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Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.
This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.
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His theme song, Uptown Funk, was cued up. It was a remixed, longer version of the hit single. The first bit of lyrics blared out.
Doh
Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh
Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh
He stepped out onto center stage.
“Awwwwright, ladies!” primed the announcer.
He was dressed in a navy pin-stripe suit, white shirt, and sky blue tie in bare feet. A 1940’s style fedora was cocked to one side and masked his youthful, handsome face. His arms were outstretched in front of him, one hand over the other. This was his entrance pose.
Doh doh doh, doh doh doh, doh doh
His hips swiveled to the left and to the right and back, eliciting screams of delight and desire from the audience.
“You know him! You love him! You can’t live without him!”
Doh doh doh, doh duh
“BobbyThreads!!”
Aaaaaaow!
The spotlight hit Robert Dante, 23. The recent college graduate, who was unable to get a job in his field because of lack of experience, strutted out to the front of the stage and began his show at The Ladies Room, the premiere strip club for women in New York’s Westchester County on this Saturday night.
Before him was a smaller-than-usual audience of screaming, horny women who had a drink in one hand and a dollar bill in the other. The Ladies Room had been closed to the public this evening, reserved for a special party. It was a divorce party, or as some called it, a divorce shower, the antithesis of a bridal shower.
The 6 foot Adonis sauntered out to near the edge of the stage and danced. His routine included plenty of strutting, hip undulations, self-pleasuring, and thrusting of his groin.
Gotta kiss myself I’m so pretty!
At this point, young Dante kissed his right hand, dropped it to his crotch, and started to sensually rub the coveted, growing bulge. This got the women, like every night he performed, screeching in voyeuristic glee.
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Called a police and a fireman
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire, man
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Say my name you know who I am
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Am I bad ’bout that money
Break it down
“Come on, Threads!” and “Come on down!” they encouraged, many waving their hands in the universal “come over here” signal.
Robert was now revolving his ass while playing pocket-pool. The girls were ogling and mewing as he stroked his dick. He could see the breakdown in terms of looks for this private party was the usual. 60% were anywhere from cute to hot, another 20% were water buffalos, and the other 20% were so fat you’d need a building permit to mount them.
After he got his cock at full mast, he slinked down the small staircase to the audience, his outstretched suit pants leading the way.
‘Cause Uptown Funk gonna give it to you
‘Cause Uptown Funk gonna give it to you
‘Cause Uptown Funk gonna give it to you
Saturday night and we’re in the spot
Don’t believe me, just watch (Come on)
Standing in front of the women, Bob strutted to the left and to the right. He rolled his hips and fucked the air. Then he was still.
Stop!
Wait a minute!
Threads tossed away his fedora in a windmill-like motion, revealing to all the ladies his youthful, fine-looking, smiling face.
He proceeded to his appointed destination. This was the center of the room where the “star” of the evening was seated on a plush love seat. The star was the woman who just got divorced, who he was supposed to “entertain”. But first he had to maneuver through her coworkers.
Bob moved about the screaming, adoring, eager female group. Like a politician working the crowd, he would briefly stop to let them touch him. And touch they did. Actually ‘maul’ would be a more appropriate description.
Hands were all over Bobby Thread’s body, especially his groin and butt. They heatedly grabbed his erection, caressing the fabric-covered stalk, and palming the rigid length. Two or three cupped his balls. They squeezed his rear, as if hurriedly inspecting the ripeness of selected fruit.
He stopped; they squeezed. He loved it; they loved it.
Smoother than a fresh jar o’ Skippy
“Oh, he’s so hard!”
“Love your big dick, Bobby!”
“Hmmmm!”
“Nice buns, baby!”
As he cut a swath through the bevy of women, their hands also rubbed his chest and played with his tie. A few ladies made him stop to get a brief kiss. The bold ones hiked up their dresses to display to him that they went commando. Several stuck dollar bills, pieces of paper with telephone numbers on them, or business cards into his jacket pockets. Moreover they shoved the crumbled items into his front pants pockets to get a quick feel of the protruding manhood.
After he got through the gauntlet of girls, the stud was now before the divorced star of the night.
Whew he silently whispered to himself.
This evening’s star was attractive, which meant she would get the “full package.” This was lingo between him and his male colleagues meaning that during a private party such as this, if the star was good-looking they could suck and fuck the stripper.
The woman sitting before him was in her late 30s, with dirty blonde hair. Her ‘little black dress’ did a remarkable job at telling Threads that this woman’s ex was brain dead. Her braless breasts, the size of fresh cantaloupes, heaved with her excited breathing and looked like they were going to jump out of the spacious top. Her nipples were turgid. The hem of the dress did a lousy job at covering but did a marvelous job at highlighting her ivory, naked thighs. Her legs appeared short, but got his attention. They were crossed, with the feet in black “fuck me” pumps. Her blue eyes sparkled with desire.
“Martha?” he inquired. He personally thought it was dumb that he had to ask the girl sitting in the love seat her name. His boss said customers love hearing their own name.
“Mmmm!” she salaciously confirmed with a slow nod. She sized up Bob, eventually eyeing his swaying hips and thrusting, mountainous crotch.
“Nice to meet you Martha,” he said, offering her a smoky, sexy look and cocky smile.
“NICE to meet you, Bobby Threads!”
Their eyes locked onto each other.
“Please, it’s Marti.” She lowered her gaze to his undulating erection, then returned to meet his eyes. She sensually licked her lips.
“And Marti wants to party,” she hissed in a tone full of carnal confidence and hunger.
Hah!
She leaned forward toward the raven-haired stripper, offering him the lovely sight of her naked breasts dancing below the neckline. With her eyes still transfixed on his, she placed her hand on the top of his bulge. She seductively rubbed the cockhead, first with her palm and then the flats of her fingers.
Hah!
“Ohhhh!” the young stallion moaned, tossing his head back.
Marti, staring intently at this virile specimen of hardness, licked her lips when she felt it pulsate. She moved her hand like she was absentmindedly wiping a dish. The amorous beauty guessed he was at least seven inches.
While she fondled Threads her thong was saturating rapidly, her juices steadily flowing into the gusset. Her still-crossed thighs were also getting smeared. When she slipped her hand between Bob’s thighs to cup his nuts, she naughtily wondered about the vast amount of cum which was brewing down there. She rubbed her greasy thighs together, elicited a soft moan, and then splayed them apart.
The song moved into the remixed portion which was primarily music and the occasional Hah! thrown in for an erotic effect.
Threads plied himself away from Marti’s hand and continued his routine. It was known through The Ladies’ Room “community” that the patrons paid to see the strippers do the Full Monty, jerk off and ejaculate in front of the evening star…or in the star’s mouth…or in her cunt.
Michelangelo’s David shimmied and shook, undulated and danced in his suit for about a minute more in front of the evening’s star. This intentional delay was to get her and the crowd worked up. It was successful.
“Take it off!” they screamed loudly.
Bobby, maintaining his enticing gyrations, spread open his jacket, removed it and tossed it to the floor. He strutted in front of the divorcee, letting her and the others view his sculpted chest through the fitted dress shirt.
Next off was the tie, which he unknotted and worked like a lasso around Marti’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. The lip-lock was hot and hungry, their eager tongues dueling with each other.
Marti’s sexual arousal was intensifying. Lately she was enjoying a gratifying bi fling with her coworker. Just the other night her friend, who Marti had seduced into the Sapphic realm, gave her cunt a tongue-lashing which caused the dirty blonde to see stars. But Marti could never forget the incredible feel all straight women love…that of a hard, robust, and insatiable cock plowing away at their drooling twat.
She broke the French kiss and furiously grabbed Bob by the open collar. With two fistfuls of the crumbled, pointed material, Marti tore open his shirt.
“Aaarrghhh!” she yelled in triumphant.
Almost all of the shirt buttons went flying like shrapnel as the insatiable woman revealed to herself and her coworkers Bob’s Herculean pecs and six-pack abs.
A chorus of “Ohhhh!” went up from the female surveyors, some putting up their hands to block the incoming buttons. Marti just panted, staring at the youthful, masculine chest adorned with black, curly hair. She licked her lips at his prominent, upright nipples. Animalistically she lunged for the left one, carefully wrapping her lips around it.
“Oh, fuck!” exclaimed the strapping lad.
The cougar beauty nuzzled the teat hungrily, released it, dragged the flat of her tongue across his chest to the other pink cap and suckled it as well.
Rounds of “Yeah, Marti!” and “Do it!” came from the onlookers.
Despite the pleasure he was enjoying, the stripper stepped away from the voracious MILF and danced a bit more, now only clad in his pants. He cast a quick look around the room. Women were standing or seated at their tables watching him. The horniest ones at the tables had their legs spread and rubbing themselves. There were even two babes, sitting side-by-side, rubbing each other. One heifer was flashing her boobs at him. Then all their voices were raised, thanks to his next feat.
“Yeah!!” was the approving cheer in unison.
Bobby Threads had quickly pulled off his pants—his tear-away pants, tossed them, and was now dancing in only a satin, royal blue G-string.
At this point, there wasn’t a pair of dry female underwear in the club. Also the women who were individually and mutually rubbing themselves quickened their pace.
Bob stood with his feet apart, arms pulled back and his muscular chest out. He stood proud—and excited. This was his drug of choice, standing virtually naked in front of horny women with his big hard cock, barely and tightly encased in a hyped-up Speedo, sticking out at them like a tree branch. It gave him such a rush,
The studly dancer put his hands behind his head and slinked back in front of Marti. He shook his ass, and thrusted his crotch at her. Her eyes had a glassy appearance and it seemed like she was hyperventilating. Threads put one leg up on the back of the love seat. Marti’s eyes widen at the sight of his lean thighs parting and being stretched, revealing only inches away the equally-stretched G-string. Bob shook his moneymaker at the her.
Marti leaned in quickly and engulfed the erection, whorishly sucking on the top portion through the cobalt material.
“Uugghhhh!” wailed Bob.
His next wail was even louder and got a riotous cheer from the crowd. The divorcee was carefully using her teeth to put a little pressure around the edge of the cock-crown. At the same time her hand cradled his balls, massaging them through the taut fabric. Finally the white-hot babe just started licking up and down the covered shaft, frantically and shamelessly.
Threads felt like his pupils were going to launch out of their sockets. This woman was going ape-shit on his dick—through the G-string. He quickly surmised she could probably suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. It’s a good thing he took as always the PE pill before he hit the stage. He knew without the pre-performance tablet he would have cum right now.
The rambunctious audience let loose with a filthy chant. “Suck that dick! Suck that dick!”
She reached for the waistband of the blue pouch. At the same time, his stretched thigh suddenly pained him. The excruciating sensation was too much for him.
“Marti! Marti! My thigh—it’s killing me. Let go, let me stand,” he begged, unfolding his leg from the back of the chair.
As the stripper moved back so that he could stand, her hand going for the G-string never made it, while the other and her mouth were dislodged from his crotch. It was an abrupt interruption but understandable. The interruption also caused her to remember a promise she made.
The blonde MILF jumped up from the love seat and stood right in front of him. She was so close to Bob that his still-covered pecker was flat against her stomach. The crowd shrieked in delight.
“Hmmm, Bobby Threads,” she purred in his ear, “before you fuck my brains out, would you mind if my good friend joins us?”
She didn’t let him answer, simply dabbing her tongue at his earlobe, causing him to shiver.
“Don’t worry, she’s a hottie like me. She’s not as hot as me,” she snickered, “but you WON’T be disappointed. The poor thing hasn’t had cock in—shit, longer than me! I agreed to let her suck you before you fuck me. Is that ok, hmmm?”
Despite Bob’s head nodding swiftly in anxious agreement, Marti continued on, her fingernails lightly scratching his chest, going down his stomach to his protrusion.
“Is that ok, Bobby Threads? Having one hot, horny cougar blow you and then fuck another hot, horny cougar—right here in front of all these other woman? she seductively inquired.
Her hand made its way under the waistband. Marti was now holding the bare, stiff, and pulsing cock.
“Oh, Bobby! I could see you had a big cock as you were dancing, but now…” her palm had covered the spacious vein which ran along the shaft, “I can feel it!”
She nibbled on his earlobe. His eyes rolled back in his head.
“It would really mean a lot to me to see my friend suck this big, bad-boy,” she naughtily prattled on, giving his erection a lustful squeeze.
“Aaahhh!” he exhaled.
“Maybe, I’ll help her…would you like that, Threads? Would like that—two women going down on you at the same time?”
Stimulated yet very frustrated, Bob growled, “Yes!”
“Good.”
With her response, Marti yanked down the G-string. Bob’s sizeable penis, harder than Chinese algebra, popped out and bounced against his washboard stomach. Marti’s eyes along with the eyes of every woman in The Ladies Room flared open, seeing Bobby Threads’ cock in the literal flesh.
The dirty blonde was enraptured by the male sex. She quickly scanned its 7 inch span, licked her lips at its lush girth, admired the well-kept pubic patch, then licked her lips again at the large, dark pinkish meatballs hanging underneath. The only thing wrong with this picture was the G-string which she had pulled down near mid thigh. She didn’t want a stitch of clothing on her boy-toy. She frantically grabbed the material.
“Come on! Come on!” she urgently coached Bob to pull one leg than the other out of the underwear.
Marti, now on her knees, brought the sweaty, garment up to her nose. She inhaled deeply, letting his youthful, manly scent permeate her nose. She tossed the garment onto the chair and gazed upward. The naked Adonis towered over her, his hands on his hips, and a knowing grin on his face. Her face was so close to the luscious member. It was rock hard, sticking out like a flagpole and practically grazing her cheek.
Oh, how she wanted this young buck all to herself. But she recalled her promise to her lover. As horny she was, she couldn’t break her friend’s heart. That already had been done years ago. Almost reluctantly, she looked back over her shoulder and called out.
“Athena!”
Upon hearing that name Rob’s head, like a deer who hears a twig snap in the silent woods, jerked up and his eyes flew to the same direction where Marti was looking.
Two women standing toward the right of the love seat stepped aside to allow a third woman to appear. This third one, a brunette, was ravishing. Her tan, curvaceous body was provocatively accented by her tangerine-colored dress. Though modest in terms of the others’ high slits and plunging necklines, it did offer a decent view of cleavage. Its suggestiveness, though, was in its tightness. It was like the skin on a grape, highlighting her traffic-stopping breasts and flaring hips.
Bob’s mouth dropped open. The sound of her four-inch stilettos, clicking on the floor as she made her way to the couple, cut through the music and the crowd’s chatter, and reverberated in his ears.
Marti glanced at Bob. She chuckled at his astonished look. Then she viewed her friend. It always amazed her how Athena was a virtual copy of Sofia Vergara. Yet it bewildered Marti how her occasional bedmate looked so sheepishly now. The approaching beauty seemed embarrassed.
Young Dante’s eyes blinked.
No! It can’t be! screamed his frantic, tumultuous mind.
Athena’s eyes were cast on to the floor. When she got close to Marti and the stripper, she looked at her on-and-off lover with a “What did you do?” look.
What the fuck is up with her? Marti silently wondered, then offered to herself, She must be in shock seeing such a stud with such a schlong.
Bob’s mouth was in the shape of a capital ‘O.’
The crowd had a new chant: “‘thena! ‘thena!”
Athena struggled to look up. Very gradually, her eyes met his.
“Bobby Threads,” Marti introduced, “this is my friend, Athena.”
The dancer and friend looked at each other. They were both mortified, trying desperately not to make it obvious to the others.
Bob stood in front of his 42 year-old mother, Athena, naked as the day she gave birth to him, and sporting a lengthy, aroused hard-on.
“Hello, Athena,” he managed to softly croak.
“Hi, Bobby Threads.”
Mother and son were beyond astounded at seeing each other at this moment in time, in this way, in this place. Time stopped for the two. They were suddenly, unexpectedly thrown into their own world. It was a world of utter shock and embarrassment.
His mind remembered Humphrey Bogart’s famous Casablanca line: “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”
Her mind was vehemently chastising, “Bobby, what are you doing here?!”
Their thoughts were a whirlwind of family history in a desperate attempt to wrap their minds around how the hell they could meet face-to-face, for the first time in over a decade, like this.
When Bob was seven, Athena discovered her husband had a penis problem: he couldn’t keep it out of college-age girls but he could keep it of her. When the philandering was discovered, the Italian-Cuban wife was devastated and angry. She literally threw her husband’s personal items on their front lawn and filed for divorce. The public humiliation was too much for him. When it was time for the child custody trial, he used his political and financial connections, and nefarious ways to enact payback.
He had hired an 18-year old bag boy at the local ShopRite to say Athena had seduced him and they had a year-long affair. A pair of bra and panties, belonging to her and supplied by her louse spouse to the market worker, was offered as evidence at the trial supporting his argument that she was an unfit mother. A briefcase full of cash delivered to the trial judge a week before the start of proceedings sealed the deal.
The husband was granted physical custody of Bob and his five year-old sister. Thanks to the bag boy and the judicial payoff, Athena was deemed unfit and disallowed visitation. The smug father wished he had a camera as his ex-wife screamed like a wounded animal and had to be physically restrained by court officers when the judgment was announced.
Fifteen years later Bob was able to rediscover Athena thanks to social media. A month prior to the Saturday night event, she emailed him a recent photo of herself, Bob couldn’t get over it. He could never understand how his father cheated on her. Back then she was attractive. In the recent photo, he ashamedly self-admitted his mom looked smoking hot.
Meanwhile in The Ladies Room, Athena’s mind had recalled the divorce, the loss of her children, years of tears, and how she was eventually able to pick herself up and overcome. Her mind now was on the recent reconnecting with her son. She loved the selfie he sent shortly after receiving her photo. She couldn’t get over how handsome and successful he looked. It was a picture of him in a navy pin-stripe suit, white shirt, and sky blue tie in front of his Cadillac ELR Coupe.
The clothes in the picture were the same as the ones he had on and off tonight. She didn’t put 2 and 2 together until after he removed he removed his fedora, at which point she thought she was going to have a heart attack.
That’s Bobby! she had silently screamed to herself.
Her initial reaction was bewilderment at why her son was working as a male stripper. She could envision screaming at him “Robert David! Why the hell are you working here—taking off your clothes and having sex with women in public?! Your parents didn’t spend all that money for you to go to college to be a Chippendale’s dancer!”
For months Marti and her friends had been raving to Athena about this place and this particular dancer named Bobby Threads. They reminded her of giggling school girls who could see inside the boys’ shower room. Their tales were very descriptive of his tool and his talents.
“In public?!” Athena shrieked in disbelief.
They told her how sex orgies were happening a lot. The Internet was full of videos and sites showing horny women unabashedly getting fucked by male dancers and by other female patrons in places like The Ladies Room. When Marti’s divorce was complete, they decided the best venue to celebrate was this one. Regular dance clubs often closed for private gatherings or for company parties during Christmas. The Ladies Room initiated the divorce shower idea and tonight’s exclusive gathering was just another night of debauchery.
The thrill of doing something sexually naughty beckoned to Athena. Even so, she was still hesitant since this type of environment was not something familiar to her. She finally relented when Marti promised to share the stripper while blowing him. Additionally, Marti was eating out the mother during a discussion about her requested attendance and wouldn’t let her cum until she acquiesced
Now, with Bobby Threads identity revealed, Athena’s erotic aspirations came crashing down.
“How could this young, well-built hunk, with the enormous erection—the one has been turning me on this evening and who I might have a shot with—be my son?!”
Shame immediately followed as she mentally focused on the unfortunate but undeniable fact that she had gotten aroused by her son. Just before he removed the fedora, Athena was excited by his seductive moves, fit body, and tight buns. She had a sizable stain on her Victoria Secrets. She even thought about rubbing her nipples through her blouse, they were so inflamed.
When she learned in horror that Bobby Threads was her own Bobby, all she wanted to do was leave. She tossed down the Chardonnay remaining in her glass and prepared to exit. A loud chorus of “Ohhh!’s” came from her colleagues and distracted her. She saw at the table next to hers one woman pointing at something to the other seated woman next to her. Athena followed the pointed finger.
Her son had just yanked off his pants and was now dancing in nothing but a skimpy, blue G-string. Alcohol and lack of dick got the better of the parent. She was mesmerized…at the bouncing, rocklike cock which was showcased yet hidden by the satiny material.
The term “fog of war” is used to describe the state soldiers are in when fighting. Athena was in a fog of voyeurism.
When she saw her friend pull down Bob’s G-string and his penis flayed out for everyone to see, Athena let out a small moan. She was riveted by its length and sleek, gratifying appearance.
My son has a very nice…big…cock she illicitly appraised to herself.
The appraisal had the unexpected reaction of waking her from her sexual fog.
What am I saying?!
Intense confusion rolled into her thoughts, along with wanting again to leave.
“Athena!” It was Marti calling her.
“Oh shit!”. Athena felt like she was busted by her parents for breaking curfew.
When Athena stood in front of Bob, their mutual awkwardness was monumental. Their eyes were painstakingly cast upon one another’s, and the silent dialogue to one another was apologetic.
“I’m sorry, so sorry.”
“Me, too.”
They stared at each other for what seemed like years but was really only a few seconds. Her eyes were the first to break the optical impasse. Almost magnetically, she lowered her vision to the 800 pound gorilla in the room: her son’s imposing cock.
Bob couldn’t help but notice how she seemed to ogle his outstretched dick. It was as if she was in her own little universe, in complete awe of it. Her breathing was shallow. Her pupils were doting back and forth along its length: seemingly she was trying to measure it. Then she licked her lips.
Bob’s pecker responded, jerking upward. Her eyes lit up, moving to view his muscular physique, then back to his main muscle. Her eyes blinked, and then a deep look of remorse appeared. He could just imagine the conflict going on inside her head.
As for himself, a perverse thrill radiated out through his own mind and body. His mother had just lecherously checked out his bod and rod. Apparently, she had dug it. The thrill had him willfully—and openly—reciprocating. Bob scanned over Athena like few boys do their mother.
From head to toe, she was stunning and sultry. She looked ten years younger. Her beautiful face was a Latin masterpiece. Her body, thanks to the form-fitting dress and hours at the gym, showed she had more curves than I-95. Her bare, foxy legs seem to go on forever and were sexily highlighted by her “fuck me” heels. She was truly a walking wet-dream!
What caught Bob’s eyes the most were his mother’s breasts. Her breasts were usually the first thing someone saw. Sure they were very large and despite a touch of sag, looked like tits of a twenty-something. But the two ripe melons were heaving, with their nipples so puffy, so hard, they were piercing through the dress top. It was clear to him that his beautiful mother was aroused…and he was the reason for it.
It didn’t bother him that she was excited by his dancing and disrobing. In fact it did just the opposite. He felt a tad dizzy…with forbidden excitement.
I bet her panties are soaked, he lecherously guessed to himself.
Marti had become impatient with her friend. Sitting at Bobby Threads’ feet and massaging his thigh working toward his balls, she watched their mutual looks after the intro. For some strange reason they initially looked surprised to see each. Then they were checking each other out, during which the dirty blonde slipped her other hand inside her own panties. The thong was thoroughly saturated. Her pussy lips, bloated and pulsating, quickly welcomed the two digits which were frenzily shoved into the syrupy cavern. Then it looked like Athena was getting cold feet, especially with Threads exuding nude, male confidence. She had had enough.
Marti removed her hand from the male thigh and annoyingly grabbed Athena’s closest hand, placing it on the erect penis, right where the shaft and the testicles meet.
“There!” she exasperatedly commented to the brunette.
The evening’s star returned to massaging his thigh.
The touch for mother and son was electric. Both sets of eyes, wide as four saucers, were upon each other.
Instantaneously Athena had the look like she had accidently put her hand over a stove flame.
Bob felt like he was sitting in the electric chair and the lever was pulled. His mental reaction was Oh shit! My hot mom just grabbed my hard dick!
Athena’s hand remained. It didn’t move, but it didn’t leave. She just stared at it, and where it was. Her conflicted mind was going a thousand miles a minute.
The songs lyrics returned.
Come on, dance
Jump on it
If you sexy then flaunt it
If you freaky then own it
Don’t brag about it, come show me
Come on, dance
Jump on it
If you sexy then flaunt it
Well it’s Saturday night and we’re in the spot
Don’t believe me, just watch (come on)
The words, mixed with her own brewing lust, kicked her over. Athena kneeled, leaned forward, and excitedly wrapped her full lips around her son’s erect penis.
Hah!
Bob had been intently watching her when Marti had taken her hand and put it on his manhood. He himself wasn’t sure what she would do. When he suddenly felt her mouth on his tool, he felt extreme shock and decadent pleasure—all at once.
“Oh, m—my!”
He caught himself before saying “Oh, mom!”
Athena’s head was zealously bobbing up and down on his dick like it was a Popsicle in summertime Phoenix. Guilt and embarrassment had been subdued. Her mind and body had been taken over by primal hunger, a sexual thirst. Almost two years without the touch or taste of a penis was too much for her.
She was on fire, and soon realized why. It was the knowledge that she was committing incest, a societal no-no. What made it even hotter and more arousing was that she was committing the taboo in public—and only her willing son and she knew about it!
The salacious lady doubled her suction power.
“Fuck!” bellowed the hunky dancer as it felt like she was trying to literally consume his prick. He looked down and was at a loss for words.
Athena’s wet lips frantically slid up and down his penis. It was a brisk blowjob, with lots of wet, slurpy noises. Her cheeks shallowed as she made the shaft disappear into her mouth, then reappear, then disappear, etc. It was a pornographic blur for Young Dante as he sailed into forbidden bliss.
His mother was already in forbidden bliss. She was infatuated with his dimensions, and his musky, perspiry taste. But what she really loved was how much Bob’s dick was throbbing in her mouth. It was beating like an overworked heart. His throbbing intensified her arousal.
Athena was focused on the dome of her son’s prick. She confidently wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft, with her mouth just above the tip. Her tongue fluttered out and swirled around the purplish, fat head.
When his busty mother’s tongue made contact with his helmet, all the nerve endings in that spongy cap lit up like a switchboard. He moaned, aloud, like the song verse.
“Haaaaaaa!”
The excited tool jolted, startling Athena. She had been so lost in her selfish space of obtaining and enjoying pleasure. It also made Marti, who was watching this oral show, laugh.
“I can you see still have ‘it,’ Athena. Pretty good, eh, Threads?”
All he could was simply nod in response.
The threeway had garnered a lot of attention from the audience. A circle had formed around the love seat watching the stripper and girlfriends. Some of the female viewers were ogling them. Some were watching with obvious jealousy. A few had their hands over their mouths, in shock. Three of them brazenly had their hands underneath their hiked up dresses, slipped inside their drenched panties, or through the neckline caressing an eager breast.
Athena, Marti and Bob were turned on by each other…and by the voyeurs surrounding them.
Marti gently placed the flats of her fingers under Athena’s chin, looking at her. The brunette stopped licking and returned the look. The two women gazed longingly at each other.
With Marti’s eyes still locked on Athena’s, she spoke to Bob.
“You should see her when she eats pussy, Threads. She’s quite good, even great.”
Marti leaned in and kissed Athena. Bob, looking down at them, almost gasped. The kiss began soft and sensual, then turned into a smoldering French session. When he saw the two gorgeous MILF’s tongues dueling, with eyes closed and a soft mewing from both of them, he reacted quickly to prevent a bit of drool escaping his mouth.
“My beautiful mother is bisexual?! Fucking hot!”
Marti broke the kiss, moving slowly away from her friend toward Bob’s crotch while still looking at Athena. The dirty blonde, her eyes still on her friend, began licking his left testicle.
Bob threw his head back and ran his fingers through his hair.
The licking became sucking, her lips whorishly nursing the beefy sphere. The same hand which held Athena’s chin, now held her son’s ball. Marti gently massaged the lower circumference, palming the young dinkleberry.
A sudden sense of jealousy struck Athena watching Marti suckling Bob.
“Hey Marti! That’s my son!” she jokingly wanted to say.
Instead she simply joined them. She sat along side her friend and took Bob’s other testicle into her mouth. He released an extended sigh and looked down. He couldn’t get over it. He had been in some torrid threesomes but nothing like this.
Each MILF was offering a whorish, pleasing combination of oral and manual love to their respective ball. Athena licked hers; Marti slurped hers. Athena caressed hers while watching her friend nuzzle the left one. The tips of their tongues soon met at the base of his shaft. Concurrently they licked the area just where the shaft and the scrotal sac met.
They soon went off into their own world again, tongue-kissing each other. This wasn’t the first time for him in which a threesome turned into a female twosome. He knew it was his time just to watch. He never could figure which was more arousing for him: getting orally serviced by two attractive women at the same time, or watching them get it on with each other.
“Hmmm!” the mother groaned in her friend’s mouth.
The groan instantly got louder as Marti began sucking on Athena’s tongue.
The two cougars traded saliva and bisexual lust, with twisting tongues and rolling lips in their untamed, impassioned kissing. Soon they began pawing at each other’s breasts.
The stripper loved watching the girl-on-girl scene, but he and his pecker wanted back in on the action. He wedged his firm prick in between their plastered-together mouths. They soon got the message and took turns blowing the neglected, anxious manhood.
The tongues of the mother and her friend went up and down the electrified length of cock-meat like two adjacent elevators.
“Hmmmm!” groaned Marti.
“Aaaahhh!” her friend exhaled.
The dirty blonde’s mouth covered the penile head and slurped…and slurped, and slurped, while her lover was planting kisses all over Thread’s outer thigh. Marti took hold of the male organ by its foundation and, bending it toward Athena, let her have some. Before putting her son’s penis back in her mouth, the brunette gave a quick glance up to Bob, flashing him a frisky grin.
He nearly gagged when his penis returned to the maternal orifice. After some deep-throating, Athena’s tongue flickered at the mushroom-shaped top again. Then she slipped the precious cap in between her wet, devoted lips, nursing it. Subsequently she returned to licking it, with special attention to the piss hole.
“Oh! Arrrghhhh! Ugh!” the dancer blubbered.
The evening’s star wanted the prized slab of beef back in her mouth. Still grasping the lower half of the pinkish stalk, she moved it back for her own tongue and mouth to service.
As much as this incestuous ménage a trios was frying his sexual psyche, Bobby Threads needed and wanted to fuck Marti. He was paid to do this, and also knew from experience this was about the time that his pill would be wearing off. So he scooped her up, prying her mouth from his dick, and deposited her on the seat. He was about to take off her clothes when Athena offered.
The brunette and the dirty blonde giggled as the latter was disrobed. Marti’s dress was on the floor in short work. Athena started to pull down her friend’s thong but it got briefly stuck in her teeming cunt. Like Pavlov’s dog, the hunk began salivating at the sight of his alluring mom pulling down the soaked, flimsy garment and having to yank it out of her girlfriend’s greedy pussy lips. It was smooth sailing from then on, Athena pulling Marti’s legs out of the panties and spreading Marti’s thighs…for her son to see.
Marti was now completely nude save for heels, reclining on the love chair with her legs opened wide in the air. Her smooth, bald cunt glistened with her overflowing nectar, the honey-hole quivering in a desperate plea to give entry to the virile dick. The evening’s star glared at him like a starving animal.
“Fuck me, Bobby Threads! Fuck me now!” she demand through clenched teeth.
The well-hung stripper gave a hand signal which was known in the club. An attendant ran up to him and gave him a pack of Trojan Magnums. The attendant ran back to the shadows of the stage. Threads tore open the packaging. He could see out of the corner of his eye his mom, now sitting next to Marti, raptly watching with bugged-out eyes.
The condom wrapper went to the floor and he was about to unroll the prophylactic onto his erection when Athena suddenly jumped up.
“I’ll do it.”
This offer sounded very seductive, much more than the previous one.
For Bob, the next few moments were in slo-mo. He watched his bodacious mom take the unwrapped rubber and, with her eyes fixed on his, put the condom on his hard, eager prick. He saw Athena’s fuchsia colored, well-manicured fingernails move about unrolling the Trojan down his member. Mother and son looked at each other with scalding, forbidden intensity. When she finished completely encasing his sex in the rubber, Athena took her hand away in a curving motion, intentionally caressing his testicles. She looked at him, then Marti who was watching her “bag” the stud, and back to him.
“Fuck her, Bobby Threads!”
Athena stood up. She winked at her splayed friend, turned to him and pressed her lips onto his mouth. She then leaned into his ear.
“Then, fuck me!” the busty babe quietly hissed, moving aside for the stripper to proceed.
The Energy Bunny had nothing on Bobby Threads. The Adonis grabbed his burning, steely cock and aimed it at the syrupy opening of Mart’s twat. When the expansive crown was placed against the greasy, fat labia, there seemed to be a pause. His mind was racing. When he first saw Marti and enjoyed their interaction, he was dying to fuck her. But when his mother unexpectedly became part of the sexual equation, his mindset changed. Yes, he still wanted to bang Marti…but so that he could bang his mom.
Taking his hand off his hard-on, the stripper was now in a push-up stance above Marti. He lowered himself on top of her.
“Uugghhhhhh!” the evening’s star moaned as she felt his fat hard-on slip in between her salmon-colored folds and begin its descent into her overheated channel.
“Aaarrgghhhh!” Bob screamed as he—his aching dick, more specifically—was at last inside of some primed pussy.
He tossed his head around and simply exhaled. The feel of her muggy, snug cuntal walls rippling up and down his southbound prick was exhilarating.
It was a somewhat tight descent for Bob’s manhood, but the tightness of Marti’s crevice made the penetration just that much more tantalizing, that much more exquisite. As much as he had thought about his mother, Bob was sidetracked. It was the erotic undertow of Marti’s sweet pussy, drawing in his meaty cock like a tractor beam, which was now his mental and physical focus.
“Ohhhhhh, Bobby!” she cried raspily as his balls careened against her butt.
Stripper and patron both knew his lengthy, eager phallus had filled her up, completed with a torrential release of female sap. Bob, planted a very slow, tongue-waggling kiss on her mouth. When she began sucking on his lingua, Bob began screwing her.
The young buck would have preferred starting out with slow pelvic motions, building up the heat, and then just go all out, smashing the needy twat. But tonight was different, thanks to Mom. Bob right away was tapping the drenched, fiery, creamy groove at breakneck speed.
“Aaggghhh!” wailed Marti. “Oh yes! Yes, Bobby! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!”
The lad’s hips were almost a blur, round and round the lean flanks went, as he pulverized the cougar muff. Soon he added ‘English’ to this downward motion, by increasing the velocity of his pummeling with an occasional swiveling of his dick in her yearning gully, much like the straw that stirs the drink.
Marti’s was thrashing about on the seat like a fish out of water. Her bent knees soon entwined themselves around the heaving stud’s body, pulling him deeper inside of her.
Bob was so lost in fucking Marti he had forgotten about his mother. He heard something to his right. He had been so busy sucking on one of Marti’s heavy, quivering breasts that the sound of movement on the chair made him look to his side.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed quietly to himself.
Athena, completely nude except for her heels, had sat down next to the mating pair.
“Well, well, look who lost her clothes,” Marti quipped.
The parent smiled and laughed. She looked at Bob, who was already visually savoring her drop-dead, naked beauty.
He gawked at the full, large breasts. It dawned on him the last time he saw her mouthwatering, swollen nipples was when he was in Pampers. Her stomach was relatively flat. Her thighs, slowly opening for his viewing pleasure, were lusciously smooth with the insides having a glossy sheen. An intoxicating aroma was released as they parted. Her long legs were lean and uber sexy. And her pussy? Michelangelo’s David could not get over he came forth from this magnificently tempting example of womanhood 23 years ago.
If there was a logo for ‘moist, intense, female arousal,’ it was Athena’s cunt. The ceaseless flow of honey not only basted her inner thighs but also the vulva. The small racing stripe of brown pubic hair was matted down. The succulent lips, pink and not overly wide, were parted just enough to showcase her juicy depths. Every square inch of Athena’s gash palpitated with forbidden lust.
Shit! Mom makes Sofia Vergara look like Sofia Coppola!
Seeing Athena like this shifted Bob’s thrusting motions into overdrive. He was now applying deep, penetrating, gratifying jabs to Mart’s slit. It was ferocious and looked more like he was bouncing off of her rather than into her.
“Uhhhh! Arrgghhh! Oh!” he loudly grunted.
The volume and the locomotive-like thrusts were intentional. He always loved showing off for a gorgeous gal. Now was no different. In fact, he relished this showboating more than anytime previously.
Athena glanced at her friend, then at Bob. It turned on the taboo partners to see each other like this, with no one knowing their relationship. She began pulling on one of her hard nipples, while her other hand was gliding over her pubic mound. Bob watched enrapturedly as she caressed her hungry, soaking vagina. His jaw dropped when her index and middle fingers splayed apart the oily lips, then all five digits rubbed the distended labia. Next she slipped the middle one in her crevice, and lackadaisically finger-fucked herself.
The brunette was deliriously lost in her newly-found wantonness. A sinfully, delicious excitement flashed throughout her body so powerfully, it actually made her shiver. The release of her cream got stronger, and the secret passion between she and him got hotter.
“Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!” she choked out in a hoarse whisper.
The low moan caught Marti’s attention. With Bob still working on her searing muff like a jackhammer, she turned her head and saw her friend pleasuring herself. A licentious grin appeared.
“Well, well, look at—ugh! Oh! Ugh!—look at you, playing with yourself like that,” she chided.
The parent willfully nodded.
“You’re—” Marti’s statement was cut off by her orgasm.
“Aahhhhhh!” she screamed.
Bob and Athena both looked at their lover, as she convulsed and climaxed.
“Oh! Oh! Bobby Threads! Shit, don’t stop!”
Like a dog shaking off water, the lad had sweat flying off of him as he pounded away at the syrupy, juicy cunt. The feeling of having a beautiful woman orgasming all over his schlong was amazing. The gratification was tripled when, at the same time, his own climax was approaching.
“Ugh! Ugh! Oh!” he panted riotously.
The muscles in his arms and legs were hollering for relief. But he was too far gone in his fucking to care about muscle aches. And he was too close to his own climax.
“Yessss! I’m cumming!” bellowed the evening’s star.
Marti and Bob were in a frenzy, cumming and about to cum. They were looking at each other as their turbulent motions were at a fever pitch. Seemingly out of nowhere Athena’s finger, the one that had been swilling in her honey-hole, floated in between the stripper and patron. The digit, shiny with her juices, landed right under Bob’s nose. He looked at his mother, and snorted heavily, sounding like a silverback gorilla in the forest. Then slowly she dragged the slimy finger down his lips.
Even in the midst of her climax, Marti had to applaud her friend.
“You sexy little bitch!”
Athena withdrew her finger. His tongue shot out, swabbing his lips and savoring her ambrosia.
The forbidden smell and taste of his mother’s sweet, dripping pussy, hand-delivered to him by her, was too much for him. He went into sensory overload and within a series of zealous thrusts, began cumming.
“Aaarrrgghhhhh!” he roared.
All the teasing (his and the ladies’), the unexpected family reunion, the threesome, all of the emotions and ecstasy—came spewing out of his cock head in mighty ropes of his rich, heated cream. It was a mind-blowing, toe-curling release for him. In no time the Trojan’s reservoir tip was full.
The flexing stallion looked down at Marti. She enthusiastically and willfully got caught up in his crescendo. She wrapped her bouncing legs around Bob and worked her cuntal muscles, squeezing his firing dick.
As he revolved his head in climatic triumph, Bob cast a glance at his mother. She was watching him and Marti going at it. She returned the look, her eyes hooded over, as she was strumming her clit.
“Oh, ohhhh!” she moaned. “Oh, Bob!”
His eyes widened, hearing his mom call his name.
“I’m cumming!” Athena sexily, victoriously announced.
He and Marti, in the twilight of their orgasms, watched Athena get herself off. His horny, hungry eyes were getting crossed watching her big tits quaking, her fingers drilling into the flooded sheath, and her loins spread wide like a centerfold. His depleted rod just plopped out of Marti and was stirring slightly to the writhing, groaning MILF a few feet away.
***
As the three lovers’ climaxes subsided and they were winding down, the rest of The Ladies Room was heating up. Most of their circular audience had dispersed thanks to other male dancers coming out. The stripper reinforcements did their own shows for the women and began servicing them or getting serviced by them.
Marti, Athena and Bob were sitting together, cuddling, on the love seat with him in the middle. They rested and basked in the glow of a satisfying—and scandalous—trifecta.
After a while they kissed, then French kissed. First it was Marti and Bob. Then it was Marti and Athena. Finally it was Athena and Bob. This lip- and tongue-lock, was hotter, more passionate than the others, and lasted longer. He took his mother in his arms and heatedly embraced her.
Marti looked at the two and smiled devilishly.
“Ewww! Look at you two go!”
Bob and Athena thought the same thing: If only she knew.
The mother’s illicit libido was brimming back to life. She got on top of him, sharing one last, burning French smooch. She pulled her head back from the kiss, painstakingly releasing his tongue from her encompassing lips. She slithered her foxy body down his while locking eyes with him, sexily dragging her flattened breasts with their erect nipples and her sodden muff. Like a snake, Athena gradually moved down the fit male form, leaving kisses and licks on his lower neck, pecs, and eventually his abdomen.
“Hmmmm!” she raunchily swooned as her tongue was bearing in on his navel.
Her scraping nipples, the bristly feel of her pubic strip, the butterfly kisses, the sometimes quick sometimes slow licks—all while she snaked down to his crotch and looking at him so temptingly—had his mind reeling.
“Ohh, that’s hot!” Marti lewdly appraised, slipping a hand into her own snatch, watching her friend cascade downward Bobby Thread’s body.
The son almost choked when he saw Athena’s chin touch his spent, curled up dick, all shriveled up and wet in the rubber. It looked like a midget in a diving suit. She gave him a wicked smile and with her eyes still on his, dragged her chin agonizingly slow over the snail-like form of his penis.
Her lips were next in line to tantalizingly glide over the lump. She gave the middle of the curved shaft a kiss through the Trojan. Her nose followed, sounding like a bloodhound as it sniffed his scent.
The prolonged, cascading touch of her facial features, the smooch, and hefty snorts had Bob’s dick stirring awake. What made this erotic ‘face-job’ even hotter was who was doing it. Then Athena turned it up a notch, just a bit.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Shhhhit!” he bellowed.
Marti shot the dancer a look when she heard him beginning to stammer. She followed his look to his crotch.
Once her face was under Bob’s nuts and situated between his open, sweaty thighs, Athena had lifted up his weighty scrotum. She inhaled the aroma, kissed his perineum and then licked once the sensitive area. She gently lowered his nutsack and proceeded to orally adore the testicles.
Her mouth landed on the beefy orbs and was everywhere. Athena was incestuously insane; her lips and tongue were applying kisses, licks and suckles to her son’s nuts. It was as if the buxom parent was determined to cover every square inch of testicular skin with her mouth and/or tongue.
“Hmmm, Bobby Threads!” she huskily stated with her face still buried in his nether region.
She paused, to lick and peck his inner thighs. Then she peered into his eyes like the seductress she had morphed into.
“My Bobby,” she decadently emphasized, choosing her words knowing the covert mental effect it would have on him, “your balls taste so good!”
In response to the double entendre, his cock jerked up. The ravenous brunette flashed him a sinful wink and a knowing look. He returned it with his own knowing glance, mixed with youthful cockiness.
Athena quickly rolled up the used condom, removed it from the member, and threw it under the love seat. She gawked at the curled up, slimy, spunk-covered dick. There was a wonder in her eyes…and a fire in her loins.
“Ewwww, how fucking sweet!” she murmured before lowering her head so her mouth could envelope her son’s penis.
Young Dante’s breathing sounded asthmatic.
She began working on Bob’s cock like a porn queen. The horny mom frantically bobbed her head up and down, delivering a lusty combo of frenzied licks and loud-sounding slurps.
The licks, luxurious and wet strokes, traveled along the shaft’s length, with brief stops to quickly swab the aching cockhead. The slurps, despite the end of his song loudly playing and the boisterous crowd, resonated in Bob’s ears.
Athena was joyously reacquainted with a favorite, intimate delicacy: the taste of cum. Her throat and taste buds were going insane with the rediscovered consistency and flavor of spunk.
“Hmmmmm!” she raspily cooed.
Neurons and synapses in Bobby’s brain were firing off like the 4th of July as he gazed downward. His pretty and highly aroused mother was kneeling in front of him like a servant girl, consuming his dick. And she did so in such a scintillating, carnally impassioned way that he felt unmitigated ecstasy.
The euphoric hunk was about to release a deep-seeded groan as response to the Hoover-like action he was receiving. That changed to a series of breathless gasps.
“Oh! Oh! Ah! Oh, fuck!! Ah! Oh!”
The reason why the good-looking stud started panting was because his adoring lover had just pressed her lips against the fat tip of his dick, gave it a sucking kiss, immediately followed up with her tongue swirling over the excited cap.
The untamed Athena felt a perverse pride, seeing how she was gratifying her son. Her fervent tongue mopped all around the helmet, painting it in saliva and electrifying it with its slippery touch.
Athena then made a decision. She had to be fucked…right now, by her son. She disengaged herself from his member, raising herself up in front of his still-seated form. Even though he was two inches taller than her, currently she looked like an Amazonian queen towering over him.
This is so fucking hot, the sun has competition! Marti silently critiqued while watching them.
The dirty blonde had already given herself an invigorating orgasm while her girlfriend was blowing the stripper. She was ready to fuck herself even deeper watching Athena screw Bobby Threads.
“Fuck him, Athena! Fuck him good!” she cheered.
Athena sauntered closer to Bob, swinging one sleek leg over so that his bent knees were between her spread thighs. Their eyes blazed on each other, reflecting their monumental arousal, and their mutual desire to share forbidden passion. Both breathed gutturally, like jungle animals, He was titanium hard. She was wetter than a river.
She straddled him.
Athena took hold of the lengthy, sumptuous, and forbidden cock.
He was silent but his eyes, large as Frisbees, showed his carnal anticipation.
Athena placed the plum-like top at the opening of her buttery and needy cunt. Slowly—ever so slowly—she began lowering herself down on his dick.
“Ah! Ohhhhhhh!” she lustily exhaled.
Once her pussy lips encompassed the robust crown, they sucked it in and gradually consumed the top quarter of Bob’s member. She then placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Ugghhhh!” he groaned.
The initial sensation of being mounted by his bare, busty mom was indescribable. Athena’s pussy was very wet, very tight, and very accommodating. Her sugars rippled and quivered, welcoming his hard-on like a victorious warrior. Her releasing nectar greased the passageway for easier accessibility.
It was like an X-rated version of Star Trek. Bob watched his prick being beamed up into the overjoyed slit.
“Beam me up, Mommy,” he mused to himself.
Centimeter by centimeter vanished upward into the hungry channel as she eased herself downward. She tossed her head back, her sexy dark mane flying about. This was unparallel ecstasy being awarded excruciatingly one fleshy bit at a time.
Her back was arched, her hair looking like a brown waterfall adjacent to it. Thanks to this sexy curve, her tits jutted out and appeared even bigger. The nipples seemed even larger, like two sweet, delectable Hershey kisses. Bob was getting hypnotized as Athena’s chest rose and fell while she breathed deeply.
More of the luscious, thrilled member was eased up into the creamy pussy. Athena’s most intimate opening was being splayed apart—and she loved it. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth alternated between forming an “O” and her biting the lower lip. Then she sighed.
“Ohhhh, so good! Soooo good!”
Her ravenous twat, like an invading army, continued taking possession of his manhood. The top 2/3 of Young Dante’s cock was ensphered by it. The shuddering, vibrant cuntal insides massaged and shellacked the incoming rod.
“Urrrgghhh!” he growled. “Athena your pussy is so wet and tight!” He really desired to say ‘mom’ instead.’
Bob wanted to grab hold of those descending, lush, curvaceous hips and just start plowing away. But he gave this time to his mother, remaining passive with his arms at his sides.
“Hmmmm! Glad you like it, Bobby-kins,” she responded, watching his reaction.
His eyes bugged out.
Bobby-kins was her nickname for him when he was child. She used to utter it when he did something good. Right now, for her, what he was doing was beyond good.
When her ample buttocks touched his thighs, the two moaned.
Bob’s dick was now fully encased inside of Athena’s womanhood.
Breathing heavily and with feverish anticipation, they looked at each other. Both sets of eyes were half-slitted and glazed over with primal lust. Then the mother began fucking her son by riding him. Her hips undulated, gradually at first. After that, the tempo increased as the meaty goodness of his cock supplied her with ethereal sensations.
“Oh Bobby, your cock feels sooooo INCREDIBLE!” she lavished.
She could have never imagined her making this statement—never in her wildest moments, prior to tonight.
Incest? Are you crazy?!
But, there was no denying it. Her son’s hard penis, a masterpiece of length and girth, had been completely absorbed by her heterosexually-famished cunt. And she was riding it for all its luscious sexual worth.
Eat your heart out, Kay Parker! she declared silently, bawdily.
Athena’s body moved in a north/south direction, building up the momentum and the heat. It was as if she was on a pogo-stick, bouncing up and down on the dick. Her gushing juices made her motions all the more savory.
Once again, she seemed to be in her own universe. As she rode the gratifying, stiff prick, her eyes were shut and she slowly rolled her head—especially when she was on the downstroke.
After a bit, Bob’s hips lifted to meet her thrusts, affording her honey-hole more direct and pleasing strokes. This resulted in a more profound, lewd affection for the moist snugness of her pussy. The sensation for him was exhilarating. It felt like he was in the grip of a vise, very humid, and lined with silkiness.
Next his hands hand cupped her mammoth rack.
“Yesssss!” the beauty clamored.
She put her hands behind her head like a 1950’s pinup model with her chest thrusted out, giving him more tit-flesh to enjoy. He kneaded the excited breasts, caressing them especially underneath at their curvature. He toyed with the puffy nipples, tweaking and squeezing them. Then he leaned in and licked at the eager teats, left to right, right to left.
“Hmmmm!” he quietly hummed, diligent in licking at both nipples and providing equal gratification.
“Ahhh!” she squealed as his tongue circled her mammary peaks. Her nipples were sensitive, and a key source for her getting more amped up.
A stronger release of her ambrosia ensued. Keener, more fervent squishy sounds emerged from their conjoined sexes.
“Man, are you guys fucking hot!” Marti erotically critiqued, while strumming her clit at the sight of her girlfriend banging the stud stripper rodeo style.
Mother and son were fucking hot. Their love-making was feral, nasty, and torrid.
Bob eventually ceased his up-thrusts, returning to his submissive role. He found more hard-core satisfaction in letting Athena ravage him, and being her fuck-toy. She continued for a while longer vaulting up and down on his rod, her frantic hips clanging against his lap like a bell.
She leaned into him and he met her halfway. The resulting kiss was furious, broiling, with much spit and tongue swapped. Then she lunged for his ear.
“You like me fucking you, hmmm? You like me fucking you, Bobby-kins?” she teasingly inquired, her tongue flickering against his earlobe.
Before he could respond, she changed her motion to grinding gyrations. She gyrated her hips slowly, making his prick move inside her greedy cunt like the magic wand it was. Then she ground her engorged clit, with hard strikes, against his pelvic bone, intensifying her pleasure.
“Ugghhhhhh!” she moaned.
Bob was entranced by the erotic rolling of Athena’s hips as she mashed her groin into his. She looked like a stripper working the dance-pole as she worked his pole.
His hands went to the hips, holding them, caressing them. The avaricious fingers went to the back and squeezed her curvy ass-cheeks.
The banging babe tilted her head back and ran her fingers through her hair like in a shampoo commercial. Then she began to stammer.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
In between the ‘oh’s’ the undulations of her pelvis became quicker, more intense, more lust-crazed. Her first heterosexual orgasm in two years was gloriously sweeping over her.
“Yes! I’m cumming! Oh yes! Yesssss!”
Athena’s voluptuous, sexy body convulsed tempestuously, causing Bob to change his sexual strategy. He took the lead by ratcheting up his pace, bouncing his legs faster so that his spearing of the drenched, writhing pussy quickly became a driving fury. His mother, her large breasts flopping about, loved the increased ramming.
“Ohhhhh, Bobby! That’s it! Fuck me hard! Make me cum! Make me cum!”
His mother always told him to do what he said when he was a child. Why should this be any different? The stripper son redoubled his vigor and savagely fucked her into orgasmic oblivion.
Her climax was immense. Her body was shaking, her heart palpitating, and breathing ragged. For a brief couple of seconds she feared she was going to pass out. But it didn’t happen. And even so, for the delirious parent, any unconsciousness would be a small price to pay for this Hall of Fame fuck and All-Star orgasm.
The maternal juices were cascading out like a rainstorm. Her inner thighs and ass-crack along with his dick, balls, thighs— inner and outer, and lower abdomen were basting in several coats of her nectar and their mutual perspiration.
Eventually, after she crested, her body motions became limp. She was still astride him, his hardness still inside and being gently rocked by a gratified pussy.
Marti was overjoyed at her friend getting satisfyingly boned by Threads. She wanted to take Athena in her arms and congratulate her, hug her, kiss her. But the stripper Adonis hadn’t had his ‘moment’ yet. So the dirty blonde just got more comfortable on her side of the love seat and relished her own tart taste, swirling in her mouth the gooey digits fresh from her piping hot pussy.
Athena peered at Bob through several strands of hair which were partially covering her face, giving her such a foxy, tigress look. He met her gaze. She leaned into him, her lips next to the ear opposite of her self-pleasuring friend so she couldn’t hear. The question was barely above a whisper.
“You like the way mommy fucked you, hmmm, my little bucking bronco?”
The taboo inquiry catapulted Bob over the sexual edge. Instantly, reflexively he gave one mighty upward shove of his cock and began ejaculating. His hands flew to her hips to steady her. The push made Athena toss back and northward, screaming.
“Uggghhhhhh!”
His own wail followed.
“Aaarrrrrrggghhhhh!”
Cracking sounds, very much like a bat hitting a ball, echoed inside Bob’s head. It was surreal, fucking—bareback—and cumming inside of his smoking hot mother as she rode him. It was hedonistically decadent. It was also physically and indescribably gratifying for the studly lover to bust his second nut for the night.
“Fuck me, Athena! Fuck meeeee!”
His thick, white magma jettisoned up into her spasming cunt like Old Faithful. Shot after shot of cum jettisoned out of the belching prick, cocktailing with her releasing ambrosia. So much of the incestuous elixir was flooding out between them that loud, wet slapping sounds were heard as her ass careened off his thighs, and he was soon sitting in a puddle of it.
Later, when the last of the bodily fluids were released, writhing morphed into relaxation, and breathing was normal, Athena and Bob were in a serene, sensual embrace. She remained straddled atop of him, their heads tilted into one another so their foreheads touched. They kissed. It was soft and gentle. They were about to go for a second when Marti, dressed, put her arms around them both.
“You two should get a hotel room,” she joked.
Together they chuckled.
“I’m heading home,” the dirty blonde said.
She looked at him, leaning in.
“Bobby Threads, thanks for an incredible lay.”
She kissed him full on the mouth, then turned to Athena.
“My love,” she commented before planting a smooch on the brunette, “call me tomorrow.”
Marti then guided their heads together so all three of them were kissing each other. It was pretty tame, with just a brief appearance of tongues. Then she left.
Once again mother and son were in their own world. They looked at each other.
“So,” she began, “where do we go from here?”
“My place.”
She playfully slapped his arm. He didn’t now she was being serious.
“Ok, fine. But after that, where do we go from here?”
He released an uncomfortable sigh, and then answered.
“I don’t know.”
Athena wasn’t pleased with the answer but since she could provide a better alternative, she stayed silent.
They both felt uncomfortable, her more than him.
Then she looked down, forlornly.
“Bob, baby, I’m—”
He stopped her, knowing what she was about to say.
“Mom, there’s no need to apologize.”
She felt stymied. She was about to try again to apologize and go on with the self-blame she had planned. But their conversation was interrupted.
“Hi, Bobby Threads!”
It was a boisterous greeting from behind them. Bob and Athena turned around in the love seat. It was the two girls who had been sitting together and fingering each other while watching his act. Both looked no more than 25, were nude and were built to please. One had heels on and the other was bare-foot. They each had an arm around the other’s waist.
“Hello,” he politely said.
“I’m Molly and this is my sister, Julie,” the less drunk of the two began. “We saw you tonight. You were soooo awesome, so epic. You got us so turned on we,” she paused to giggle and look at her sibling, “we started, playing with each other.”
Molly stopped talking to see how he would react. When he didn’t seem phased, Julie took up the conversation.
“We wanted to know, would you like to play with us?”
Julie took the hand which was by her side and laid it on her sister’s fuzzy cunt. Her fingers snaked along the length of the dripping petals, stroking their edges and precariously avoided slipping in between them. Then she pressed down on the vulva and caressed it with her palm.
Molly tilted her head against her sister’s and sighed erotically.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Both Bob and Athena were captivated by the forbidden display before them. Both were getting a little turned on. For her, the sight and thought of sisterly love was intoxicating. Marti was her first and only woman. Nothing against Marti but this would be like going from little league to the majors.
But alas, they were interested in Bob. Not Bob and she.
I bet it would blow their mind finding out about our own family bond. I bet it would excite them and make this a completely incestuous fourway.
Something, though, was gnawing at Athena. It was the same thing she felt when Marti was blowing Bob. It was jealousy. In this unimaginable night of sucking and fucking her only son, she now recognized that her prior envious sentiments were real. As they were now. She really didn’t want to share him with another woman.
But who could resist these two tempting sisters. Athena herself—if it was just herself—would surely ‘join’ their company. They were young, pretty, and the mother would probably get diabetes from eating their sweet pussies. She looked at Bob.
He was ensnared by them. Julie was still rubbing between Molly’s thighs while they gave him enormously smoky, sensual stares.
Self-defeating thoughts rocked Athena’s mind.
Sure, fucking your mom is hot. But what’s hotter? Fucking sisters—at the same time.
Even in lust, I’ll get dumped.
(Counting off til he leaves with them) 5-4-3-2-.
“Thank you for the exciting offer, ladies, but I already have plans for tonight.”
All three women were shocked at the declining reply. Athena was the most shocked, especially when his hand covered hers.
Julie recoiled her hand back to her side. Molly was blinking like crazy.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Flabbergasted they stared at him, then Athena, then back to him with a “You’re passing us up for HER?!” look. They dejectedly walked away. Bob looked at Athena.
“I don’t want to make the same mistake Dad made,” he explained.
She closed her shocked, open mouth at the same time one of its corners started quivering. She was about to cry.
“Oh, Bobby!” she espoused as the tear streaked down her face.
With the flat of his thumb, he wiped it away. He smiled softly at her.
“I love you, mom.”
Still fighting keep her composure, Athena managed to respond in kind.
“I love you, Bobby.”
With debauchery passed up and acting up all around them, the unconventional lovers gazed longingly in each other’s eyes.
“So, where do we go from here?” It was his turn to ask the question.
“Your place,” Athena happily, confidently answered.