pretty good at it as she has multiple doctors' accounts while being able to work at home and set her own hours. What this means is that throughout my sister's and my childhood she was always home but also able to remain physically active. During our childhoods, Mom did her exercising at home except for her playing tennis which she would do 2 or 3 times a week. With my sister and I grown, Mom now trains at a women's only gym and still plays tennis a couple times a week.
Sitting in the darkness with the only light coming from the TV, I marveled at how strong my mother's and Sara Jay's facial resemblance is. I've often wondered if Mom is even aware of the resemblance as for years both her and Sara Jay wore their sandy blonde hair in an A-frame bob that they both parted on the left. Yet recently they've both begun to let their hair grow out while keeping that style. Sara Jay's is now midway down her back (although I suspect extensions) while my Mom's is now creeping past her shoulders. I personally enjoy the increased length with both ladies.
Both of their faces are a soft diamond anchored by a large Sephardic nose. While strong and prominent their nose is well shaped and serves as a foundation of an attractive, though more handsome than beautiful face. To complement their nose they have strong, prominent cheek bones that are softened by their full, fleshly cheeks. With that they seem to have deep set eyes. While Sara Jay has Hazel eyes my mother has pale light blue eyes. They both have the large mouth you would seem to expect and love to smile often. My mother often seems to stare into space daydreaming with a smile on her face and she is quick to laugh and show her bright white full teeth. They both have that small slightly square chin that truly gives their face that diamond shape.
I again noted all these attributes of my mother as I slyly checked her out as we watched the movie. I enjoyed seeing her smile and laugh while watching the movie more than I enjoyed watching the actual movie. Finally after about an hour and now past midnight the movie was over.
"Well okay Mom, have a good night," I muttered as I turned off the TV and made to leave. I guess I should mention now that in my house the stairs are in the middle of the house and right behind the front door so that when you open the door and enter the foyer it's right there. Hanging down from the open stairwell is a large pendent style lantern that's on 24/7. At night this provides enough light to navigate throughout the house, especially having lived there for 20 years. At that moment its light dimly shined into the living room enough to see without crashing into the furniture.
"Do I get a kiss good night?" my mother wondered and her question surprised me as the last time we exchanged kisses good night was 15 years ago when I was five. Still prudence said it would be easier to give her the requested kiss.
"Good Night," I mumbled as I air kissed her cheek and again made to leave.
"What kinda kiss is that? Get back here and give me a real kiss."
Since I had only taken two steps I quickly turned and bent down to kiss her cheek. Perhaps she didn't expect such a quick response as she had turned her head and my lips landed directly on her puckered lips. As if struck by electricity my lips seemed stuck to hers and the current ran directly to my groin. Instantly I had a raging hard-on. Then our lips broke free with the loud popping smack of a true kiss.
"Wow! Now I'll definitely sleep safe and sound," she giggled and I beat a soft retreat outta there.
I quickly made my way upstairs to my bedroom. Shutting the door I quickly grabbed my shot-rag, which happens to be an old sock with a hole in the toe. Sitting on the edge of my bed I jacked-off like a frenzied lunatic and came as hard as that first time I discovered Sara Jay. Finished I laid down and tried to sleep. After an hour of futility I again got familiar with myself and this time I was able to find sleep afterwards.
The next day flew bye easily as it seemed as if I was walking on sunshine. I had two college classes that day and had basketball practice afterwards. I play for the local college, which isn't really a big deal as it's a Division III (the lowest-level) but it's fun and I'm the starting point guard. And so I got home a few minutes after 6PM.
Entering the house I could sense it was full. Walking around I discovered my Mom sitting in her home office doing whatever it is she does. Seeing me she smiled and gave me that twinkling hand wave women do where they curl their fingers in that erotic manner. As a thrill ran through me I probably returned a goofy smile.
Entering the kitchen I found my sister cooking dinner. After discovering what was for dinner she ordered me to go get our father as dinner would be ready in minutes. Dinner was the usual affair. As we ate, the whole family discussed and even debated current events and politics. Since the beginning of time my parents have expected my sister and I to be aware and informed, to have opinions and be able to contribute to the conversation.
After debating certain national policies and the affect a proposed hike in the local sales tax would have dinner came to an end. With my sister having cooked dinner it fell to me to do the dishes. By the time I was done everyone had retreated to doing their own thing. Thus my sister was probably holed up in her bedroom and my father who is a voracious reader was, I assumed, in my parent's bedroom. Mom was back in her home office. This was perfect as this was what I was hoping for.
I again took my post in the living room sitting in the same spot as yesterday and started watching the usual Wednesday night crime dramas. As the opening credits for the 9PM show played Mom showed up with pillow and blanket. Gracing me with a smile she again laid down on her sofa and I felt my heart rate increase.
For the next two hours we watched TV together. I, of course, was also watching her but tonight she happened to glance over at me while I was looking seeming to catch me ogling her. Without saying anything she just gave me a wry smile. After a couple of repeats of Seinfeld and Everyone Loves Raymond at midnight, I shut off the TV and made to leave the room. As I made to walk by her she softly cleared her throat. I stopped and turned. As I was bending down I mumbled, "Good Night, Mom."