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An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.



Andy Wilson hummed to himself as he adjusted the burner on the stove, lowering the heat now that the water was boiling. He dumped a load of rigatoni into the pot and clamped a cover over it. He opened a jar of vodka sauce and poured it into a smaller pot, and flipped the burner to medium heat.

He was just about to start cutting up the chicken cutlets when he heard his mother's car pull into the driveway. Andy smiled broadly, happy that she was home, and silently pleased with himself for preparing dinner for her. He didn't do it often enough, he could admit even to himself, since he worked full time and went to college full time, but he tried to make her dinner whenever he had the opportunity. She worked hard herself, and she had sacrificed much to raise him alone after his father died. They had always had a close relationship, and recently they had become closer still.

The front door klumped as his mother came into the house. He heard her heels clicking on the floor, the whump of her purse and clunk of her keys being set down on the hall table. A moment later she appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"You're a little late, aren't you?" Andy said, withdrawing a knife from a drawer.

"Why, what have you heard?" his mother said with a sultry laugh. Tracy Wilson, even at forty, was a spectacularly beautiful woman. In Andy's estimation, she was in fact the most beautiful woman in the county, if not the hemisphere. Maybe even the world.

Statuesque, with pale skin and dark eyes, she wore her straight brown hair long. She had grown it out lately, and it fell in waves like a chocolate waterfall down to the middle of her back. A few afternoons each week at Amazonia, the gym in town, helped Tracy maintain her shape, including a narrow waist and long, well toned legs. Even so, Tracy possessed a prodigious chest, flaring hips, and a springy, heart-shaped ass. Her pneumatic frame filled out her charcoal gray business suit admirably.

She had a blue plastic bag in her hands and Andy could see some kind of box held within it.

Andy was dark and pale like his mother, but his green eyes were weak and he wore wire-rim spectacles. She could make him blush very easily, even after all they had been through, and he blushed now at the implication of her words. He couldn't help but feel a stir between his legs either, but that had as much to do with her mere proximity as it had to her insinuation. "Mom," he said, drawing the word out.

She smiled. "I stopped at the mall on the way home." She reached into the bag and pulled out the box, setting it on the counter where Andy was preparing dinner. Dinner was quickly forgotten.

"A digital camcorder?" he said. There was definite activity between his legs now, as his cock began to lengthen and harden. They had talked about this sort of thing, but his mother had given him no clue as to how soon they would be trying it.

"I got the right one, didn't I?" Tracy asked, suddenly concerned.

Andy smiled broadly. "No, you definitely did. You just caught me by surprise." He set the knife down, turned to the sink to quickly rinse off his hands, and stepped towards his mother.

Tracy folded into her son's arms. Normally the same height, she was a little taller than him in her heels, and had to bend down slightly. Her lips brushed his, a light caress, as she looked directly into his eyes. They were so pretty, his eyes, a warm and inviting green, and the mixture of love and lust in them never failed to make her legs go wobbly. She tightened her hold on him to keep herself steady as she opened her lips and allowed his tongue to taste hers. They kissed deeply, passionately, hungrily, for long moments, each one relishing the taste and touch of the other.

"So, after dinner..." Andy said when they broke for air. He was a little breathless, as much from the kiss as from the anticipation.

"As soon as the battery is charged, sweetie," Tracy said. There were days when she came home to him and wanted him to rip her clothes off and ravish her in the front door, and this was one of them. Just purchasing the camera had made her wet, and her pussy had soaked through the gusset of her panties on the ride home. She didn't want to wait, but their new toy had to be prepared.

Andy broke into a boyish grin, eyes alight as if it were Christmas morning. He unpackaged the camera, giving the instructions a cursory look, and quickly set up the charger. He had always been good with electronics, as evidenced by the elaborate entertainment center in his old bedroom.

While they waited, Tracy let him get back to making dinner. She slid up behind him and snaked her arms around his waist, settling her chin across his shoulder and pressing her plush, heavy breasts against his back. She breathed in his manly scent as he ably diced up chicken and dumped the sections of meat into the pot with the vodka sauce. Normally she would have divested herself of shoes and jacket – at least – upon entering the house, but she had plans, and wanted to be "in costume" when the time was right.

Her pussy fluttered in anticipation. She was certain her thighs were making a squelching motion whenever she moved, she was so soaking wet.

Shortly after his eighteenth birthday, Andy had, unbeknownst to Tracy, discovered that she had a short, whirlwind career in pornographic films. He had been a child then, newly orphaned by a drunk driver, and in the absence of her loving husband, Tracy had been forced to rely on her natural talents to make ends meet. She had been good at it too, and enjoyed it as much as she could have at the time. The money she made allowed her to build a nest egg that financed her return to school and more socially acceptable employment. She wasn't ashamed of what she had done, although she knew some part of her wildness had been a reaction to losing her husband, but she had never planned to share her secret life with Andy.

He had found out on his own, stumbling across her exploits after purchasing videos at an adult bookstore the next town over. For two years he had toiled in secret obsession, compiling a collection of Tig O'Bitties memorabilia, including copies of magazines in which she'd featured. Tracy discovered his cache of incestuous pornography while searching his room for drugs, convinced they were the reason for his odd behavior and distance. Shortly thereafter, Andy found her masturbating to one of her own movies in the middle of his bed, and they had been lovers ever since.

Soon, they would be co-stars. She felt an illicit thrill shiver through her lush frame at the thought. Sick and wrong as their relationship was – albeit sexually and emotionally fulfilling as well – but to immortalize it via film? They had talked about doing so many, many times, usually while watching one of her old movies together.

"Mom," Andy groaned. Tracy came back to herself, surprised and a little chagrinned to realize that she had been cupping and massaging his crotch through his jeans without even realizing it. Andy's thick cock pulsed beneath the denim, encircled by his mother's slim, agile fingers. "I can't take much more of this," Andy continued. "Why don't we just fuck, have dinner, then play with the camera?"

Tracy pressed her whole hand along Andy's length, pressing it against his leg. His was not the longest cock she'd ever taken, nor the thickest; but it was thicker than the longest and longer than the thickest. Her son had a truly glorious penis, the perfect size, heft, and shape to fit snugly inside her. She could almost agree to his plan. She really was rather worked up herself. But she wanted him fresh for the film.

"Keep it in your pants a little longer, sweetie. Mommy wants this to be special." She teased him further with a salacious lick along his earlobe. Andy groaned again. With a quick peck against his cheek, Tracy finally, reluctantly, released him. She found that she was panting as well. She scurried to the other side of the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it greedily.

Andy watched with hungry eyes, leaning against the counter. He cried out in dismay when the pasta began to bubble over, and turned to deal with dinner.

While Andy did that, Tracy checked the battery. The little green light had stopped blinking. Tracy licked her full upper lip. That was fast, she thought. Good.

Andy drained the pasta in the sink and set the pot back down on top of the stove. Tracy nudged him with her hip and pointed wordlessly at the battery charger. Andy broke into that boyish grin again. Her heart skipped a beat. She watched him scoop up the battery and slam it home in the camera, noting that his hands shook a little. She shivered herself, overcome with carnal love for her child. He was just so damn cute.

In moments, Andy had the device figured out. His brows furrowed. "What do you-?"

"Let me get in position," Tracy said, instantly becoming the director. "All I want you to do is keep that lens pointed at me the entire time. You can start when I give you the word. Just act natural, okay?" She kissed him lightly on the lips and then swirled away in a cloud of perfume and long brown hair.

Andy admired her swaying backside as his mother sauntered back down the hall, towards the front door. He heard her call "Action!" and started the camera.

It was a little weird at first, looking through the device, but it was also intensely erotic and exhilarating. His first sexual experience with his mother was via film, and now they were about to make one together.

Tracy's heels clicked on the hall floor once more. She appeared in the kitchen doorway, fully dressed, but slightly mussed. She had shaken her hair out, making it look fuller, and unbuttoned the first few buttons of her blouse, revealing a hint of cleavage as well as the gold necklace around her throat.

"Hi honey, Mommy's home," she said, giving the words a slight sexual purr. "Did you miss me?"

She waited a beat, standing in the doorway, one hip cocked forward, one arm thrown back, giving a sort of three-quarter profile that hinted at the amazing curves largely hidden by her suit. When Andy didn't respond, she continued, "What's wrong baby, cat got your tongue?"

"Oh," Andy said out loud. "I'm supposed to-" he started to say, then quickly silenced it. His mother's only response was an arched eyebrow and a slight uptick of her full, kissable lips. Andy cleared his throat self-consciously. He had dreamed about this moment so many times, but had never considered having to improvise his own lines.

"I just, uh, sorry Mom. It's just that you're so, um, so hot." The words tumbled out, jumbled, speaking too quick, and yet with an artificial affectation that echoed in his own ears.

Tracy laughed lightly. She silently mouthed "Relax" and gave him a wink. Then she continued, aloud. "Why thank you sweetie, I'm happy to hear that." She glided into the kitchen with a sultry sway of her hips.

"I've had such a long, difficult day at work. I'm so glad to be home. I need to unwind a bit." She fluffed a lock of hair over a shoulder. "Let my hair down, get a little wild." She paused, lowering her eyes, as if suddenly bashful. "Do you think you can help Mommy with that, sweetie?"

"What, uh, what do you have in mind?"

Tracy gave the camera, and her son, a sultry smile. "I was thinking of starting with a hot, thick, creamy load of your cum in my belly. Then we'll see where the night takes us. Does that sound like a good idea, baby?"

Andy started to nod, caught himself, and answered, "Yeah, Mom, that sounds like a great idea."

Tracy chuckled softly. She tucked a lock of hair behind one ear and sauntered across the room towards her son, putting a little extra oomph into each step, giving her hips an exaggerated swing. Andy groaned unconsciously. She was just so damn sexy, so hot, so gorgeous. That she was his mother, the woman who gave birth to him, who raised him, who taught him right from wrong, just made it so much hotter.

Andy aimed the camera and followed his mother's movements as she unbuttoned her suit jacket, slid it off her shoulders, and carefully hung it on the back of a chair. "I suppose it wouldn't do to get any mess on my clothes," she said.

Tracy began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, sensuously, one button at a time, beginning with her sleeves, and continuing at her throat all the way down her chest and belly. Untucking the shirt, she slipped it off and draped it across the jacket.

She stood nearly naked from the waist up, clad only in a plain, industrial strength white bra that strained to contain her immense breasts. Tracy smiled widely as she reached behind her to unsnap her bra. In three quick flicks of her fingers it was free, springing forward slightly as her titanic tits, no longer constrained, thrust forward eagerly. Tracy moaned slightly. She slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, but held the bra cups against her breasts with one hand. When her arms were free, she lifted the bra away from her in one smooth moment and cast it onto the kitchen table.

Andy focused the camera on his mother's huge, flawless tits. Without the bra constraining them, they separated, bouncing and jiggling erotically as they settled on her chest. They were heavy, but firm, defying gravity despite her age and their size. Her cream colored skin couldn't hide a fine tracery of blue veins, and her large, coral pink nipples were hard as diamond and ready to be suckled. Tracy cupped a tit in each hand, letting her fingers sink into her succulent flesh. "You love Mommy's breasts, don't you baby?"

Andy grunted. "Yeah, Mom, I do," he said aloud. He would get the hang of this eventually.

"And Mommy loves the way you look at them. You make me feel so special." Tracy looked the camera in the eye. "And I love how your cock feels sandwiched between my tits. Speaking of which, you're a little overdressed for this party, baby."

Tracy slid to her knees, still in her charcoal skirt, hose and high heels. Her heavy tits swayed with each movement, hard nipples pointing directly at him. Andy tracked her with the camera, and focused in as she gripped his belt and unbuckled his pants. With one swift movement, she dragged pants and boxers down his legs. His large cock, already leaking precum, snapped up and glanced against her chin, leaving behind a slimy trail. Tracy dragged a fingertip across her chin and fed the liquid between her lips. "Mmmm, tasty," she said.

Tracy rose up on her knees and cupped her tits, presenting them to her son. With one arm bracing her massive rack, she took his long cock in hand and aimed it at her cleavage. Andy's cock sank between her soft, inviting breasts. She closed them around him, enveloping him, caressing his every inch. "Mmmm," Tracy said, "my son's cock is between my tits, and I love it. Do you love it, baby?"

"It feels so good, Mom," Andy said. "I love your... I love your tits." Talking dirty was not second nature to Andy. His mother had practiced with him for some time, but he still felt stilted and awkward to his own ears. On the plus side, it did sound like the kind of dialogue he was used to hearing in her old films. Minus the incest angle, of course. That was new, but still pretty hot.

Tracy moaned again. Andy's cock squirted precum into the valley between her breasts, slickening her skin and easing the friction. She modified her hold on him, letting his cock spring back to attention against his belly before wrapping it between her sweet jugs once more. She began to slide up and down his cock. The cockhead peeked out from between the top of her cleavage. Each time it did, Andy gave it a little flex, and a dollop of precum splattered hotly on her skin. "Do you like fucking Mommy's tits, baby?" Tracy said into the camera.

"I love it, Mom. I could do this all day."

"Oh, but that won't get me what I want," Tracy said, with a little frown. "I want my son's sweet load in my mouth, not on my tits." The frown turned into a wicked smile. "At least, not the first one." With that, she released him from the sweet prison of her enormous breasts. Her slim hands wrapped around his aching girth, stroking him lightly. Tracy's fingertips grazed his cockhead, trailing precum around it, then down the shaft, coating him completely. Her hands made squishing noses as they swept up and down.

With a practiced motion, Tracy tucked a lock of long brown hair behind her ear, leaned forward, and carefully licked the tip of Andy's cock. She shivered in ecstasy, selling it a little bit for the camera. "You taste delicious, baby," she said. "I can't wait to have this thing in my mouth."

Suiting action to words, she slipped her lips over his sensitive cockhead, sucking lightly on him, teasing his cockslit with the tip of her tongue. She moaned theatrically as she swallowed him. Slowly her lips moved forward on his shaft, and he slid into her hot, wet, lovely mouth. Andy gave his cock a few flexes, expanding and contracting in her mouth, sending splatters of precum to coat her tongue and slither down her throat.

Tracy's cheeks bulged. Saliva and other fluids stained her lips, coated Andy's length. She swallowed him slowly, her dark eyes looking up at him, straight into the camera's unwinking eye. She took a deep, shuddering breath through flared nostrils before driving her lips all the way down to the base of his raging dick. She held him there, firmly rooted in her throat, for about five seconds, before noisily slurping her way back up to the crest of his member and taking another deep breath.

Tracy's slim fingers gripped and caressed the exposed length of his dick, while her tongue caressed the portion still in her mouth, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked vigorously. Andy thrust slowly between her lips, feeling his sensitive cockhead scrape across the roof of her mouth. Tracy swallowed precum greedily, as torrents of it sprayed from the end of her son's perfect cock.

She thrust herself forward again, faster this time, taking his entire length again, holding for a few seconds, her eyes watering, never wavering from the camera. She released him once more. Deep breath, swallow, repeating the movements with a gradually quickening pace, over and over again. Andy kept as still as possible, trying to keep the camera still, keep it recording every delicious moment. He also knew from past experience that if he thrust to hard or without warning, he could choke his mother, and he wanted to avoid that at all costs.

With a loud slurp, Tracy released Andy's cock and raised it up. She wrapped her lips around one of his large, heavy, cum-filled balls and sucked it into her mouth, teasing it with lips and teeth and tongue. "Oh, baby," Tracy gasped, "I can feel it, you have a nice big load in there for Mommy, don't you? You're going to come hard for Mommy, baby, you're going to fill my mouth with your cum, you're going to spray it down my throat and fill my belly. You're going to make Mommy choke on your seed, aren't you?"

"Jesus, Mom," Andy gasped. Her fingers tightened around his cock, stroking him, as she tongued his balls.

"That's what Mommy wants," Tracy groaned. "I want to drown in a shower of my son's delicious cum." Oh, she was good at this, as Andy well knew. Just her words were getting him close, never mind the pleasure she inflicted on him with hand and mouth.

Tracy released his nuts, dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock, and swallowed the head between her lips once more. She thrust herself down to the root in one savage motion, swallowing him whole, and as her throat constricted around the end of his dick, he felt the familiar stirrings at its base.