Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day
Sex Story Author: | Artist_Of_It_All |
Sex Story Excerpt: | "I am sort of planning out an all day affair. A 24-hour honeymoon, if you will." Danielle turned towards me |
Sex Story Category: | Cheating |
Sex Story Tags: | Cheating, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Fiction, First Time, Incest, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Romance, Teen, Teen Male / Female, Virginity, Wife, Young |
My eyes opened.
Mom was standing at the dresser, pulling a pair of jeans up over her see-through thigh-highs. Her
firm and voluptuous breasts, which filled their respective 36G brassieres, were unclothed as she
zipped up her jeans. She had a nice, thick body. Not chubby, but definitely had some woman to her.
“Morning,” I said, closing my eyes and rolling over to put my head on Mom’s pillow. It had her
ever-so-recognizable scent engulfing it. “How’d you sleep, sweetie?” she said, riffling through her
underwear drawer, searching for a bra. “Good,” I said, squinting into the bathroom at the sun shining
in. “Hook me up, please,” she said. She had her bra on and was holding the straps in the back. I got
up from the bed and walked up behind her. I grabbed the straps from her fingers and latched the hooks
together. The bra latched, I adjusted the strap around her back and up to her cups, which I ran my
hands over and groped.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.”
She smiled and ran her hands over mine, intertwining fingers over the brassiere material.
“Thanks, baby. And I just loovvee…..”, she turned to face me and gave me a kiss, “….being a Mother.”
She walked to the closet, picked out her favourite blouse which always revealed a little too much
cleavage and pulled it over her head.
So there she stood, my 36-26-36 Mother, in all of her loving, voluptuous beauty.
Today was her day, so I had to make sure that it was extra special.
1. INTRODUCTION
In the simplest way of putting it, our family were swingers. Amongst ourselves.
Outside of the house, my Mom and Dad were as happy as any husband and wife of 16 years would
be. Their great chemistry, which is why they married in the first place, still held strong to this day.
We seemed like a normal family on the outside. But inside our home, everything was switched.
My Mom’s name is Marissa, but I sometimes call her Missy or Marie when were fucking. It was us that
initiated this uncommon household setup. She is a sort of socialite among the other housewives here
in the city. Always on the go, taking my younger siblings to their soccer games, picking us up from
school and dining out and shopping with friends. And at 34, amazingly technology savvy as well.
If it wasn’t for her, I would have never beaten the Portal 2 co-op campaign. And she never leaves the
house without her iPhone.
This whole thing got started when I had gone downstairs one night to get something to drink.
It was at least 3 A.M. when I entered the kitchen and flipped on the light. And that’s when I saw her.
She was sitting on the couch, facing the television. I could only see her head from this angle, but it
looked as though she was asleep, with her head tilted off to the right. I walked around the couch and
gasped. She was wearing these unreal black thigh high socks which lead up to a pair of black,
see-through lace trimmed boyshorts. Above this was a purple tie-front crop top. The whole thing was
tied insanely low and she didn’t even have a bra on. Her ravishing G cup breasts were spilling out
because of this, pushing aside and hanging over her top. And to top all of this off, her jet black
hair was braided into two pigtails, with a little pink bow at the end of each one.
I couldn’t help but stare. I tried not to move for fear of waking her. “Why was she dressed like this?”
I wondered, “And at 3 A.M. in the living room?” I didn’t ponder this for too long. Her figure was way
too intoxicating for me to dwell on much else. I watched her lips open as she licked them with
her tongue, leaving them agape. I watched her breasts rise and fall with her shallow breathing, beautiful
womanly mountains resting on her chest. I watched as her legs moved slightly, then parted to give
full view of her crotch. My heart skipped a beat. I quietly walked around to view her from the front.
In between the valley of her thighs, I could see the outline of her vaginal lips through her underwear.
I had never before seen my Mom as a sex symbol, but now, seeing her displayed in all of her womanly
glory, I was entranced. I inched closer to get a better look. She licked her lips again and turned her
head slightly. I decided to be brave and gave her a little kiss on the stomach.
Nothing.
I gave her another on her right thigh.
Still, nothing.
Then I went for it and kissed her right breast to the left of the nipple.
She sighed, but that was all.
I had one knee on the couch between her legs and both arms on the back of the couch on either side
of her head. She seemed to be sound asleep, so I went for the grand finale. My lips touched hers.
The next 5 seconds were the most surprising in my life. She moved, instantly full of life. She wrapped
her arms around me, pressing her lips on mine and pulling me down on top of her as she rotated her
body to be lying on the couch. Her eyes were still closed as she shoved her tongue into my mouth
and hugged me tightly. It was at this point that I had gotten over minor shock and began to think.
“What if Mom had been waiting for Dad? He was supposed to come home late from work. Maybe
she fell asleep waiting for him and now thinks that he’s back……and that I’m him….”
I decided to milk this for all I was worth. I responded just as fervently, sucking on her lips and grabbing
her thigh, running my hand down to her ass. Then she opened her eyes.
I was in total amazement as she continued what she was doing. She must have known it was me
all along.
I won’t go into much more detail here. I will, however, say that I lost my virginity to my Mother that
night and she became pregnant. That was 3 years ago, when I was 13. I am now 16 and the father
of a beautiful 2 year old girl named Lexi.
This impregnation of Mother certainly caused some household crisis. It was a tough time, but came
out perfectly. We all sat down to discuss the matter in a little family meeting. Mom said that she
would like to continue sleeping with me, and I was in favor. This resulted in the only solution we could
come to that wouldn’t cause domestic issues. In return for giving up Marissa for good, Dad
became romantically involved with my sister, Danielle.
Danielle was 14 at the time, 17 now. She inherited quite a few aspects from her Mother, namely the
large breasts, buxom figure and entrancing black hair. She was blessed with 34Ds back then, 34E
now. She would often parade around the house completely topless, showing off her impressive assets
which would really get Dad going. They also had a child. A 1 year old girl that they named Scarlet. I’ve
never slept with her though, or have seen her pussy. That’s for Dad’s eyes and cock only. And I was
perfectly fine with that. Mom was all the woman I would ever need, and she was always there for me
no matter what.
I also have 2 other siblings. Jake, 10. And Lindsey, 8. We have, however, set up a ground rule in the
house. No sexual relations until the said person becomes 13. And once they do, they chose a person
to become their lover and that’s that. Didn’t matter how old the person was, as long as the person
choosing had turned 13. Seeing how there wasn’t much choice, it looked as though Jake and Lindsey
would start sleeping with each other in 3 years. I always thought that they’d make a good couple.
Never fought and always got along. However, once Jake was 13, if he ever did get angry with Lindsey,
he could take it out on her little pussy.
So this was my incest-influenced family. And let me tell you, we’ve never been happier. And now it was
the day were I could treat Marissa like the goddess that she was. It was Mother’s Day, one of my
favorite days of the year.
2. MORNING
Mom and I walked downstairs, holding hands. This had become a tradition as of late. We would start
every day this way. We’d go into the day together, holding hands, and end it, sexually connected.
“Morning!” Mom said to everyone. Jake and Lindsey were watching Saturday morning cartoons and
Danielle and Dad were at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. Danielle was topless again, her breasts
resting on the table. “How’d you two sleep?” Marissa asked. “Hardly at all,” Danielle replied, winking
at Dad. “We need to go shopping today, Mom. Victoria’s Secret has that new line out now. And I
should treat you to a Mother’s Day gift anyway.” “Awww, that’s sweet of you, dear,” Mom said, walking
through the kitchen and getting the kid’s breakfast ready. “Hell, I should make some investments of
my own. My wardrobe is getting repetitious. Isn’t it, babe?” She looked at me as she said this. “You
know I’ll always enjoy whatever you have in store each night, Mom.” She smiled, bit her lip, then
sighed. “Hey little brother,” Danielle said, “Check this out.” She was reading the newspaper and
pointed to an article right next to her left breast. I walked around the table to read it.
“So son,” Dad said, picking up and taking his dishes to the sink, “You getting your Mother anything
for Mother’s Day?” “Thinking about it,” I said, eyeing Mom who was bending over to get something
out of the fridge.
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