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This is the fourth part of a story for which the first three parts can be found in my account. Sorry there are no links, I’m not particularly adept with Reddit.

The first time my mom had sex with her dad, her mom was watching. It wasn’t long after she’d been introduced to the secret family history and she said she was nervous but willing. Of course, she wasn’t still a virgin by that point. Of course…

It was strange, I was perfectly comfortable getting a blowjob from my mom or eating her out, to great effect I think, but there were times when hearing her stories reminded me that she was my mother. That just a couple of months ago, hearing anything about her sex life would have completely weirded me out. Not so much imagining her having sex, which I’d have to admit I’d done, but just sitting through the conversation, having no idea what to say or where to look.

And now we were laying naked in bed, the sheets wet with cum, our bodies wet with cum, discussing the way her mom, my grandma, looked into her eyes and smiled as her dad fucked her for the first time. She leaned forward and kissed her daughter as her husband was inside of my mom, their daughter, and they made out until he came. A happy family. Somehow, listening to this felt stranger than cuddling naked with my mom in bed. I can’t explain it.

But we still hadn’t had sex. It had been almost a month and I was feeling that maybe it just wasn’t gonna happen. This wasn’t something I was gonna push, either. I didn’t have a lot of experience and could definitely have used a little more, but I wasn’t gonna ruin what was happening. Her sneaking into my room at night a couple times a week, us stripping naked as soon as both my dad and sister were out of the house. The way she held my head between her legs, or told me to cum for her as she stroked furiously staring straight down at my cock.

And then the morning came. My sister was still home I knew, even though I hadn’t seen her. I started to become intensely aware of who was home at any given time, tracking how long it had been since they left, whose cars were still in the driveway. It was verging on extrasensory perception. I could feel it without thinking about it.

When I walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee my mom was there, wearing only a tshirt that wasn’t quite long enough to cover the fact that her underwear was light blue. This was not a ordinary outfit for her, especially considering the fact that we were not alone. If my sister saw her just wearing this, she may get curious. Would she make the leap to the fact that her mother and brother were… being intimate? Probably not, but something would have seem weird.

She smiled and me and kissed me, her tongue in my mouth just out in the open in the kitchen. Without letting me go, her hand slid down my torso and began to massage my cock, which was taking no time to acknowledge its presence.

“Good morning sweetie.”

I frantically looked around, heart pounding with nervous tension despite wanting to just be cool. To just slap her on the butt and say “good morning sexy” I wasn’t there yet. I’m still not there now really…

“Mom, Laura’s home” [disclaimer: Laura is not the actual name of my sister].

“I know, it’s fine. Relax, she doesn’t usually come down this early.”

Usually?…

She seemed too loose. I liked it but I was scared of it at the same time. Then she pulled the elastic of my gym shorts under my bulge and snapped it under my balls. I was exposed.

“That’s what I like to see in the morning.”

She kissed me again, stroking me slowly before taking my hand and leading me towards the kitchen table. Her ass sat against edge and she kissed me again with my cock naked between us. “Here baby…” She slid her panties over her thighs, down her legs and up into my hands. “I want you right here, okay?”

She turned around and lifted her shirt completely up over her ass, bending over onto the table and spreading her legs. Her hand somehow both awkwardly and expertly reached behind her, felt for me and led me towards her.

“C’mon baby, before your sister wakes up.”

My nerves were being defeated by my mind bending horniness and desire. I took my shaft and searched for her with my tip, already dripping with monstrous amounts of precum. I was not an expert but…

I was careful, nervous, but slowly I pushed my way inside of my mother from behind, filling her pussy with my cock, her son’s cock. Nothing had ever felt even remotely like this. I just put my weight over top of her, letting the sensation wash over me. It felt natural, relaxing, but then…

“Fuck me baby.”

I took her hips and began thrusting in and out of her, my hips furiously moving behind her as I tried to control my breathing. Her mouth buried in the crook of her arm to stifle moans of what I hoped were intense, uncontrollable, never before felt pleasure.

I ran my arm under her shirt, grabbing, a little inartfully, at her breast, pinching her nipple in the way I knew she liked as I went deeper inside of her.

“Yes, don’t stop.”

My hands tightened against her body. I throbbed inside of her, releasing the first spurts of cum for the first time inside of my mom. The sounds were suddenly louder, a little less controlled and I pushed as deep as I could go and exploded with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. Shivering and collapsing on top of her, us on top of the table, as I came.

Suddenly it became apparent how hot our bodies felt together, how wet with sweat we were. Her hand took mine under her body and squeezed as I pulled out.

“Thank you baby, I’ll clean up.”

She took her panties from off of the table where I’d dropped them, snapped the elastic back over my crotch, kissed me and I was shooed away.

NSFW: yes

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