THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK – part 4

THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK – part 4

by Oediplex 8==3~

Part 4: When many fantasies are finally fulfilled

When she awoke Mandy could see by the clock it was well past time for Harry to be gone to work. Sure enough, it was just Jack and herself in their big bed. She looked over at her son and saw in the youth, both the boy he once was, and the man he was now becoming. Her heart was simultaneously filled with sentimental nostalgia and maternal pride, and, she had to admit, unladylike lust for the lad.

At that moment, as if sensing her third more base emotion, Jack rolled over on to his back. A morning woodie tenting the sheet at his middle. “Morning, mom. That was some night, huh?”

“Had fun, did you?”

“You know I did. How about some more? See what cock the son-rise brings crowing?” He drew back the covering and both bare bodies came to light. There was a resplendent erection exposed and Mandy’s eyes feasted on that sausage of her son’s.

“You have the awfullest puns, but an awesome penis!”

“I need to have an orgasm awfully bad, mom. Would you be good enough to help?”

“You want me to be bad and give you a good cum, is that what your asking?” she answered with equally raunchy repartee.

“I’ll make sure you are handsomely rewarded for your efforts.”

“Well, you are handsome, are you my reward?”

“If you’ll let me be.”

Danger! Danger! The little voice said in her head. “Jack, I’m NOT going to let you have me. That is forbidden . .”

“By who? Not dad.”

“Jack! By your mom! And society and God and everything that . . . OH FUCK! At least not without your father being here, and I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with us doing it even then. But that’s not going to happen this morning, no matter what else occurs in the future.”

“So, you might let me . . . I mean allow us – you and me – to make love some day? Really mom?”

“Well, all three of us want it, no denying that now. But – it still is a big step and it’s not something to be done lightly or rashly. But, yeah . . it might happen. Until then, NO fucking mommy! Your father and I will let you know if we decide on that, so nothing before. You understand?”

“Sure mom, I respect that’s it’s yours and dad’s decision. But what about my morning stiffy, can’t you help me out? I mean without stepping past the line, even though dad’s not here at the moment?”

“Mmm – I have an idea, get on top of me, missionary position. But keep your peter high on my tummy, okay?”

“You got it!” Sonny climbed on board between her legs. His chest wasn’t as furry as his father’s, and his beard not as rough, but he was a full grown male above a worldly woman. The potential for being ravaged was not lost on his mom, as he covered her body, yet she trusted him. Herself was another matter, since his turgid prick was a temptation Mandy was going to find difficult to resist, she was now horny too!

She began rocking them, as her pelvis rolled her hips so that his dick dipped and rose on the pillow of her stomach. “Let’s review your recent sex education lessons.” She whispered in a breathy tone, lips close to his right ear. “First you were listening at your parents door while we were making love.”

“And masturbating.”

“Yes, and then you watch a porno film with your father at the hotel.”

“And masturbated.”

“That’s what you both did. Then mommy discovered your secret, that the woman in the video reminded you of your mother.”

“And you masturbated me until I came” Jack was rubbing up and down on his mother’s smooth abdomen.

“Umm-humm, I did indeed! You continued to listen and one time you even saw us through the open door!”

“I was masturbating and you saw me having a great big cum!”

“You were naked and shot all over the hall rug.”

“Then next time, dad caught me, masturbating outside your door again.”

“He made you come in and sit in the chair.”

As her son was getting into the swing of this trip down memory lane his dick was slipping lower and his balls were now combing through Mandy’s pubic hair. “You sat in the chair while your mother masturbated you,” she intoned.

“And daddy was fucking mommy from behind.”

“Then we watched the video together on the couch.” Her idea was working too well, as now his manhood was making more enthusiastic motions and coming closed to the fuzzy delta.

“You masturbated both dad and me.”

“Then I went down on you, while Harry put it to me, while watching part of his fantasy actually happening before his very eyes.”

“We wound up in a three-way, you rode dad while I masturbated on your ass. And now I’m masturbating on your pussy, mom!” He was, his cock was stroking through the labia. She was thoroughly soaked, and this was going to wind up with them screwing any second, she feared. But she had no will to stop him. The erotic dialog had done its job on her as well! Mandy was so turned on that she was beyond caring, caring about what but minutes before, she had proclaimed would not/could not be, but was about to.

But it was not to be. The very moment he sipped at the lip, of the cup of her vagina, with the tip of his super stiff schtupper – he popped the gun, and came on the outside of her thigh with a thick, warm dollop of jism. The potential disaster had been avoided, but frustrated Mandy, as she wanted to get off as well, but was denied fulfillment.

But her son knew the score, even if he hadn’t scored with mom that morn. He immediately bent double to bring his face to his mother’s pussy, and began to kiss her cunt.