Episode 2: A new home [mF] [Incest] [taboo]

**Note: I would suggest that you read Episode 1 prior to this. Please see the comments for the link
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It has been two weeks since that evening where Stacey broke my heart. Things between Stacey and I were never the same after that. We pass each other at varsity and always happen to be looking the opposite way. Avoiding eye contact or any forms of conversation. I am not sure if she was expecting me to chase after her but I was having none of that. That was a mix of Mom’s advice and my own common sense.

Things with Mom though have been ‘interesting’. Largely we are continuing as if that evening never happened. Between her rushing off to work and me rushing off to varsity we are rarely in the same space. This is not a new development by any means so it was a case of business as usual in our house.

What was a little different though was that I noticed things about Mom that I never noticed before. I’m sure that it was always there but I just never tuned in. Things like how Mom got onto her tip toes when she reached for the dinner plates and how this made her legs and butt look so much tighter. When she wore her pajama pants, around the house, the etching of her lace panties was clearly visible through the light pink fabric. And on the days where she wasn’t wearing panties to breakfast the beginnings of a camel toe were just about visible. I also became aware that she had a light coin shaped birthmark on her left breast in a position that the cup of her tank top made it barely visible. And how often in the mornings her nipples poked at her tank top making their shape visible.

Noticing all these things meant that my libido spiked. I went from masturbating three times a week to often three times a day. I would spot mom in the evenings wondering around in a towel like she has done forever but it now triggered a need for me to excuse myself to my bedroom and masturbate. I try not to think about Mom while I play with myself but the thought of her full breasts and how her small hand found my cock, that night, is enough to flood my thoughts and drown out any pornhub video I may have open.

Today however is Saturday and long before ‘that night’ Mom and I agreed that this Saturday was perfect for a beach day. Mom had off from work and it was just before exams got serious. We always loved going to the beach. It was the default activity for Mom and I to get away and bond. It had probably been a year since we got the opportunity so it was definitely something we were looking forward to.

I knew mom would be wearing a bikini at the beach so just as a precaution I set my alarm real early and made sure to masturbate to relieve any possible embarrassing moments later in the day.

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Cooper and I have been excited about this beach trip for a while. So it was no surprise to hear his alarm going off early. Honestly I was thinking of postponing the trip after what happened but I guess hearing the alarm clock early on a Saturday was a good sign that we should enjoy our day.

I still feel so embarrassed about that night and I’m so grateful that both Cooper and I have busy. I am trying my best to act as though nothing has happened like everything is normal but there has definitely been a subtle shift in the dynamic between us. Things that I did regularly before now feel so taboo and dirty and I constantly feel like Cooper’s eyes are on me. Looking at me in ways that he shouldn’t be. I know we need to talk about it but the thought alone makes me feel so anxious and I end up avoiding the topic.

I lay in bed allowing my thoughts to run rampant in my head. Even the bikini that I wore so happily last year feels a whole lot more revealing. But I am determined to not let that night get the best of me nor to let it pull our family, of two apart.

When my alarm chimed a good hour after I heard the beeping from Cooper’s room I channeled the courage to get up. I stood in front of my mirror and undressed. It had been a really long time since I was aware of someone looking at me in a sexual way. I took a moment to look at my naked body, to breathe and compose myself. The awkward tan lines left by my tank tops. The curve of my waist and my wide hips, I again flushed red remembering how Cooper had looked at me. This thought was enough to hurry me along and get some clothes on.

I slid the bikini bottom up slowly along my smooth legs. The stark white fabric is a contrast to my tan skin. It felt good and different. I had taken the time last night to make sure I shaved better than usual. Shaving of legs and my intimate areas was not something I usually prioritised as no one sees anything under your heavy work jeans.

The bikini top cupped my breasts but really did feel a bit smaller than I remembered. Maybe a C cup is needed next time I noted to myself. I tied the strings behind my neck. The cup covered my nipples and not a lot more of my breasts. I never needed much lift. Thankfully Cooper didn’t take too much of the perkiness in his breast feeding days. I stood looking at myself in my bikini for a moment, scraping up the self confidence I needed for the day. When I felt good enough I pulled on my oversized beach shirt, with its white and blue stripes, and casually buttoned some it so that my upper thighs and breasts were concealed.

I grabbed a quick bite to eat and completed my morning routine while Cooper loaded up the car. Before long we were set for our 30 minute drive to the beach.

I was driving along the highway, listening to one of Cooper’s playlists, when I glanced over at him. He had his head pressed against his headrest stretching his neck and looking at him. I looked down and realised that the seatbelt had pulled my shirt aside exposing more of my breasts than I intended. Cooper’s eyes immediately shot out the window but it was undoubted what he was looking at.

“Cooper, we need to talk about this ‘thing’ between us.” The words came out my mouth in a forced patient tone as I turned the music’s volume down.

“I’m sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to look.” He apologised embarrassed that I had spotted him.

“What happened that evening was wrong. We shouldn’t have let things go that far. It was my fault too but we can’t let it happen again.” This was the first time we had spoken about that night at all.

“I know Mom and I’m sorry. I won’t look at you like that again.” I was struggling to interpret his tone. Whether it was embarrassed or disappointed or just being sorry that he got caught.

“Thank you Cooper, let’s have a good day.” I waited a moment to hear if Cooper had anything to say, but he just sat looking out the side window. When he didn’t say anything I turned up the music and that’s how we remained for the rest of the drive. Neither of us speaking a word and Cooper staring out his window. I had hoped that when we spoke about that night it would relieve some tension but it seemed now that this exchange just made things even more awkward.

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The beach was getting busy as afternoon approached, it seemed that plenty of others had the same idea as Mom and I. Mom went ahead to find a good spot on the beach and I started unloading the car, putting together the picnic basket and umbrella in an attempt to only make one trip. I could spot Mom waving her hands frantically in the air like a big dork undoubtedly signalling that she had found a spot. It was a sunny spot close to some guys playing frisbee and far from the sheltered rocks near the lifeguard station. Mom’s trips to the beach were always used as an opportunity to get her skin tanned a richer shade of brown, so she undoubtedly found a spot with the maximum amount of sunshine.

As I approached carrying what felt like the entire car I noticed that the guys playing frisbee were two seniors from varsity. Everyone knew the jocks of the varsity sports teams so I recognised them almost immediately. I placed the picnic basket down and started putting up the umbrella when I heard the varsity seniors talking in our direction.

“Wow look at this babe.” The taller of the seniors was talking to the other intentionally loudly. Mom had started unbuttoning her beach shirt which had caught the seniors attention. I could tell from the crimson red of her ears that she was embarrassed and not enjoying the situation. I turned toward the seniors without thinking the blood rushing to my head face and my hands forming tight fists.

“What the FUCK are you wankers looking at!” The words roared out my mouth as the adrenaline pushed me forward to confront them. The taller of the two raised his palm to his mouth mocking me and giggling loudly encouraging the confrontation. With only a few feet between me and antogonist I felt Mom stepping between us and pressing her body against me. Her firm breasts squeezed against my tensed body and her arms wrapped around me. Her feet digging in the sand pushing me backwards.

“It’s okay baby we can find another spot.” The sound of Mom’s voice was enough for me to start thinking rationally again. The seniors were not any bigger than me, but being two of them I was bound to get a good beating. I looked down at mom and saw her clear brown eyes looking up at me, her arms around me gripping tightly. I stopped pressing forward and felt Mom loosen her grip. Bringing her hand up and placing it on my heaving chest.

“That’s a good boy! Listen to your girlfriend!” The taunts came as we packed up our beach gear. I tried my best to block it out as we headed to a concealed spot between the boulders. Mom and I walked side by side sharing the load.
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We sat on the picnic blanket quietly for a moment digesting what had happened five minutes ago. I could hear that Cooper’s breathing was still heavy on account of the inrush of adrenaline. I am no fan of violence but I had to admit to myself that it was nice to have someone that stood up for me and was willing to fight for my honour. I had never experienced a moment like that before, but by my own son was what made this strange.

Cooper sat quietly, his legs bent towards his chest, his head hung looking downward. The marks of heavy introspection etched deeply on his face. I wasn’t going to let two silly varsity boys spoil the day that we had been looking forward to for so long. I took a good look around scanning our new location, definitely not my first pick in terms of a sunny beach spot. But the heavy boulders concealed us from the rest of the beach with the blue waters visible through the front parting of the rocks, the rest of our picnic apparel still lay in a dumped heap next to our picnic blanket in a heap.

I unbuttoned my beach shirt and let it fall around me where I sat. Tanning on the beach was the best part of a good beach day for me. This time thankfully there was no one around to see my skin covered by the little pieces of white fabric that was my bikini. I sat there enjoying the sun licking at my skin. I could almost feel it browning even in those short moments. Cooper still didn’t move I am not sure if our discussion in the car had made him unsure on how to approach this moment of me being exposed to the sun.

As if Cooper’s rash moment of jumping to my defence invoked a rash moment of my own I got to my knees and shimmied over to Cooper. I positioned myself between his raised knees and he lifted his face to meet my gaze. I gave him a loving smile and then without warning shifted the cups of my bikini to expose my bare breasts to him. His expression shifted from tension to confusion as he looked at them. Before either of us could over think the situation I pulled Cooper’s face in and his mouth opened to take in my brown nipple.

His mouth was unsure and untrained but I could feel him suck hard at my darkened nipples sending goose flesh across my skin. His hands made their way up my back, and my tied strap, and his large palms pressed me closer to him, partially smothering him. I pushed his left knee down ward so that I could straddle his thigh. My clit seemed to be pounding trying to get out of my bikini bottom. I pressed my pelvis against Cooper’s muscular leg and started moving back and forth. Pressing myself as hard as I can. I could feel my bikini sliding lower and lower further away from my belly button as I continued to slide myself back and forth against his thigh sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my body. I held onto the back of Cooper’s head tightly, pressing into my breasts. I didn’t want him to look up and see how much I was enjoying myself, I still felt guilty about this situation.

Just as I found a good spot where Cooper’s skinning was sliding against my throbbing clitoris. I heard a rustling from behind the boulders. Another family exploring the beach looking for a spot to set up camp. In a flash I hopped to my feet and straightened the cups of my top and pulled at the bikini bottom that was now half eaten by my partially exposed labia. I noticed Cooper trying to straighten his pants too and hurriedly using the towel to wipe any evidence from his lap.

As the family took the corner we burst into a nonchalant conversation on how it was now getting too hot and she should head home. As casually as we could muster we gathered up our belongings and trudged back to the car. Definitely an eventual hour at the beach.
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Mom seemed to be driving more aggressively than usual on the way home. She even caught me looking at her breasts once or twice and just smiled instead of telling me off like earlier. It almost seemed like she was adjusting them so that I could have a better view or that may have just been my imagination. Mom had turned the music up a lot louder than usual too, I guess because she really didn’t want to talk.

Before long we got home and in the drive way stood an old yellow car. Neither of us knew who it may be but as we came closer it was clear that it was Stacey. She was standing next to the car typing on her phone. I dug my phone out of my bag and saw a bunch of notifications and missed calls. I opened the first few messages. “I miss you”, “we really need to talk”, “I am coming over”….

“Did you know Stacey was coming over?” Mom asked a hint of disappointment and confusion in her voice.

“No, I had no idea we havent spoken since my birthday.” I really hadn’t expected to see Stacey again and especially now. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be silly, you two are great together.” Mom faked a smile as she looked up at me.

As I stepped out of the car Stacey ran and threw her arms around my neck pressing herself against me. I had no idea how to respond so I reluctantly put my arms around her and squeezed her against me. Her long blond hair fell down her back and her deep blue eyes glistened as she looked into mine.

“Can we head up to your room please we need to talk?” Her voice was sweet and delicate. I glanced over to mom and she waved her hands shooing us towards the house.

“We can unpack the car later, and I will bring lunch up in a moment.” Mom smiled and again signalled that we head up to the house. She reached into the back of the car and pulled out the bag filled with the lunch that we had planned to eat on the beach.

Stacey wasn’t planning on sticking around at the car any longer, she held my hand and pulled me towards the house. She pulled me through the front door and up the staircase. As soon as we passed through my doorway, she pushed the door shut and her soft lips sped towards mine. Her lips tasted of cherry lip gloss. My head was still reeling as to what was happening, after two weeks of not talking to me and now this.

Her hand slid into the front of my beach shorts and was now firmly gripping my hardening penis. Her hand slid clumsly up and down I could feel her other hand lifting her skirt and pressing her pelvis towards mine. The head of my penis was pressed against her wet pussy and I could feel a relentless urge to push into her. Was this going to be my first time? I pulled my lips free from her, “MOM!”

“Mom? What the fuck Cooper?” Stacey repeated my exclamation as she pulled back. The door swung open as Stacey realised that my exclamation was a warning. Stacey straightened her short skirt in a feeble attempt to hide what was transpiring. She smiled sweetly at Mom through her smudged cherry lip gloss. “Thank you Mrs. H.”

Mom returned the smile to Stacey and handed her the two plates of sandwiches and salad. “I am so glad that you two are getting along again.” Mom’s smile spread right across her face and caused her eyes to close. Mom was still wearing her beach shirt over her bikini, it was almost as if she was in a hurry to get lunch up to us. “Cooper could you please give me a hand in the kitchen, downstairs, for just a minute.” Gently Mom placed her hand on Stacey’s shoulder, Mom’s tanned golden skin a subtle contrast from Stacey’s pale flawless skin. “I will only need him for a moment dear.”

I had no idea what was so urgent. But I followed Mom down to the kitchen. We entered the kitchen and Mom hopped up onto the counter top. Facing me she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me against her this time she looked me straight in the eye. She shifted her seating position and I looked down to see her pushing her white bikini to the side exposing her thick butterfly lips. Her hand slid to my erect horn and gripped it firmly pulling me towards her. She guided the head of my cock against her and pressed it against her warm fleshy opening.

“Mom?” I was still trying to make sense of what was happening.

Mom looked down and in a commanding tone that I hadn’t heard from her before pointed to where my head was waiting to enter into her. ” This is my cock and it’s home is in me.”

With her legs wrapped around my waist, I felt her feet pushing me from the back as my cock slid into its newly established home. It was wet, warm and welcoming. My virginity was now lost to my mother. Mom had a grip on the front of my shirt and stared at me as my erect cock started to find a good rhythm going in and out of her, her legs helped to keep the rhythm constant. Mom was now moaning loudly in our kitchen. “Fuck, Cooper you are such a good boy.” She started undoing her shirt, I am sure she realised by now how much I enjoyed her breasts, but before she could get the second button I pulled the shirt open sending the buttons scattering around the kitchen. The view of her breasts bouncing to my thrusts was hypnotic.

I could feel Mom’s inner walls tensing and relaxing around my shaft. Standing in the middle of our kitchen pressing as hard as I could into Mom. I softly kissed Mom’s lips and they still tasted of the salty beach. She returned the kiss slowly pressing her tongue into my mouth. My hands were firmly gripping Mom’s waist sliding her back and forth across the counter top so that I could press hard and deep inside of her. Mom fit me like a glove. Her warm flesh wrapped effortlessly around my cock and seemed to have a mind of its own knowing how where to press along my shaft to send jerks up through my body.

“What the fuck!” Stacey had come down to see what was keeping me and now had a clear view of what was taking place. We both heard Stacey but I didn’t skip a beat. Every thrust into Mom was determined and focussed.

“Please don’t stop.” Mom pleaded in a whisper as we heard the door slam closed behind Stacey. I could barely hear the screech of tires down the road over as Mom’s moans of ecstasy intensified. I could feel a pressure building inside of Mom pressing on my head pushing it outward. Mom’s moans had shifted to more of a raw grunt. As I pulled my cock outward to get ready for another thrust I felt the pressure forcing my cock completely out of Mom. In that second Mom squirted all over me. It seemed like an endless gush of clear liquid out or Moms gaping lips. Mom’s eyes were closed in a sense of relief. Mom’s legs once again pressed me into her and I slid my erection back into it’s new home. After three more forceful thrusts Mom’s murmured moans again elevated and there was a second and third squirt through her butterfly lips. I was now standing in a puddle that originated from our sex.

Seeing all of this was too much excitement for me to contain. As I pressed into mom this time it was me that started moaning loudly. I felt the underside of the base of my cock tense up and I started to fill Mom with my cum. Each push seemed to unlock more and more cum as our moans synchronised. I gave one final push and stood there infront of Mom. Both of us were exhausted. My cock still deep inside the home that Mom had made for it. I stood there just holding Mom both of us trying to get our breath back.

After a moment Mom pulled back from the embrace and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and under her breath whispered. “You go take a shower Son and I will clean up here.”

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