Incestory: Working Girl

When I was finished, I settled down onto her and struggled to regain my breath. She ran her fingers through my hair and swirled her hips as my penis softened inside her.

"I'm sorry," I managed to squeak out, "I got too excited ..."

"Shush," she giggled, "we're just getting started."

When I finally slipped out of her, she pushed me over onto my back and slid down me to take me into her mouth. I was so sensitive at first that my body jerked in pain but gradually the sensation became pleasurable again and soon I was hardening back up in her mouth.

She smiled up at me and I couldn't help but smile back. It was another moment I knew I would never forget; Mom's deep-blue eyes watching me as she swirled her tongue over the spongy tip of my cock and stroked me back to rigidity.

After a few moments I was ready for more and pulled her up the bed so that she was on her hands and knees. She watched me intently over her shoulder as I positioned myself behind her.

"Tell me you love me, Baby," she said as she lowered her face to her pillow and lifted her ass up to me. "Tell me you will never leave me."

I slid my cock back into her and gripped her hips. I was going to show her how I felt but I wasn't going to lie to her.

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I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with a start when I realized I was still in her bed.

I could feel the heat from her body on my back. She was laying on her side facing away from me. I rolled over so that I was pressed against her back and my penis was pressed into her ass.

"Mom? You awake?"

She didn't answer so I watched her for a few minutes.

My cock stiffened between us. I shook her shoulder to wake her. I wasn't ready to quit just yet.

She didn't stir.

"Mom?" I whispered into her ear. She didn't respond other than a slight quickening of her breathing that settled back down after a few seconds.

I spit in my hand and slid the spit over my cock as I slid it between her ass cheeks. I ran my cock up and down her crack until I found the entrance to her vagina.

"Mom?" I asked again.

I pressed the tip of my cock against her lips.

"Mom?" I asked rhetorically - at this point I didn't really care if she was awake.

I pressed past the barriers and slowly slid into her. She shifted position slightly in her sleep to accomodate me. She was still slick inside from the last few nuts I'd shot in her so that once I got inside her - it was smooth sailing.

She wanted to be my 'girlfriend' ... and that was fine by me. I was determined to get one last nut off before I was going to call it a night.

I was pretty sure she wouldn't mind.

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Melanie was dressed for work and waiting for me on the stoop when I came down the next evening. I was dragging ass and I was anxious to get upstairs. She lit a cigarette as I approached her. When I was close enough, she fixed me with a stare and put her hands on her hips.

"What happened to you?" She asked with a hurt tone in her voice. "I waited all night."

I must have made an expression when the thought of last night flashed through my mind because she could tell right away that I'd been with another woman.

"Never mind," she snapped and stood up to leave.

I took a few steps and grabbed her elbow to stop her. She stopped so suddenly that I almost collided into her.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I ... I got sidetracked."

"Obviously," she replied over her shoulder.

"Can I make it up to you?"

She turned around and fixed me with a curious smile: "You can help yourself."

I stepped back and pondered what she meant.

"Look," she kicked a at a piece of trash on the sidewalk absently as she paused to pick her words. "I need to ... we need to talk."

"We do?"

"Yes," she sighed, "come by the bar tonight ... and don't get ... sidetracked."

"I don't know what's going on with you and your husband and it's probably not my business but ..."

She put her hand to my chest to stop me.

"This isn't about him, okay?" She looked away and then back at me again. "Fuck it. Just come to the bar tonight!"

She walked away briskly and this time I didn't try to stop her.

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The elevator to my floor opened just in time for me to see Melanie's husband coming down the hall towards me. I stiffened and prepared myself mentally for a confrontation but he stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't waiting for me and was just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. I stepped off of the elevator and he pushed past me as closely as he dared and got on it.

I entered the apartment to find that Mom wasn't home. I was very disappointed in one respect but glad in another; I was going to have to get a shower and some much needed sleep if I was going to have the energy to meet up with Melanie tonight.

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I awoke to the sensation of soft long hair across my waist, gentle fingers massaging my testicles, and my cock sliding down my mother's throat.

None of the women I'd been with had ever taken me all the way down like that. The fact that my Mom was able to swallow my entire length gave me a slight pang of jealousy. She'd learned to suck cock somewhere and I guess there was still a childish part of me that still believed his mother was a perfect angel - despite all of the evidence to the contrary.

She must have realized I was awake and pulled off of me.

"Hey, Baby," she cooed.

"Do you always molest men when they're sleeping?" I asked her incredulously.

She laughed.

"You didn't mind molesting me when I was sleeping." She ran her tongue up my shaft. "You were a naughty boy!"

"You were awake?"

"You try sleeping with a big dick in your ass!"

"No thanks!"

"I know you liked thinking I was asleep," she ran her tongue back down my shaft, "you can fuck me any way you want to ... I can take it."

I considered that for a second.

"Well then, you can keep on molesting me!"

"So naughty!" She exclaimed.

I reached down to take a handful of her hair with one hand and slid my cock back into her mouth with the other. She sucked on the tip as I slowly jerked myself until I was close. At the last second, she swallowed me down again and squeezed my balls in a way that seemed to push the semen out of me as I ejaculated.

I pushed my cock as far down her throat as I could reach and let each jolt of semen go with a hard tug on her hair.

Finally I let go and she pulled off of me abruptly.

"You like that?" She slapped me harder than I expected. She went to slap me again and I rolled her over so she was pinned beneath me. "How could you be so mean to me!"

"I'm sorry!" I apologized sincerely. I didn't realize I'd done something wrong. "I didn't mean to!"

She rolled her eyes at me and took my face in her hands.

"How could you be so mean to me?" She cried in an overly dramatic and obviously cheesy way.

It dawned on me then that this was part of a game ... she wanted me to take her roughly.

"Do you treat your Mother that way?"

I pinned her down and She giggled as she tried to wiggle out from under me.

"No, please, stop!" She continued in her phony voice. "You can't fuck me! I'm your mother!"

"That's right!" I growled as I let go of her hands and let her slap at me as I jerked open her robe and yanked her panties down. She struggled to pull her panties back up but they ripped before I was finally able to strip them away from her. "That's exactly why I'm gonna fuck you!"

"No!" She tried to hold me back by pressing on my chest. "Please!"

I shoved myself inside her. She moaned and pretended to struggle at first but gradually her struggling turned into passion and within a few moments she was clawing my back and muttering inanely as she orgasmed and twitched beneath me.

When I came; I pulled it out and shot it all over her plump little belly. She grabbed my cock and aimed it at her fat titties to squeeze out the last few squirts of my seed.

She didn't act mad at me anymore ... in fact, she acted quite satisfied.

I rolled off of her and pulled my pants back up.

"Where are you going?" She asked as she rubbed my cum into her skin. "We're not done here."

"I gotta go do something."

She glared at me and spread her legs invitingly: "We are doing something."

I looked at her apologetically and she knew instantly what I was up to.

"Don't you fucking dare!" She sat up and looked around for her panties. When she saw them, she didn't bother, and rolled over to sit up on the edge of my bed. "I thought we had an agreement!"

I shook my head and laughed.

"I'm just getting a beer," I tried to give her an innocent expression but she didn't buy it. "I'll be back in a few hours."

She covered her eyes and burst into sobs.

"C'mon, Mom!" I laughed, "Are you fucking kiddin' me? Is this part of some game too?"

She looked up at me with real tears in her eyes. Her makeup was smeared and she looked pathetic.

"If you go," she said quietly, "you won't come back."

I had to laugh again: "What are you talking about? Of course; I will!"

She pushed past me, out of the room, and slammed her bedroom door behind her.

I had to assume that the game was over.

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Melanie nodded to a stool at the end of the nearly empty bar when I entered. There were a few people in booths in the back so we were basically alone in the front except another bartender who sat by herself at the game machine at the end of the bar.

She didn't ask what I wanted but poured the drink I liked.

"You're good," I acknowledged when I took the first sip.

She smiled wanely and wiped absently at the bar. I watched her tits jiggle while she worked and finished my drink a little too quickly. I guess all the semen I'd been dumping lately had left me a bit dehydrated.

She had another drink ready right away and that one was gone nearly as fast.

"You better slow your roll," she said quietly, "I got another few hours."

"I don't have much time," I lied. "Why don't you get off a little early."

She looked over at another girl on a stool at the end of the bar.

"Candy, you wanna close up?" The girl looked up and shrugged. "Cool, I'm gonna roll out."

Candy walked back behind the bar and Melanie came around to sit next to me.

"So," I said after a minute of silence, "what's on your mind?"

She took my hands in hers and bowed her head for a second as if she was saying a prayer. Then she sniffeled and turned her head away from me.

"I have something I think you should see," she said in a way that left no doubt that she was serious.

"I can't wait."

The way my life had been going the last few days, I doubted anything could surprise me.

She stood up and pulled me by my hands to come with her. I fished out some cash but she told me not to worry about it. She led me around the bar and through the kitchen to the offices in back. She had a key and let us in to a room that had security monitors.

She pointed to a stool in the corner, indicating I should sit, and turned back to an ancient VCR on the wall.

"A movie?" I joked, the alcohol making me flippant. "Let me guess ... Rocky IV. I'm gonna need popcorn."

She popped in a tape and pressed play.

"I wish," she sighed.

She stepped aside to let me watch. I could see her behind the bar. She looked at someone off camera and slipped out of camera view. A minute later, Candy came to the bar just as my mother sat down.

"Not her first time at The Corner," Melanie commented.

I leaned forward to read the time stamp in the corner of the screen ... it was from a few days ago. There was a flicker and the monitor switched to the back hallway where the bathrooms were. There I could make out my mother with a man. They were making out in the hallway. He had his hands inside her shirt one moment and then he was lifting her skirt the next.

"You're into peeping?" I couldn't help but joke to try to cover up my growing anxiety.

"It gets better," she warned.

I cleared my throat and gathered my senses: "She's a grown woman; she can do what she wants."

They made their way to a door at the end of the hall and went in.

"Where does that go?" I asked.

"The storage room," she answered.

The tape flickered again and the man came out. He straightened his pants and shirt and was joined a moment later by Mom. The man handed her some money and walked under the camera and out of view. Mom went into what I recognized as the restroom. The monitor flickered again and the view was back at the bar. Mom was sitting there and then another man joined her. I recognized the man ... it was Melanie's husband.

"He thought I was out of town for the day," she commented.

He handed Candy a bill and turned to my Mom. Candy looked at the camera knowingly.

"He thought giving Candy a few bucks would shut her up. He didn't know I was in here."

The next scene was a repeat of the first. They went into the storage room and came out together.

"Your Mom's a hooker," Melanie informed me flatly; although, I'd already come to that conclusion myself. "And my husband is her best customer. She started workin' here a few days before you guys moved in."

I didn't know what to say or do. That explained Mom's instant hostility. She didn't want me to talk to Melanie because she didn't want me to know what she was up to. It was one of those watershed moments when your whole life changes ... not that banging your Mom isn't a watershed moment too ... this was just a little bit more painful.

"Is there a camera in that room?"

She nodded but didn't do anything.

"So ...?"

"You don't want to go there," she warned.

"Oh, yes I do!"

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He had her bent over a desk. Apparently, he was a butt-man, and Mom didn't seem to mind.

Melanie watched me as I watched the tape. I was careful not to let her read my expressions by keeping my face as still as possible. Apparently, she'd seen it enough not to have to watch it again.

It didn't take her husband long to finish. I really didn't want to see him pull his junk out of my Mom's ass and shove it in her mouth when he came ... but I wouldn't have wanted to miss it either.

It was something I needed to see.

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"So what do we do about it?" I asked her. "About your husband?"

She looked at me sweetly and smiled.

"I don't give a fuck about that loser!" She twisted the ring on her finger as if she was trying to loosen it. "I want you to know what's going on because ...," she trailed off as if she really didn't know why she wanted me to know. "You seem like a nice guy."

She came over and put her arm on my shoulder.

"Maybe there's a reason for all of this."

"You want to get revenge, right?" I asked her. "I'm sure I could flatten him in about 5 seconds."

She shook her head no and sighed. Then, without warning, as if she suddenly couldn't hold herself up anymore, she sat down on my lap. It took me by surprise and I almost dropped her. She put her arms around my neck to steady herself.

"I just had the feeling when I first saw you that ... shit, I don't know." She paused to gather her thoughts. "Maybe I'm just bein' a bitch."

"Why do you say that?"

She looked back into my eyes.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Of course!" I stammered. "You're beautiful!"

"I don't deserve what Tony is ... does to me." She ran her hands over my chest. "I knew you had no idea what she was doing and it was killin' me to see her workin' ... It's like ..." She paused again and this time I could tell she was scared to say the next sentence but determined to anyway. "I was crushin' on you the instant I saw you. I even went out of my way to see you around the block? You had to notice."

"Stalker!" I accused her.

"Always with the fucking jokes!" She slapped my chest playfully.

"I am really struggling to keep a sense of humor here." I shifted her weight so my cock wasn't poking her ass so much. "I thought you just wanted to get a little on the side."

"Shut the fuck up! It's not like I'm some basic bitch! Do you have any idea how many times a day I get hit on?" She wiped her eyes and laughed. "I'm sure I'm bein' stupid right now but I just can't help it!"

I took her chin in my hand and pulled her into a kiss. She was eager to kiss me back and her full soft lips were as sweet and soft as I'd imagined they would be.

"You need a nice guy," I said into her lips. "And apparently, I'm in need of a new ... girlfriend."

"Are you hitting on me?"

"Maybe I am!"

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She pulled me to her and slid her ass up onto the desk under the monitor. I slid her shorts and panties down as she freed my cock from my jeans. I noticed she was shaved too. Her pussy was dark and puffy, a glistening mound of sweet honey. She leaned back and pulled my head down between her legs.

I gave it my best effort. I worked her pussy lips and sucked on her clit, alternating nibbles with tiny kisses, and throwing a few fingers up in her for good measure. She squirmed and giggled until finally she couldn't stand it anymore and pulled me up so she cold lick her own juices from my lips and chin as I slid my cock into her steamy velvet hole.

We made love. That was the best way to put it. We were tender and sweet with our fingers and lips as we rolled our hips in harmony in our coupling. As she reached her climax, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me tight. I grabbed a handfull of her plump brown ass with each hand and lifted her up and down just enough to slide in her as she ground herself out against me. When she was done, I set her back down and pressed into her until I was on the verge myself.

"I'm gonna cum!" I warned her. She moaned and tightened her grip with her arms and legs so that I had no choice but to release inside her. She whimpered with each spasm and sucked on my neck in her pleasure.

We held each other for a few minutes until I felt myself hardening back up inside her. I was ready for another go.

She pushed me back so I fell out of her and jumped off the desk.

"You're gonna make my shit all sore if you fuck me like that again!"

I looked down at my stiff cock and then back into her eyes.

"You're gonna leave me like this?" I wasn't ready to stop yet.

She laughed and spun around. She placed her hands on the table and wiggled her plump ass at me.

"You want some of that?" She smiled over her shoulder at me.

As I fucked her, I watched the tape on the monitor above her. Mom was definitely a hard working Working Girl. I wondered why she'd even bothered to keep me around. She could obviously afford the place by herself if she kept up her shifts. In fact, she'd be able to use the apartment if I wasn't there. Maybe, me leaving her would simplify her business plan.

By the time I was tossing my second load of seed up into Melanie, Mom was gagging on her third customer.

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"I think you can get a job in any bar, in any town, and I can always re-enlist."

She shook her head no.

"What do we do then?" I asked.

She reached down and pulled her panties and shorts back on.

"We get as far away from here as we can," she grabbed her purse off of a rack and slung it over her shoulder. "We can catch a train tomorrow." She pulled her hair back and tied it up with a scrunchie. "I got family in Miami. My Pops can get you a job at his store."

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"I'm not sure of anything anymore ... except I want to start over ... with you."

I laughed, pulled her close, and kissed her again.

"I've always wanted to see Miami."

"Are you sure?" She asked me.