Before we go any further, let me set the scene for everyone.

Our family lived in an average suburban development near a mid-sized city in the Midwest. My dad, Todd, was a bit older than Mom. He was forty-five years old, an engineer, with an above-average paying job at a local firm. Dad was nice enough but really not present for his family. He'd married Mom when she got pregnant. He was a perfectly good father, as long as any real emotion from him wasn't necessary. My Mom, Misty, as I've made clear, was a beauty. She was in her mid-thirties at this time, red hair, great figure, incredible tits, standing about 5 foot 3 inches tall - but more than all that, she was funny, caring, playful. Pretty much the opposite of Dad. And me? I'm Sam. Even though I was just halfway through high school, I was already just over 6 feet tall. I was a decent student but was pretty gifted at sports, especially football and basketball. I worked out. I guess I was good-looking enough but had been awfully shy around girls - well, except for Mom, of course.

I hope that helps fill things out a bit. Now, back to our story.

The morning after Mom spoke with me in my room, I woke up early enough to have breakfast before Dad left for work. As I walked down the hall to the dining room, I heard the morning news show playing on the TV and Mom's voice as she quietly talked to Dad. As I came around the corner, Dad was seated at the table in his usual spot, with his back to the kitchen. He was reading the morning newspaper. Mom was in the kitchen finishing up breakfast.

"There's the early bird," Mom said in a chipper voice. "Have a seat at the end of the table, Sam."

"That's your chair, Mom," I said. "Aren't you hungry?"

"Yes," she replied, a smile twitching on her lips. "But I plan to eat later."

Dad looked up from his paper to greet me. "Morning, son," he said. "What has you up so early today?"

"Mom..." I started to say before she interrupted me.

"I thought Sam looked a little unwell last night, and he didn't seem to sleep well. So, I asked him to check in this morning. I wanted to see how he was doing, in case he had to stay home from school today."

Dad looked at me in a cursory glance before returning to his paper. "Oh, well, alright then. He looks fine to me but you know what you're doing."

"Yes," Mom said, again with a faint grin, "I think I do."

I could see Mom in the kitchen even Dad could not. As she walked toward me, there was a stagger to her hips. She was wearing a short, white terry cloth robe. She set a bowl of oatmeal in front of me as she bent over. I could see that she was naked under the robe, at least on top. Her breasts were visible almost to the nipples. "Enjoy," she whispered into my ear.

The rest of the meal was torture. Mom seemingly was flashing her tits at me several times. Once, she spun around so I could see her ass - her naked ass. She wasn't wearing anything under that robe. By this time, my cock was straining against my pants. The view of her butt made me moan slightly.

"Huh, I guess you are sick," Dad grunted from behind the paper. Nothing more was said until Dad got up to leave for the office.

"Have a good day, dear," he said to Mom. "Take good care of our boy."

"Oh, I will," she replied.

When Dad had left, Mom walked slowly to where I was sitting, smirking with her hands on her hips. I stood up facing her.

"So..." I said tentatively.

"So," Mom replied, "now what?"

I just stared at her, unsure what to say.

"Look," she said, placing a hand on my arm, "you want me. I want you. We both know it's true." Mom stepped up against me, wrapping her arms around me. I could feel her tits pressing against me.

"But, but it's..." I started to say before she interrupted.

"Yes, it's incest." I could feel her fingers making small circles on my back. I also could feel the precum seeping into my underwear. "But incest is wonderful. It's been a turn-on for me ever since..." and here she pushed her crotch against my thighs, "your grandfather took my virginity when I was your age."

"Fuck," was all I could say.

"Yes," Mom giggled. "We did for years. So, now, do you want me to do the same for you?"

My brain was frozen.

"You are still a virgin, aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah." Come on, Sam, get it together, was all I could think.

"So," Mom cooed as she dropped her hands to my ass and squeezed, "do you want that? Remember, I've seen that dick of yours in action. I know I want to."

It was then that a switch flipped in my head. I saw clearly the options and I saw just as clearly what I wanted. Placing my hands on Mom's shoulders, I gently pushed her back a step. For just an instant. she seemed to think it was a rejection. But then I took hold of the lapels of her robe and pulled them apart. The loose belt also unfurled and I slid it to the floor. My mother was standing naked in front of me.

"Fuck, yes, I want to," I said in a steady, strong voice.

Mom beamed. She took my hand and began to lead me down the hallway toward the bedrooms. Then she stopped by the phone on the wall. "Oh, I have to call school to tell them you won't be in today. What kind of mother would I be if I forgot that?" she said wickedly.

As Mom spoke to the school secretary, I stood there in front of her, soaking in the sight. Almost without thinking, I reached out and began to fondle her tits. I smile of satisfaction stretched across her face. When she hung up the phone, she said, "Mrs. Davis hopes you feel better soon."

"I don't," I growled as she once more took my hand.

We walked to the master bedroom and stood beside the bed Mom shared with Dad. I used to snuggle up next to her in that bed when I was younger. Now, we would make a new memory.

"Undress for me, son."

I pulled the t-shirt over my head and tossed it onto the floor while kicking off my shoes. Mom lifted her hand and placed it on my chest. I unbuckled my belt and wiggled out of my jeans and underwear. Just like that, Mom and I were standing a foot apart, absolutely naked.

"Get on the bed, on your back." Mom's words were both a demand and a plea. When I did so, she climbed onto the bed, sitting on her knees between my legs.

"Have you ever had a blowjob, Sam?"

"No, I haven't," I replied.

"Good," Mom sighed, "I was hoping to be your first in everything." Mom bent over and kissed the head of my dick. "You'll cum fast," she said. "That's okay."

Mom was right. She had managed to slurp her way about halfway down my shaft twice before I felt my load rising. I tried to grunt a warning but she knew what was happening. Taking as much of my penis into her mouth as she could, Mom expertly gulped down my cum.

When my orgasm subsided, Mom sat back up, licking a few drops from the corner of her mouth. "God, I've wanted to do that for so long," she said.

"Sorry, that was really quick," I said.

"Don't apologize," she said. "It's perfectly natural. Besides, if you get the first one out of the way, the next time it's easier to hold on." She reached out to stroke my cock, which was still half-erect. "And we do want that one to last as long as it can."

Mom slid up my reclining body a bit and began to brush her pussy lips against my cock tip. "I'm going to ride you the first time, baby," she said. "Let me do all the work. You just enjoy yourself."

"Oh... okay," I stuttered as she began to position herself over me. Taking my manhood firmly in hand, Mom gave it a few slow strokes. I was back to full length and thickness by now. Nestling herself into place, I watched as my mother slowly lowered her cunt onto the top of my cock. In utter fascination, I watched as my dick began to disappear inside of her. The feeling was incredible. I'd never imagined how warm, tight, and smooth it would be. No amount of porn or imagination prepared me for this sight.

Once or twice Mom whimpered as she maneuvered me into her body, but they were happy sounds. Once her pelvis was resting against my crotch, once I was completely encased back where I had come from, Mom began to rock back and forth. She quickly picked up speed until the only sounds in the world were the creaking of the bed and the occasional grunt or moan from one of us.

I didn't know where to look - at my slick cockshaft pistoning in and out of Mom's pussy, or at the wild dance her huge tits were doing on her chest. This was heaven. I placed my hands on her hips and struggled not to cum too fast. Mom's breathing was getting ragged; I'd heard that noise before. She always made it when I watched her finger herself, right before she came.

Get her off, Sam, before you come! I kept repeating to myself, as I tried to thrust up to meet her movements. Don't you fucking dare cum first!

I need not have worried. Even as I had the thought, Mom's body stiffened. Her nails dug into my thighs and she let out a sound that was part laugh, part sob, and part cry of victory. I could feel her pussy spasming as she came, hard and deep.

And so, as Dad sat down in his office with his first cup of coffee and my classmates were at their desks for the first bell, I unloaded the most powerful, copious, and glorious stream of cum I'd ever produced into my mother's vagina. The excess seed leaked into our mingled pubic hair as both Mom and I gasped to regain our breath.

I was a man. I was a goddamn motherfucker. And I loved it.