Link to part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9xqpzy/ms_hanna_family_secrets/](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9xqpzy/ms_hanna_family_secrets/)
Link to part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9yk696/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_2/](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9yk696/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_2/)
Link to part 3: [https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9yldre/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_3/](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/9yldre/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_3/)
Link to part 4: [https://www.reddit.com/r/IncestErotica/comments/9z6c7c/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_4/](https://www.reddit.com/r/IncestErotica/comments/9z6c7c/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_4/)
Link to part 5: [https://www.reddit.com/r/IncestErotica/comments/a19ely/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_5/](https://www.reddit.com/r/IncestErotica/comments/a19ely/ms_hanna_family_secrets_pt_5/)
Pete groggily pulled up beside his parent’s home and dragged himself to the private entrance of the basement apartment he was renting from them. He dropped his keys and wallet on the dresser and glanced toward the door that led to the stairs up into the house, verifying it was locked.
He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his socks and headed to the shower. He had learned from experience that it would be painful to try to remove his hoodie and jeans right away, they were veritably glued to his body by the myriad loads of semen ejaculated onto him by his numerous, anonymous lovers at the gloryhole. He felt the barest blush of shame, admitting to himself what a cum-slut he had become, but bold desire easily pushed it away.
He walked into the shower and got the water running nice and hot before stepping into it fully clothed. He let the water run over his stiff, crusty hair, the smell of semen flooding the air. As the hot water soaked his clothes, Pete indulged in a private moment of depravity, relaxing his bladder and flooding his panties and the front of his jeans with hot piss. He had been nearly desperate for almost the last hour.
He grinned to himself as the pleasurable relief led to an inevitable swelling of his penis with the confines of his rather tight clothing. He let his clothes get good and soaking while he shampooed his hair. After rinsing, he unzipped the hoodie and peeled it off his shoulders and back, dropping with a sodden splash to the floor. The distinct odor of semen again flooding the steamy alcove. Pete kept his little bra on as he lathered up his torso, only unclasping it after he had got himself and the scrap of lingerie good and soapy.
The mundane task of cleaning himself up in the steamy shower, rinsing the little lacey bra in his hands, aroused him so much. He didn’t understand it, but he was anticipating freeing his raging hard-on from his pants. He hung the clean-ish bra on a hook and unbuttoned his pants, peeling them down his smooth shaven legs. He kicked them aside to join the wet mass of his hoodie and grabbed more soap. Pete proceeded to scrub himself front and back, from his ass-crack to his toes, getting the panties as clean as he could while still wearing them.
Pete’s hard cock stood out from his body, having slipped out from behind the panties at the beginning of his scrubbing. He had to say, he was in love with his own penis. It looked so delicious, and no matter how hard he had tried, he’d never been able to reach it with his own mouth. He slipped off the thong and slowly rinsed the soap from his groin, loving the feel of his hairless skin sliding under his hands. He kept his pubic area meticulously shaved and longed for the day when he could afford a more permanent hair removal solution.
His inability to suck his own cock hadn’t tamed his desire to taste himself, and tonight was no different. Pete’s lust overwhelmed him and he shut off the shower and lay down on the floor. He knew he’d cum in only a few seconds, but he wanted it to last just a bit longer than that. With a devilish grin, he lifted his hips and again concentrated enough to relax his bladder, sending a lazy trickle of pee across his well-defined, skinny abs. He loved how hot and dirty it felt, and placing his feet on the wall, raised his hips higher, directing the little stream toward his face. Pete let his piss fall onto his face, squeezing his eyes shut tight, but opening his mouth to taste the salty-sweet rain.
Spitting the little mouthful off piss out onto his chest, Pete used the slick pee to begin stroking his cock in earnest. Within moments he was moaning with his mouth open as several well-aimed shots plunged onto his waiting tongue. He closed his lips and swallowed, savoring the flavor as he purposefully milked the remaining drops onto his face.
Pete allowed himself to slip down the wall and loved the sensation of just lying there, his face splattered with his own piss and cum as he replayed the night in his mind. After a bit, he bonelessly rose up and finished showering. He hung his soaked hoodie and jeans in the shower so they could drip dry a little before he did his laundry the next day, knowing he could get all his laundry done before his mom even woke up on Saturday morning.
Pete was looking longingly at his comfortable bed when his stomach groaned within him. He decided to go grab a midnight snack after throwing on some pajama pants and a t-shirt. He put on his best disinterested face and made his way upstairs, expecting to find his mom veg-ing out to some inane reality show in the living room a glass of her usual cheap wine clutched in her chubby fingers.
The living room was empty and dark, and upon entering the kitchen Pete found his mother’s purse lying on the counter, the contents half spilled out as if it had been tossed there. He stood still, trying to locate his mother with his hearing, but the house was eerily silent. He sat leaning against the counter, thoughtfully chewing on a banana and occasionally chugging milk straight from the jug.
Mom has been acting more withdrawn than usual, he thought to himself. God, she must be miserable. I’ll just go check on her, I dunno, just in case.
Wiping his mouth with the back of a hand and tossing the banana peel in the trash, Pete headed upstairs in search of his mom.
“Mom?” he called reaching the top of the stairs, only finding the unlit hallway.
His parent’s room was at the end of the hall, the door was open, but the room had no lights on.
“Mo-om,” he called again, at the entrance to her room.
Peering inside, he could see orange-ish light slanting into the room through the blinds from the streetlight outside. On the bed he could make out the hilly terrain of his mother’s plump body.
“Mom?” Pete said, rapping on the doorframe lightly.
She didn’t even stir. Heart suddenly racing, Pete rushed into the room and approached the bedside, afraid of the worst.
Just as he was noticing the empty wine bottle on the nightstand and the plastic cup on the floor that had fallen from her hand which was hanging over the side of the bed, he pulled up short, startled by the fact that she was both completely naked, uncovered and snoring softly.
“Ho jeez!” he exclaimed aloud. Even that outburst didn’t elicit a response from his mother.
Pete’s mother lay on her back, left arm hanging off the bed, mousy hair spread out on her pillow, right arm and leg sprawled to the side and left leg slightly bent. Pete noticed that her tits, which normally stuck out farther than her rounded belly, were now flowing to the sides of her chest, pointed in opposite directions. Her fat belly ended in a line across her hips and her bald pubic mound rose from between her legs like a ripe peach.
An instinctual impulse caused Pete to look between her somewhat spread thighs, his horny mind not really considering her maternal relationship to him.
“Hot damn!” he whispered to himself, gazing at her large inner lips protruding well beyond the protective folds of her fat slit.
He found himself drinking the sight of her in. He never thought about, never wanted to think about, his mother as a sexual creature, but as his gaze roved over the rolling hills of her flesh, his cock had awakened and was now tenting the front of his pajama pants. Her nipples were as large and plump as the rest of her, sitting centered on slightly oval areola that were the size of the palm of his hand. To him, she seemed heavy in all the right places, he fought an urge to wrap his arms around her and squeeze her tight, to bury himself in her warm, yielding flesh.
Snapping back to reality, he literally had to stop his hand as it was involuntarily reaching out for the large puddle of his mom’s left boob.
“Ha ha, whatthefuck?” he said wonderingly.
It became too much all of a sudden and his boiling blood cooled like a snuffed candle. Pete stood up and retreated toward the door, preparing to close it behind him. As he reached to close the door, he noticed her jacket on the floor behind the door. In a loving gesture, he bent to pick it up and hang it for her on the hooks on the back of the door. As Pete lifted the crumpled garment, the overwhelming smell of sex slapped him square in the face.
He dropped it in surprise, but instead of falling into a heap of soft fabric, it was clearly stiff and fell awkwardly into an abstract sculpture of crusty cloth. Pete was all too aware of the source of the most prevalent odor, the delicious stench of semen. Beneath the general musky smell was another scent that was similar, yet different, sweet and somewhat sour.
“Oh god,” Pete groaned. It must be *her* smell. The smell of my mom’s pussy.
He gingerly picked the jacket back up, slowly brining it closer to his face as he inhaled deeply. He felt like a bloodhound, smelling with his mouth and nose, trying to discern the overlapping odors. He began to pull the sweatshirt apart, from where it was stuck together. Once he had it hanging in his hands to the point where it once again resembled a jacket, he couldn’t resist clutching it to his face, the dried fluids rough and scratchy against his skin.
He couldn’t imagine what his mother had done for her jacket to end up like this, well he knew at least one way, but couldn’t imagine her doing it!
Shaking his head in amazement, he turned to the door to hang the jacket up, he grinned evilly imagining the panic it’d cause her when she discovered it hanging up the next day. He gave it one last shake before hanging it up, and as he did so a small card flew from the pocket and landed on the floor. Pete finished putting it on the hook and curiously picked up the card.
On one side was a short hand written message: “Call me!” It was signed Tabitha, with a little heart-shaped skull where the dot on the ‘i’ would go and a local phone number following.
Turning the card over, Pete almost fainted as his knees turned to water and his stomach was suddenly weightless. It was a business card from the adult bookstore where he had spent the night sucking, fucking and bathing in cum… as Pete looked from the card to his mother’s sleeping form on the bed, a memory slowly bubbled its way to the surface. The memory of an older woman on the other side of the wall. A woman with chubby little fingers, which he had lapped and sucked semen from, chubby little fingers like the ones he was looking at right now. His mother’s fingers?
He returned to his mother’s side on shaky legs, kneeling beside her and carefully picked up her left hand, turning it over in his own. Pete’s vision dimmed and his cheeks flushed, feeling hot and prickly, he was certain now. When he had regained his senses, he gently let her hand down and stood on wobbly legs. He retrieved the card from where it had fallen from his limp fingers and robotically put it back into the pocket where it came from. In a daze he closed the door softly and padded his way through the dark house, eventually making it back to his own room and bed.
As he sat on the edge of the bed, numerous memories drifted through his mind including the one where he had put his hard penis through the hole in the wall, and the woman on the other side (your MOM you idiot!) had sucked him until he came in her mouth (and she swallowed, holy shit!).
He sat there long into the morning, the memories burning into his brain before he finally succumbed to exhaustion. His last conscious thought was…
Oh fuck. What the fuck am I going to do now?
(to be continued…)
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