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This is part three of a story for which the first and second parts can be found here:

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I can’t believe we were so careless as to have let that picture just sit in a box downstairs for our son to find. Or his sister, god knows what she would have thought if she’d found it. I suppose I should consider myself lucky she isn’t the one who found it. I can hear her voice in my head. ‘Mom, why are you and dad naked with Aunt Sarah and Uncle Terry? He’s your brother! You’re both married! Why is dad laughing? Why is dad naked? When did this happen? How did this happen? Who took the picture? Don’t you know this is disgusting? It’s wrong? How long has this been going on? Oh my god, is it still going on?’

She wouldn’t be wrong to react that way, but it’s still much easier to deal with her brother’s dumbfounded stare and erection. God, that joke about him being hard, was I trying to flirt? Did I think that was funny? I was just trying to avoid the questions but I’m not sure that putting him in my mouth was the best way to try and uncomplicate things. I just wasn’t ready for the real conversation. So why did I go into his room in the first place? I could’ve waited a little longer and figured out exactly what I wanted to say and what I wanted going forward. This was not the plan. We were not going to introduce them to this part of our family.

It was mostly Tom’s decision anyways, but I felt it was the right one. Once our daughter’s 18th birthday was getting close, he realized he couldn’t do it. He didn’t know how, it just didn’t feel right to him and I understood. I can’t pretend as if I wasn’t disappointed, but I felt he was right. The night of her birthday though, when he was in bed, I stood outside of her door thinking about everything she was missing. Everything we were missing. What I was missing.

My brother was the one who told me. Three years before that our mom had woken him up on his birthday fully nude. I’m not sure everything that happened before they left that room, but he was fully in on the family traditions. He told me that it would usually have been dad that revealed everything to me, but because we were so close my parents thought it would be best if it came from him.

He wasn’t naked. It was in the morning before I left for school and we just talked.

I couldn’t concentrate that day. My underwear was soaked sitting in class, and all I could think about was the image he’d placed in my head of him laying naked in my parents’ bed while I slept down the hall, totally unaware of everything that was happening. I felt confused and disgusted but I couldn’t deny how horny I was. I could’ve gone home with my boyfriend after school. Maybe he would’ve helped calm me down and I never would’ve gone down this road. But I could barely talk to him that day.

Three days later my brother’s lips were trailing down my stomach and the orgasm his tongue gave me sealed my fate.

Now, all these years later, despite saying I would never, I’m sitting here still with the taste of my son’s semen in my mouth contemplating the best way to move forward. I can’t tell my husband, and I don’t think he will tell anybody. We trust one another, I know that. But I want him.

I want that cock I made inside of me. I’m his mother, it’s my job to show him just how much a mother’s love means. And it’s his job to make mom orgasm. I can’t help it, it’s just the rules.

NSFW: yes

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