Incestual Thoughts

"It's okay son, she'd say that if you were dressed as Kermit."

"Jarid!" she shouted, slapping my arm.

"Hey!" I fired back, rubbing the slap as we made our way down the steps.

The party soon started, and I must say I did enjoy it. Even the stupid, silly games went over well. Sam made sure the music and drinks kept the party interesting while I chatted with various people. It was just about midnight when my wife finally came up to me and asked for a dance. I could tell she was a little tipsy, so I waited for a slow song.

Most of the people still at the party seemed pretty lit also, and I noticed some light petting taking place on the dance floor. Leading my wife to an open spot on the floor, I held her close and we swayed slowly together.

With her arms around my neck, I heard her purr, "Oh, this feels so nice."

"Yes, it does," I said, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Her body rubbed up against me as she whispered, "I don't have any panties on under this." We were just getting into it a nice rhythm of rubbing together when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw my son asking if he could have a dance.

I nodded and stepped aside. He took her in his arms as I went back to the sofa to have another drink. Relaxing, I watched as Kevin and Sam danced close but apart as a mother and son should: their left hands locked together, and her right hand held his arm while his rested on her hip. They danced like that for the rest of the song, but as the next song started, Sam moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder while her arms wrapped about his neck. Their tempo had slowed and was more of a gentle sway as Kevin placed both his arms at her waist and ever so slowly closed the gap between them. I gazed upon their sultry embrace, and I couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in Kevin's pants, feeling a rush of excitement when it brushed up against Sam's leg.

They stopped for a split second, and I figured that she would run away like before, but instead she lifted her head and smirked. Not the loving smile I've seen her give him a thousand times—this was something different. Something more devious in appearance. The sultry swaying began once more, except her legs were bending just enough to brush against his cock every time they swayed by.

Fuck, was I getting hard. Was she aware of what she was doing? I really didn't know. I only knew it was making my excited. I couldn't help but rub my groin when, to my amazement, she took hold of his hips and pulled him closer, grinding her coochey against his protruding bulge. My heart raced when Kevin grasped her ass hard while she hooked her right leg around him, smashing his stiff meat against her mound.

There was no doubt about what was taking place right in the middle of the dance floor, and I just watched as they dry humped each other, grinding and heaving faster by the second. My cock raged in my pants as I saw my wife thrusting her pussy callously against her son, clutching his body as she gyrated in circles, forcing his penis to push into her little dress.

Then it happened: his body shook as he heaved forward, almost lifting her up, and it was obvious he was cumming. Sam just held him tightly to her sex and stayed fixated on his face until he finished. Kevin, unquestionably shaken, broke away first and staggered off, running up the stairs.

I was so stiff when I walked back over to her, I didn't think it was possible to get more excited.

However, I was wrong, for when she looked at me with her lust-filled eyes and drunkenly giggled, "I think I made our little boy cum," I really lost it.

My rational understanding went out the window, and I whispered back, "Did you like it?"

Sam held my arms and nodded, then silently mouthed, "I want you, now."

Holy shits, I was gone. Guests or not, I led her by the arm up to our room. In the heat of the moment I completely forgot to close our door, and as I hiked up her little dress and mounted her from behind, there was no stopping now. In seconds, I was sinking my hard cock deep inside her soaked snatch. My tempo built as her ass pushed back, meeting my every thrust. It was when I grabbed her long black hair, pulling her head back and causing her to whine in a very sexual way, that I made a shocking discovery: our son was peeking from the doorway.

Kevin watched as I pounded his mother, and it awakened my dark side like never before. Leaning over her back, I thrust my cock deeper and croaked loudly, "You're so wet. Did Kevin do that to you?"

Surprisingly, she hissed, "Yesss!!" and I almost came right then.

Keeping what composure I could, I heaved again and said, "You liked getting your son hard, didn't you?"

"Yesss!!" she wailed.

That made me bolder, and after several long, exaggerated pushes I shouted, "You wish this was his cock, don't you?"

"Mmmm nnnnn...nooo... He's my son."

Pushing her head down, I grabbed her hips, shoved myself deep inside, and uttered throatily, "Even so, you still wish it was."

"I can't think that. It's not right."

Building my motion with long, hard jabs, I groaned, "Just picture it. His long, firm cock slipping inside you. Making your pussy sooo wet. You can't deny these urges you're feeling. You need his cock. You want to feel his cock stretching your pussy. Say it, Sam. Tell me I'm right."

Her cunt got super soaked, and she screamed, "OH FUCK! YES!! I wish it was his cock! Fuck, I'm cumming!"

Never had I felt her cum so hard. Her pussy clutched me while her hips gyrated out of control. I came hard a moment later, grinding my teeth while I held her tightly by the waist.

When she collapsed on the bed, I waved my hand at the doorway and saw Kevin's shadow disappearing down the hall.

"That was so dirty, Jarid," Sam lovingly said, panting hard.

I kissed her passionately and whispered, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, honey."

After fixing our clothes we ventured back to the party, acting as if nothing had happened. When the last of the guests left I told her I would lock up. I watched as my wife drunkenly made her way up the stairs when I was confronted by Kevin.

"Dad, is it true?"

I knew exactly what he meant and just nodded.

He looked shocked and excited at the same time, and I said, "She's drunk right now so her thinking isn't clear. She might not remember what she said in the morning."

"And you're okay with her wanting to fuck me?"

I looked up at the stairs to make sure Sam wasn't there and whispered to him, "Take a seat. I have a confession."

Kevin was astonished when I told him about my fantasy and promised him I'd work out a way for it to happen.

I'll never forget the smile that filled his face when I heard him say, "You're the best father in the world."

The next day, Sam mentioned nothing about our wicked fuck, and I let it be for now figuring she just might not recall. I had a massive hangover myself and just watched as Kevin and Sam packed his things to head back to college. My head was pounding but I couldn't help but chuckle as Sam played the loving mother, making sure he didn't forget anything.

"Honey, he's a young man now. I think he can manage."

"I know. It's just hard for me to accept he's all grown up."

Kevin lightly touched her cheek, and I heard him softy say, "I am all grown up, Mom." He lightly pecked her lips, lingering for a moment before following with, "But I'm your young man."

I could see Sam was flabbergasted as she backed away slowly. Quickly, I sat up, holding my head from the piercing pain, and interjected, "I'll help you take that out to the car."

Sam stood kind of dumbfounded as I grabbed Kevin's suitcase, walking out the door with my son in tow.

"Take it easy, sport. You're going to scare her by doing stunts like that."

"Sorry, Dad. I just couldn't help it."

"I know, son. Believe me, I know."

Sam finally came out and lent a hand packing his car, and I said goodbye by the doorway while Kevin took my advice and didn't do anything foolish when she kissed his cheek quickly. Waving goodbye, I watched as he disappeared down the road.

Sam's eyes teared up and I comforted her in my arms, saying, "He'll be back soon."

"I know. I know."

Sam resumed talking to Kevin every day again, and I figured things were back to normal. I, however, kept thinking of ways to get her mind back onto the subject. I even wondered if I should bring it up again when we were making love, but heck, I didn't want to ruin a good screw. Even if it was back to ordinary sex. It seemed that since Kevin was interested in his mom and Sam, when intoxicated, was fascinated by him, I couldn't fantasize about it anymore. Trust me, I tried, but when I did my mind would wander to how to make it happen instead.

It was now Thanksgiving, and Kevin was coming back for the holiday. Only this time, he was bringing a guest, a girl he met. It seemed I didn't need to give him advice after all. Sam of course was running around the house, frantically tidying up and asking me a million questions in the process.

"So what did he tell you about this girl?" she asked, fluffing the sofa pillows.

"You talk to him more than I do. I didn't even know he had a girlfriend."

"I hope he knows she's not sleeping in his room with him," she stated firmly.

"Jesus, Sam, they're adults."

"That might be true, but there still won't be any hanky-panky going on in here."

"Are you listening to yourself? Don't you remember when we were that age?"

"Oh yes I do, and that's exactly why I'm saying this!"

"So let me get this straight: it's because of what we did?"

"No. Not because of how sexually active we were."

"Then what?"

"It...it just isn't going to happen, that's all."

"Sam, please don't tell me you're jealous."

"JEALOUS?!" she yelled, holding her hips.

"Yeah. Jealous of the fact that your son might be having sex with a girl."

"What! I... No, that's not it. It's because...I..."

I interrupted her babbling and said, "Calm down, honey, it's okay. I understand. You're having trouble dealing with that fact that he's a grown man fucking a girl. Nevertheless, it was going to happen someday, so I think you should just accept that fact."

Sam sighed, "Okay, you're right. Maybe I am jealous."

Standing next to her, I held her in my arms and whispered, "It's only natural for you to feel that way."

We kissed passionately as we heard the front door open.

"Boy, you two are always at it," Kevin teased, walking into the house. He introduced his girlfriend Meadow, and we talked for a bit. Sam excused herself to go finish preparing dinner and Meadow asked if she needed a hand. My wife took her up on the offer, leaving me and Kevin a chance to catch up.

I asked him about Meadow and got the entire low down, in more detail than I'm sure he told Sam, and I found out what a little vixen she was. I had a hard time controlling myself as Kevin went on about all the places they'd had sex.

This talk brought me back to when Sam and I were younger, and I couldn't help but tell him about our own sexual encounters—very proudly, I might add.

"Jesus, Dad! Mom was that naughty?"

I just smiled and said, "Hey, we were young and frisky too, you know."

"I guess," was his reply.

"So listen son, is she the one?"

"The one what?"

I went into detail about how I knew his mother was the love of my life and just wanted to know if Meadow made him feel the same way.

"I don't know, Dad. This is all new to me."

Okay, I figured, he's young and isn't sure of himself yet. Maybe he needs more time to search out his true feelings for this girl; I dropped the subject.

Kevin and I watched a couple of ball games while the girls chatted in the kitchen, finishing the Thanksgiving meal.

When it was finally ready, we all sat down and I thanked Sam for preparing such a wonderful feast, making a holiday toast with my wine glass.

Sam sat to my right while Kevin and Meadow sat across from us. In appearance, it looked like Sam accepted my son's choice in a woman, but occasionally I would catch her making some expression or other after Meadow made a comment.

We all sat and chatted after dinner while consuming a couple more glasses of wine. Sam wasn't drunk but was definitely feeling its effects. When she asked Meadow a few embarrassing questions like, "So when did you lose your virginity?" I spoke up and told her it was time for bed.

We all departed to our appropriate rooms, and I was truthfully happy Sam didn't make a stink about them sharing a room together. In fact, I actually couldn't have planned a better scenario.

We were only in bed for about ten minutes when things started to get a bit heated. Apparently, Meadow didn't have a problem expressing herself, and the muffled sounds of their lovemaking could be heard from our room.

"My God, do you hear them?" Sam huffed.

Rolling on my side, I snuggled next to her, pushing my leg between hers, and whispered, "Sounds like they're having fun."

"Yes, maybe. It's just... well...I don't know. It just seems improper for them to be doing that when we're right here."

Rubbing my thigh on her sweet spot, I said, "Just think back to when we were young. Did we care? Listen how passionate they sound."

Sam sighed, "I guess," and took my cock in her hands.

I took that as a sign of acceptance and lightly tickled her clit. Sam's breathing quickened as our stroking increased.

Centering myself on top of my wife, I eased my dick inside, and she moaned. Her legs opened wide as we slowly fucked, listening to Meadow's sounds of pleasure.

Sam was getting into it. Her pussy was sopping wet as Meadow's whines got louder and faster. I then made a shocking discovery: my wife's hips would thrust upward in sync to Meadow's cries of pleasure.

Did she know this? I thought. We then heard Meadow's muffled whimper, "Fuck me harder, Kevin!" and I felt Sam's pussy tighten up as she gasped loudly, "Oh fffuuuck!!"

Building up my tempo, I leaned next to her ear and groaned, "Listen to that, honey. She's fucking your little man. His cock is driving her crazy."

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhh!" she huffed and grabbed my ass as she thrashed around.

"Can you see it?" I dared to say, grabbing her thighs and lunging forward.

"Yess..." she hissed.

"He's going to make her cum. She wants it so badly."

"Oh fuck, Jarid! Ugh! Mmmm... Oh my God!"

"Listen to them. Listen to how he's pounding her."

"Mmmm...ohhh... Ohhh!" she panted

"Cum with her. Let your boy make you cum."

"OH FUCK!! Yes!! I'm cumming!" she screamed, releasing the most intense orgasm I ever felt her have, thrusting, grunting, and clawing at my back. I fucked her through it and exploded, holding my throbbing dick deep inside her as she quivered under me.

With the sweat pouring from us, I rested my head on her, my spent cock inside as I nuzzled her and whispered, "That was great, honey."

"That was so nasty of us," she giggled, rubbing my back.

I fell into a deep sleep just like that.

When morning arrived, Sam had somehow managed to maneuver out from under me as she wasn't in the bedroom. Tossing on a robe I wandered down to the kitchen and found her fixing breakfast with Kevin and Meadow sitting around the table.

"Morning, dear," Sam said with a gleaming look.

I kissed her cheek and replied, "Morning, honey."

"Take a seat, this is almost ready," I heard as I poured a hot cup of coffee and sat next to the kids.

In the processes of enjoying my java, I caught Meadow glancing at me with a strange smirk, followed by Kevin giving her a bump with his shoulder.

"Am I missing something?" I said, causing Meadow to bust out laughing.

"Shh! Meadow!" Kevin shouted, shaking her by the arm.

"Don't mind them, dear. They've been acting like this since they got up."

Sam placed the breakfast on the table: biscuits with gravy and scrambled eggs. I was famished from last night's sexual romp and dug right in. Wow, did it taste good.

I was right in the middle of taking a mouthful of food, and I almost choked when Sam said, "Kind of loud last night, weren't you two?"

I started to cough and then Meadow replied, "We weren't the only ones!"

Clearing my throat, I spoke up, "Okay, okay... Let's just agree we were all kind of preoccupied." They all laughed and thankfully that ended it.

Kevin and Meadow left that evening, and as I sat by my wife, I asked her what she really thought about Meadow.

"I guess she's okay for him."

I was happy she said that and cozied up next to her.

Time seemed to fly by and, before I knew it, Christmas was right around the corner. Our son arrived at home, only this time alone. Meadow had gone to spend time with her own parents over the holiday break. I think that made Sam extremely happy, although she never said it.

Two days before Christmas, Sam and Kevin went to do some shopping, leaving me home by myself. I was happy as spending tireless hours browsing various stores just didn't appeal to me. I had actually fallen asleep on the couch by the time they arrived back home.

"Enjoy your nap?" Sam asked, setting a bunch of bags down.

"I'll get the wrapping paper," I heard Kevin say as I sat up.

"Think I'll go get some eggnog. You want some?" I said.

"Yes please," she replied, spreading the items she bought out over the floor.

Over the next few hours, I watched Sam and Kevin as they sat on the floor wrapping gifts and sipping eggnog. It felt so relaxing listening to the holiday music as they bustled about.

I was just about to doze off when Sam sat up and stretched her back, and I heard my son ask, "You stiff, mom?"

"Oh, yes. Very."

"I can give you a massage."

Sam chuckled kind of sarcastically. "Really?"

"Yeah, just lay right here." He patted in front of him.

With slit eyes, I watched as Sam laid on her tummy and Kevin straddled her, resting on her thighs just beneath her ass.

"Just relax, Mom," he said as he worked his digits into her upper shoulders.

"Oh... That does feel good," she cooed.

"Shh, just close your eyes and relax," Kevin said softly, working his fingers and palms down the center of her back.

Sam's arms were resting at her sides, but as his hands moved outward across her back they almost rubbed the side of her chest. As if in response, her hands lifted until they were even with her head. Her lips parted slightly and her eyes were closed as Kevin slowly rocked his body while rubbing his hands up and down her back.

I heard her whimper very softly when he adjusted his position and I noticed his groin was digging into her ass while his hands ran up her sides, almost grazing the sides of her breasts.

My heart thumped in my chest. His slow seduction appeared to be working. Sam's mouth opened more as her breath quickened and I saw her legs part slightly, allowing his cock to make better contact with her behind, which I swear lifted up just a smidgen.

Kevin leaned forward and moved his fingers further towards her sides, defiantly brushing her breasts. She sighed in response, which seemed to encourage him. Keeping contact with the edge of her bosom, he moved his fingers inward and grasped her breasts while lunging his groin into her ass.

Sam's head shot up and she gasped, which must have surprised Kevin because he quickly removed his hands and sat up.

"Okay, that's enough," Sam said sternly, squirming her body forward.

Kevin got up as Sam did, and she quickly went to me and said, "Honey, I think we should head up."

"Huh? Oh. Okay, dear," I said, acting like I was asleep.

We went to bed and Sam definitely appeared distressed. As we laid next to each other I asked, "You okay?"

"What? Oh. Yes, dear, I'm fine."

Cuddling up next to her, I whispered, "How was your massage?"

"It was fine," Sam quickly replied.