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Mother's new dress

gumie35 on Incest Stories

Mother’s New Dress

Chapter 1: The dance


This is a revised story that was posted awhile ago.

I still live at home with my mother and father, who by the way is a man’s man. I’m not. I am a writer and journalist in college. I love the arts and am a real romantic but I like to fuck women. I was working out in the home gym in the basement when my fat

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her came down. I was finishing my last set of the legs and I was lifting the stack. When I heard, “Hey I have to go out of town to speak to at a conference in Chicago.” My father said, “I will be gone for the weekend. Are you going to be okay home with your mom?”

I dropped the stack with a huge blow. “Yeah I’ll be fine, I have a paper due on Wednesday, I can look after the house.”

As my dad was walking up the stairs my dad hollered out “...and your mom.”

I started my cool down and then went upstairs to take a shower. The rest of the week went off without a hitch. I started writing my paper. I cleaned my room and did my laundry.  My father packed his things and was practicing his speech around the house.

Like clock work my father left at five-thirty in the morning. He was always on time. His leaving woke me up but I rolled over and went back to bed. When I got up I headed to the kitchen to get some breakfast. I found a note that my mother left on the fridge. ‘Went out with Cindy shopping, be home soon, love mom.’

About five that night my I heard my mother’s car pull in the driveway. I was struggling to write my paper and needed a break so I went down to greet her. I always have a hard time writing in the beginning but once I get going, look out. I went downstairs to see what my mom bought on her shopping spree.

When my mom came in she was carrying about three bags, one of which was a bag from Victoria’s Secret. She was trying to hide it I think.

“Hey mom! What did you buy with Cindy?” I said looking at the Victoria’s Secret bag.

My mom’s reply was coy. “I got a new dress and some shoes for a dinner that your father and I have to attend.”

“Really?” I said. I could be just as coy and devious too.  “Mom try on the dress for me so that I can see what it looks like. Put on everything you are going to wear that night so that I can make sure you look good. You don’t want anyone to notice something that is out of place.”

I knew that would get her to try on everything.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, my mother emerged into the living room. She came out wearing this mid-length black dress. It was silk with a rib pattern around her breasts. Her breast looked rather large in this dress. My mom had on stockings and black six-inch fuck me heals. She was really beautiful. I started to feel my monster coming to life. I had thought about my mother before, but shit she right in front of me and was damn fine and I was now getting really horny.

My mom did a quick turn and I noticed that my mom’s ass was really hanging out there. I have never seen my mom dress this nice. She is a t-shirt and jeans girl. I never see her dress in a dress. This was only the second time ever. 

“Wow mom you look great!” I said while in shock, “When did you get that ass?”

My mom smiled and asked if the workouts were paying off.

“Oh hell yeah! You are looking great!” I said in shock again.

By now my member was really starting to throb. I knew that I had to stroke it soon. I used my hands to cover my cock and my excitement.

“Mom.” I said, “Turn around so that I can make sure that your panty lines are hidden.”

“Really?” She said, “Can you really see my panties? I bought high cut panties, so you should not be able to see them.”

She then turned around and modeled her beautiful round ass to me. I was starting to pre-cum in my shorts. There was a small wet spot forming and my mom’s ass was not helping any.

She turned to show me her ass and I was staring very closely.

“I need to look closer to see if I can see your panties.” I was kind of shaking when I said it.

“Do you think anyone will be that close to my ass?” She replied with a smile.

“I am sure people will be checking out this hot ass.” I said.

My mom said with a little tone in her voice, “Hey you are my son and a little flirting is ok, but you need to find a girlfriend and stop hitting on me.”

I was a little taken a back. I was flirting with her; I thought she liked it though.

“So is my panty line ok?” My mom said.

I stood up and walked over to her. I grabbed her arm and pulled her close. She was a little taller then I so I looked into her eyes, while she pushed against my chest to break free I held her. I stared into her eyes and said, “I know that you and dad are having hard times. I know that you like men to see you naked.”

Her face had a look of horror on it. I was sure she would try to deny it.

“I also know that you are not satisfied in bed and want to find a lover that can fuck you for days.”

Her face now turned to fear and said in a sheepish voice, “How do you know all of this?” as she looked away from me.

I held her tight and looked right in the eyes, “I found the photos and the sex tape you made with dad. I made a copies and hid them.”

“What do you want from me?” she said looking away from me.

She would not make eye contact with me at all. I was really horny now, like an animal in heat or something. I wanted to fuck her. I watched the tape and the photos and kept copies for myself. I never thought of my mom that way, I never jerked off to them, but I wanted her now. My cock was hard and my mind was set. I wanted to now fuck her with or without her consent.

“I want you to show me your ass MOM,” I said with a tone in my voice. “I know you want to be fucked and I am guessing that at this party you are going to fuck a guy in the bathroom or coat closet. I have seen the photos and you are a whore. You are now going to show me what guys like so much.”

She was stunned that I could name the photos.

“I don’t want you to see me like that. I want you to love me for being your mother.”

She looked away and started to tear up.

“Turn around and show me your ass.” I repeated.

This time she turned slowly around.

“Put your hands on the coffee table.” I said with a sharp tone. “I am going to check for your panty lines now.”

With that I knelt down behind her. Her legs were slightly parted and her six-inch heels made my heart skip a beat. I reached out and touched her pantyhose covered legs and ran my fingers up. When I reached the hem of the dress I started pushing it up with my hands. I could feel my cock ready itself to explode. I held it back. I reached the top of her thigh highs and felt the garter belt clips and the smooth flesh of the top of her thighs.

My mom shivered and shook a little when I touched her skin. Her skin produced goose bumps and she trembled again. My mother’s hands came off the table with the second shaking. I stopped and forced her to put her hands back on the table.

“Palms down.” I yelled. 

She sobbed a little and then returned her hands to the table. “Please, this is not right. Please don’t do this, it’s wrong.”

She started to sob again.

I pushed higher up her thighs until I got to the bottom of her ass. She was wearing boy shorts that were black lace.  They were wet because she was cumming in them. I could smell cum in the air and I could see the wet spot in the crack of her ass. She started to tremble again and then she came again right in front of my eyes. I couldn’t help but to stick my tongue right into her crack.

I grabbed her hips and started to tongue her ass and pussy. Her fat ass was so heavenly that I just grabbed her hips with such force that she whimpered and as I tongue fucked her. I almost came in my pants as I licked her. The whole time she whined I grabbed harder and licked longer. She came over and over again in my mouth. My tongue split her lips and pressed her folds. Pushed deep inside her box with excitement and control.

I stood up and pushed my mom’s face down on the table and held her in place with my left hand. I used my free right hand to pull out my very hard cock. It wasn’t the biggest thing in the world but I could fuck for days. I grabbed the back of the dress and pushed it up high on her back. The silk turned me on. I held tight as she tried to fight me. She kept screaming at me telling me that this wasn’t right. She cried a little and said things like please and don’t.

“I had the tape and the photos so I will do what I want.” I spat.

I pulled her brand new panties to the side and kicked her feet wide apart. I took my really hard cock and placed it at the opening of her pussy. God it turned me on that my mom had cum on my face. I held tight with one hand on her back and one on my cock. I pushed into her. My cock penetrated her opening with ease. I was seven inches but my hand couldn’t close around my cock. The girls that I had fucked in the past said that I was really thick. I like the feeling I got when I fucked a woman so hard that they would squirt on my cock. My mom was whimpering and grabbing the table to stop from falling over. I pounded her big round ass over and over again. My cock fucked that pussy into submission. I must have only pumped into her eight or ten times before I came. I pulled out and sent rope after rope of cum on her ass cheeks.

My mother just laid there on the table, spent. I was spent but I wanted to fuck her again. I wasn’t ready though. My cock was sticky from my mother’s cum. I made her sucked and fuck me for the rest of the weekend. I made her suck my cock at every meal and I fucked her morning and night. By the time my father returned from his speaking engagement my mother was mine. I told her when and where I wanted to be fucked and she did as she was told. When my father would leave for work, my mother would be waiting in her room for her morning fuck.

I cannot wait for the summer break we are going to rent a lake house.


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Maeghan Wrist: C10

enchrine on Incest Stories

Maeghan Wrist

----- 10 --

I remained awake a few more hours as the sun rose. It gave me a lot of time to avoid my thoughts and just watch Ean sleep so serenely. Mom walked past the doorway down the hall with only a glance in. Several minutes later, she walked in juggling two sandwiches, a juice box and a glass of water.

Trying to hand me the box, I turned her down and reached for the glass of water.

“I don’t want any more sugar. I just want to feel bad. I don’t want energy,” I finished talking in a depressing manner. Mom seemed to fully understand and handed me the water as I scooted up to rest my back on the headboard.

It felt weird in only a
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towel sitting on Ean’s bed with my barely covered hips half a foot from his sleeping face, while my mom pulled up his desk chair and sat beside me with the most motherly look in her eyes. We ate together silently the most amazing bologna sandwiches I had ever tasted. Finishing my meal, I was still so hungry but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want my mom to leave even for a few minutes to make me another sandwich.

“Why did it really happen?” I asked. “Because I’m so young? Or because Ean is my brother?...”

“It’s exactly as the doctor said,” her voice flowed so softly. “Even in the healthiest of women, there’s a fifteen to twenty percent chance it can happen. It could have been a bad egg or defective sperm,”

“No,” I butted in, “those were both great.”

Mom smiled and lifted her arm up to hold my cheek in her hand. Caressing the top of it with her thumb, she just looked so caringly into my eyes.

“Can I try for another one,” I asked not sure whether I was joking fully or not. Mom immediately choked and proceeded with coughing. A few seconds after not being able to bring her voice back, she shook her head left and right.

As much as I had warmed up to expecting a baby, the most horrible feeling I had ever felt of a little bit of relief was inside me. I hated myself so much for that. Mom moved her hand down to my knee.

“Let’s wait until you get married first,” she cleared her throat with. I had to agree with her there. Only within the time span of the hundred years it would take me to find a husband would I be able to trust my body again to attempt another pregnancy.

After that, I regretted talking at all. The massive amounts of conflicting and terrible feeling all began washing back over me. I pushed the paper plate from me and began humming to myself like I was trying to stop myself from vomiting. Quickly, my body instinctively scooted back down to Ean and I immediately pulled him into me. And as embarrassing as it was, I started crying into his chest. I couldn’t stop it even though I didn’t want my mom to see me do something so childish just seconds after we were talking.

Losing myself in the dark world pressing into Ean’s chest, I felt mom squeeze my arm for a few seconds shortly before I heard the door quietly shut.

I cried and cried and cried wishing with everything that I could just fall asleep. But I wasn’t tired. My body laid awake next to Ean’s sleeping form for hours in tears.

As I hugged him for so long and so hard, eventually, I noticed something moving between us. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. Ean was getting hard in his sleep. I repositioned myself to let it pop into a more comfortable position. If there was one thing in the world Ean would always be prepared for in any imaginable situation, it apparently had to be sex.

I laid with him about half hour longer thinking about that before I felt a deep breath of air blow into me. Ean was waking up. There were maybe three more gusts of his wind from his nose as I felt his hard penis press harder into my leg. Once I saw his eyes open though, he suddenly backed his pelvis away.


“No,” I defended him. “I want you to have sex with me.”

“What?” His voice was almost offensive to me as if I was a bad person for wanting it.

“Please. For punishment. I want you to use my body nonstop. I swear I won’t like it but I know I deserve it. That’s all I’m good for now. Just use me. It will at least kill some time.” My voice droned further and further down into depression.

“No,” he said softly as if he understood my pain.

“Ean,” my voice shook almost crying, “do it. Over and over a hundred times until finally everything in my head just stops. I can’t stand doing nothing anymore. If your body still can get happy, then please, use mine to make it. I’m only going to ever get better if I feel that I’m making some progress and right now I feel absolutely nothing.”

I rolled away from him onto my back and pulled apart the towel covering me. Spreading my legs a little, I laid there unable to move anymore muscles. All I could do anymore was stare at the ceiling as tears trickled one at a time down the sides of my face.

“Please Ean. I need this. I won’t judge you. I know it will hurt you so much too but I can’t stand not doing at least something.”

He pulled his face up to mine to look into my eyes.

“Don’t kiss me. Please. Just have sex with me.”

He had to have seen the sincerity in my blank eyes because he pulled away and removed his pants and boxers. Soon, he was over me taking his shirt off. Forcing my vision from the ceiling to his face, I stared through the kaleidoscopes my tears made and said my last words to him.

“I’ll never say elephant.”

My sight retreated back straight above me as I felt the massive invasion into my torso. He took slow, deep, but very weak thrusts between my legs. So little effort was put into what was happening between us. It was all just to kill time.

Over and over, my body pushed up and fell back down under his penetrations. His breathing became heavier but never very heavy. Time dragged on forever but lasted so short. Twenty, maybe thirty minutes passed before Ean’s arms gave way and he fell on me. At that instant, I felt the familiar warm faucet pipe thick cream into me.

So warm and soothing. Ean was exhausted. I felt so little pleasure from it all as my mind just wanted to implode in its own guilt. Thirty minutes of slow, weak humping must have been a chore to Ean. But I got what I wanted. Under the slowing heart of my brother on top of me, I dozed into a painless sleep.

I woke up with my eyes crusted over. It was dark out. Ean’s naked body laid curled up next to me. Two meals were set on the nightstand next to my head. More wetness trickled from my eyes. What was I putting mom through? How much was I hurting her in so desperately clinging to Ean for comfort instead of her?

Silently, my sandwich disappeared into my mouth. Still hungry, I brought the other plate onto the mattress with me and ripped a tiny piece from the corner of the bread. I pushed it into Ean’s mouth. It was several minutes before he started chewing on it. By that time though, he started showing signs of coming out of sleep.

Watching his eyes flicker open, I kept feeding him one tiny piece at a time. We got down half the sandwich in a half hour’s time. Before I could break another piece off after that though, Ean scooted his head to mine and kissed me.

His lips locked on and he wouldn’t let go. It was either that, or I wouldn’t let him go. All I know is that we kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed. It wasn’t mad or passionate, it was soft and happy. I couldn’t open my eyes for anything but I swear some of the tears dripping about over my face weren’t mine. I wouldn’t open my eyelids to see my big brother crying for me.

Maybe an hour passed, maybe two, but by the time we were done just holding onto each other and tasting the other’s face, I was so happy and so energetic. I wanted to just stand up and do something, anything. But all that entered my mind was one thing.

“Ean?” I cooed guiltily to his face.

“I know,” he responded as if he could read my mind. “Let’s go.”

Both of us pushed up and left the bed to put on our nightwear, I in my room. We met back up in the hallway and walked quietly into mom’s room. As gently as we could, we climbed onto her bed, each of us to her different sides. She obviously was woken up because she suddenly shifted onto her back and as we laid down, her arms wrapped around us.

My face was pressed into her bosom where I met Ean’s being pulled in from her other side. I smiled and started tearing up again.


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