Homestead Incest Chapter 01

I’m not sure what woke me up that evening. Probably the wet dream. All I remembered was the heat swallowing me up from mom’s sleeping body. It wasn’t unusual for her to cuddle me while we slept. It was something she had done for years every time dad was out of town. For years she had lay between my sister and I in her bed and keep us company until we fell asleep. We had a really big bed, Mom believed in the importance of sleeping together to strengthen the familial bond.

We would usually fall asleep leaning against her as she read. She would move us into our sleeping positions and take her own spot in the middle. I could remember waking up many times with her arms and legs wrapped around me. I slept mostly on my back in briefs and nothing else. I would often wake up to the weight of her slim arm and thigh slung across my chest and thighs and her gentle breath in my ear. It wasn’t a sexual thing. I think it happened just because she was lonely and loved the touch of another person’s skin even in her sleep. My father was a good father and husband. But, I would come to realise that he was not the most romantic man.

This time was different. This time I woke up with a hard cock and a stickiness soaking through my underwear. My mom’s thigh rested on my cock.

Even though I didn’t understand, wet dreams were nothing new to me. I had plenty of them in my life. I wasn’t sure what cum was except that it was a sticky substance that came out of the same hole as my pee. Every time I gave in to temptation and I masturbated, I would feel the weight of my sins on me. I wasn’t what you call ‘traditionally educated’, despite being 19 years of age. I had no one to talk to about sex, no books to read that would tell me what it was. I knew that you could get a woman pregnant by putting your penis into their thing. But the only reason I knew this was because I had read the condom box that my father kept in the bathroom. I had actually jerked off reading the box’s directions on how to put a condom on.

My family lived on a farmstead in West Virginia. We were deeply religious and my parents try to shield us from education of the sinners. But as I grew up, my body had urges that demanded my attention. Urges that filled me with pleasure and shame in equal measure.

I only knew six things about sex.

One, the name for the white milky stuff coming out of my pee hole was called “ejaculate”. Thank you condom box.

Two, you had to catch your ejaculate with a condom or else the woman would get pregnant.

Three, ejaculate spurted out of my dick when I was very excited and rubbing it.

Four, ejaculating didn’t appear to be the result of some medical deformity or disease (which is what I thought the first time it spurted onto my belly and chest).

Five, since God hadn’t struck me down and sent me to hell, spilling my seed onto the earth must’ve been a lesser sin. And six…? What was six?

Oh yeah, never have sex with a family member!

I’ve heard the story of Lot sleeping with his daughters and God’s subsequent curse.

I knew that two first cousins on my mom’s side of the family had married and God had cursed them with a ‘retarded’ child.

Since I was pretty sure that ejaculating onto my mom’s thigh was considered sex, we were both obviously going die within the next few minutes and burn forever in Hell.

No big deal when you think about it.

I knew that I had to clean myself up. Even if we didn’t die that night, mom was going to wake up, feel the wet stuff on her thigh and in my briefs, put two and two together and then personally kill me for sinning.

Fortunately, mom was still asleep. I figured all I had to do was lift her off me and slide out from under her without waking up a woman known for being a light sleeper. Piece of cake.

As carefully and slowly as I could, I began to extract myself from her embrace. It felt like forever because every time I would move a few inches, she would stir. Finally, I got out of the bed.

I crept into her bathroom and wiped the cum off of me and, as best I could, out of my shorts. I thought about going to my bedroom for a change of underwear. But mom was a light sleeper and she kept a .38 by the bed. Creeping around seemed like a good way to get shot. I couldn’t risk it. And there was no way I was getting back into bed naked. I had to keep them on and hope she didn’t notice the mess.

I eased myself back into bed. I kept to the edge, as far from her body as I could get. I didn’t want her to touch me, even in her sleep. If she draped her body back over mine, she would feel the remaining wet gunk in my briefs. Besides, I was still hard.

If she touched it with her leg, I was sure that she would feel my erection. I knew the effect her leg had on my body. I really didn’t want to cum in my underwear again. So, edge of the bed it was for me. I kept my back turned to mom for good measure.

The plan worked… for about a minute.

Mom stirred and I felt her hand on my shoulder.

“Baby, why are you so far away? Come back over here so mommy can feel you,” she said in her sleepy, southern drawl.

The last thing I wanted was for her to feel me. But I felt the soft tug of her hand and the obedient son that I was, I complied.

I kept my back to her and shuffled against her warm, soft body. She was still on her side.

She pulled me closer, hooked her top leg in between my legs and nested her arm under my arm. Her hand ran softly down my chest.

“Baby, are you okay? Your heart is beating woodpecker,” she whispered.

“I’m fine, mom,” I said. “Just had a bad dream.”

“What about?” she asked, her voice shaking off her sleepiness.

“I don’t remember, Mamma. Just a weird dream.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” she replied. I felt her hand slide down my chest, past my abdomen and come to rest on my cock.

“You’re going to have more of those dreams”, she continued reassuringly. “But you can always talk to me about them. The are just dreams. You don’t have to be scared to tell me about them.”

I lay there frozen. Finally, I heard her breathing change, letting me know that she had fallen back to sleep.

I led there enjoying the pressure of her hand on my cock. I assumed it was the unintentional act of a sleepy woman.

I hoped that I was wrong.

God, I hoped I was wrong.

Her sweet hand drifted listlessly up and down, her grip neither hard nor too soft. The nerves in my shaft were on fire, every time she moved, it sent bolts of pleasure through me. I usually jerked myself off furiously. This was completely different. It was gentle and delicate and infuriating. I was overwhelmed with the urge to wrap her hand around my cock harder; get her to jerk it.

My cock pulsed and I came again. My hips arched and my cock spasmed in my moms grip. I bit down on my lip, terrified of letting a moan out and expose my shame to mom. My cock bucked and cum spurted out pathetically into my once-soiled briefs.

And then it ended.

Neither of us had moved.

I held my breath, dangerously alert, waiting for mom to stir and realise what just happened.

Minutes passed and mom’s hand relaxed her grip around my crotch area.

Slowly, the waves of fatigue claimed me, I fell into a deep sleep and for the first time in my life, I was conscious of my mom’s breasts pressed hard against my back.

The next morning, Mom didn’t mention about what happened the night before. I was relieved that I seemed to have dodged the bullet.

That day, my confidence restored, I looked for the opportunity for some privacy. When I did find it in the upstairs bathroom and everyone was out, I jerked off furiously, replaying the events of the night before. In some perverse version in my fantasy, mom was awake and she wanted to see my cock throb and pulsate and cum everywhere. I shot a thick load into the bathtub and when I came to my senses, I cleaned up the mess and spent the rest of the day feeling more sinful than I ever been before; surely God has no forgiveness for a man who covets his own mother.

That night, we had gone to bed the same way as we always did when dad was out of town: my mom in the middle of the bed with my sister on one side and me other, both pressed against her, listening as she read us a teaching from the Bible.

I wasn’t paying attention to the story though. All I could think about was the sight and smell of my mom.

She was her usual self wearing her usual attire. She hadn’t loaded up on perfume or worn skimpy lingerie to entice me. She wore the same light blue nightgown that she usually wore to bed. But my senses were overloaded.

Her lotion smelled like roses. The same modest nightgown now hugged her sexy shoulders and thighs. Her huge breasts now seemed to push out from her nightgown, looking obscenely lewd and erotic.

Under the blanket, my cock strained painfully against my briefs. Usually I pressed up against my mom as she read. Tonight I made a herculean effort to press my groin hard against the outside of her thigh. It must’ve been obvious what I was doing, but I was out of my mind.

My sister fell asleep right away, she never had much interest in Bible stories. Mom kept reading and waiting for me to go to sleep.

But I was far from sleepy.

There was no way for me to relax.

After what seemed like forever, she put the book down. I looked up at her cautiously.

“What’s wrong baby?” she asked.

“Nothing Mamma.”

“Then why aren’t you sleeping? Why are you blushing?” She touched my forehead. “Do you have a fever?”

That summer I had helped out on a family friend’s farm. It was dad’s idea to ‘toughen me up’. I lasted all of one day. Twelve hours of loading watermelons and my farming career was over. I was burned to a crisp. My skin was so badly sunburned that I barely moved for a week. All I could do was lay in bed while my mom rubbed aloe on my irritated skin.

The heat from that sunburn paled in comparison to what I felt as mom questioned me; my skin felt like a steak searing on a skillet. As she looked down at me I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter with lust and shame.

Careful not to wake my sleeping sister who was still pressed against her, she reached across with her hand and drew the covers down, exposing my lower body.

I lay motionless not knowing what to do. I just stared at the sight of my briefs straining to hold my engorged cock in.

Mom reached over and gently placed her hand on my groin. A moan escaped my lips at the light pressure. It felt so good to be touched.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart,” she said as she began to gently tighten and release her grip on my cock in a slow rhythm. “It’s natural,” she continued. “You are a man, and these feelings are normal and healthy.”

I turned my face back up to meet her gaze. My cock throbbed and ached. I was going to explode. Mom must’ve sensed it because she abruptly stopped squeezing.

“I know what you want,” she said. “You know what is going to happen if I keep rubbing. I’ve seen you in your bed at night touching yourself. I’ve seen your underwear. And I felt you cum last night when I held you in my hand.”

I gasped. I had never heard the word “cum” before. My mom could see the question in my eyes.

“Cum is the white stuff that comes from your little willy after you rub it.”

Her eyes drifted down to her hand still resting on my cock.

“But it’s not so little anymore, is it?” she asked, looking back at me with a naughty glint in her eyes.

She removed her hand. My heart felt heavy, worried that we were done, that I was going to have to wait and relieve myself afterwards.

Then I felt her fingers gently slip under the elastic of my briefs. I held my breath as her finger tips touched my cock before gently coiling around it like a snake.

“Mamma’s going to make you cum, baby. But you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

I nodded. I would have agreed to anything.

“Not your friends. Not your sister. And certainly not your father. There is nothing wrong with me touching you. But a lot of people don’t see it that way and that could get us in trouble. We don’t want that do we?”

I shook my head.

“Good,” she said, satisfied with my promise.

“When I start rubbing you, you’re gonna want to cum but I want you hold back for as long as you can.”

Her hand pumped my cock, now slick with precum.

I held back for as long as I could… three whole strokes… and then I groaned. Mamma’s touch felt like silk and velvet around my cock. My body convulsed as I clamped a hand over my mouth, in case I woke up my sister. Mom continued to jerk me, but pressed the head down which sent the stream of cum shooting all over my stomach instead of my underwear. My cum was boiling hot on my skin. I looked up at mom as I shot load after load of thick cum onto my hairless stomach. She smiled at me with a sweet, proud and slightly devilish look on her face.

“What’s wrong Mamma?” I heard my sister ask.

In all the excitement I had forgotten about her. My moans must’ve woke her.

Mom turned further towards me; using her body to block my sister from seeing. Her eyes never left mine. Her hand never stopped stroking. My body never stopped quivering, sensitive from the post orgasm bliss.

“Your brother just had a dream. Go back to sleep.”

The bed stirred as my sister turned and fell back into a slumber.

“I’m very proud of you,” my mom whispered as she bent down and kissed me lightly on the lips. “You lasted much longer than I thought you would. You will last longer the more we do this.”

“We’re going to keep doing this?” I gulped.

“Of course, baby. If you want to.”

I nodded my head quickly, fearful that she might change her mind.

“I want to, Mamma,”

“Good.”

And with that, she took her hand from my cock and licked off the small amount of cum that was starting to congeal on her fingers and thumb. She then reached over, took tissue off of the nightstand and slowly began to clean my belly. I laid there, not moving a muscle, just staring at my sexy mother.

“All done,” she said. “I don’t want you wearing any underwear to bed when you’re sleeping with me anymore. They will just get in the way and there really isn’t any point in being modest around me anymore, is there? So, go ahead and take them off and let’s go to sleep. Mamma is tired, and I bet you are, too.”

I did as was told and slid my briefs off and dropped them on the floor. I laid back down on my back, watching mom. She leaned over, checked my sister and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

I watched as she pulled her nightgown over her head. I saw her nipples for the first time. They were like hard, brown gumdrops. I swallowed down a gulp.

I couldn’t see her vagina, but I could tell she wasn’t wearing panties. She tossed the gown onto the floor and then was on her side facing me.

“Why don’t you roll over on your side baby so that I can cuddle with you while you fall asleep.”

I began to roll over into my usual cuddling position facing away from her when she stopped me.

“Not that way baby. From now on, I want you to face me.”

I turned towards her. I felt her right arm slide over me, her left arm slide under me, and her leg hooked over my ass. She pulled me in close. My head was in her chest and my leg was positioned against her groin. I felt it’s heat and moisture on my thigh. She was wrapped around me like a cocoon. Her naked skin felt amazing on mine. I was conscious of her scent, sweet and intoxicating.

I was mesmerised, even in the dark of the night, I couldn’t stop looking at the gentle rise and fall of her breasts.

“Put your mouth on mommy’s nipple and suckle until you fall asleep, baby.”

I did as I was told and felt her tit in my mouth and her juicy nipple on my tongue. We embraced each other. I felt safe, secure and loved.

And horny as hell.

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