“I think you will enjoy this trip, Peter, but we will have to be careful,” Carol told her son while pulling up her panties.
Carol and Peter were in a motel and had just showered together. Their incestual relationship began six months ago on Peter’s eighteenth birthday when Carol gave herself to her son as a special birthday present. It was only supposed to be a one-time event, but Carol enjoyed Peter’s dick so much that she asked him to fuck her again two days later.
Peter was in much the same mindset. He wasn’t a virgin, but he had never experienced sex the way his mother performed it. He suffered the two days, craving his mother’s body constantly. For Peter, it was the second-best thing of his life when Carol asked him to fuck her again. The first, of course, was on his birthday.
They fucked a second time and then again and again, and now neither can leave the other alone.
A one-hour drive to Carol’s mother’s, Donna, took three because of sex stops.
Donna was upset at the late arrival, but all was forgiven when her daughter and grandson drove up her drive. There were kisses and hugs, and Donna noticed a decent bulge in her grandson’s shorts.
Donna and Carol went inside while Peter was left to bring the bags in.
When the bags were inside, Donna told Peter to leave them for the moment. “Sit with us and have a beer. Your mother said it is okay.” Donna tapped the seat next to her on the sofa, indicating she wanted Peter to sit with her.
When Peter walked over, Carol saw Peter’s obvious hard-on. She looked at her mother, and Carol knew why her mother was smiling.
While they chatted, Carol began to get pangs of jealousy. Her mother kept snuggling up to Peter and deliberately pushing her breast into his arm.
“Take the bags upstairs, Peter,” Carol snapped when Donna’s hand rested on Peter’s thigh.
Dona offered to show Peter which bedrooms to put the bags in, but Carol said she would in a not-so-nice tone.
“What do you think you are doing? You can’t walk around in front of your Gran like this,” Carol chastized Peter, and she slapped his crotch to show what she meant. “Jerk yourself off or something, but get rid of it before you come downstairs.”
“I don’t think Gran is wearing a bra. She kept rubbing her tit on my arm, and it didn’t feel like she had one on,” Peter told Carol as a reason for his predicament.
Carol didn’t care. She told Peter to get rid of it and control himself. Peter did the only thing he could. He jacked himself off and then changed his shorts for a baggier pair of pants, hoping they would hide any future embarrassment.
Things went well the rest of the afternoon. Peter kept control, even though Donna was still touchy, but he did decide Donna wasn’t wearing a bra. She has small breasts, but he figured she was brave not to wear one.
After dinner, they settled down, had a couple of drinks, and watched TV.
It had been quiet for a while, and then Donna dropped a bombshell of a question that neither Carol nor Peter could believe. “How long have you two been having sex?”
There were no denials, just shock.
“Come on, it is obvious you are getting it on together, besides I could smell sex on you both when you arrived.” There was more silence, and then Donna asked Peter to get her another drink, and she had a story to tell.
Donna took a drink and sat back. “When your Uncle Eddy was about your age Peter, I caught him with his dick in his hand. He had just broken up with his girlfriend and was very upset. I consoled him the best I could and took over stroking his cock. When he came, I cleaned him, gave his purple bell a peck, and thought that was it.”
“I gave myself to Peter for his birthday,” Carol confessed, for no particular reason, that Peter could see.
“I tried, but the urge was overwhelming. I had to have Eddy’s cock inside me. One night Eddy and I were alone, and Martin (Donna’s deceased husband) was in bed when it happened. It took just a glance, and we were naked on the living room floor, fucking each other’s brains out.”
“Gran?” Peter exclaimed in utter shock.
“Sorry, Peter, it is just the way it was. We carried on having sex until Eddy got married. Sorry, we did it a couple of times after. I hope it is the same for you, Carol. I thought Eddy had the most perfect cock, and no matter where he put in me, it was the purest, most incredible sensual feeling.”
“Wow, Mom, I had no idea, but I know what you mean. It’s exactly the same for me.” Carol agreed.
“God, I wish I could get that feeling back. Nobody wants to fuck an old woman like me,” Donna sighed.
“You mean you haven’t since Dad passed away?” Carol asked half-heartedly. Peter thought Carol didn’t want to know.
Donna smiled, “What I meant was with a young, thick, energetic dick pounding my cunt.”
That was a sentence Peter had never imagined hearing from his grandmother.
When Donna said it was her bedtime, Peter was relieved. He had a solid hard-on from listening to all the sex talk, and he hoped he and his mother would get together.
“Maybe on the living room floor,” Pater joked to himself.
They didn’t. They went to their separate rooms with an understanding. Peter gave what he considered a reasonable time and snook into his mother’s bedroom. He jumped straight into bed with Carol, and his hand went straight down onto her pussy. Carol was wet but didn’t seem enthusiastic.
“What’s wrong, Mom?”
“It just doesn’t seem right, that’s all.”
Peter thought Carol was joking and climbed on top of her. He guided his dick into Carol’s pussy, but for the first time, there was little response from Carol.
“I know you want it, Mom, so why not? Gran knows we do it.”
“Of course I do, but you heard your Gran.”
Peter said he didn’t understand, and Carol told him, “Yours is the young thick cock she was talking about.”
Peter tried to tell Carol she was wrong, but deep down, he knew she was right, and the idea didn’t repulse him. Donna changed from being his grandmother to an attractive, sexy, mature lady that wanted a young cock.
“Okay, if that is what you want, Mom,” trying to hide his enthusiasm.
Carol said it was and told Peter to strip naked, “When you go into Mom’s bedroom, I don’t want her having any doubts about why you are there.”
Before Peter left the room, Carol couldn’t resist having a mouthful of cock. Peter pulled out because he could tell Carol was enjoying it too much. He was, too, but he didn’t want it to go the whole way and spoil it with Donna.
Peter stood in front of Donna’s bedroom door, deciding if he should knock and be asked in or barge in. He plumped for the direct approach and strode in and up to the side of Donna’s bed.
There was silence. Long enough for Peter to think he and his mother were wrong, but then Doona pulled the sheets back. Peter’s eyes popped because Donna was naked. Donna slid back a little to make room for Peter, and he jumped in.
They french kissed, and then Donna said, “I don’t want to tell you what to do, but can we forgo the foreplay? I will suck you after, but I want my cunt filled with cock right now. I didn’t need it, but I lubed myself anyway. You should slip right in there.” Peter tried to kiss Donna again, but she pulled away. “Would you like to start by fucking me, or shall I fuck you?” Donna asked.
Peter had had enough. He rolled Donna onto her back and climbed on top of her, “Shut up and spread them,” he told Donna positively.
Donna was impressed with Peter’s forcefulness and moaned loudly with delight as Peter’s cock entered her. Peter wasn’t as thrilled because he hardly felt any resistance. He hoped it was the lube and not an old loose pussy.
Nevertheless, it was a more than enjoyable fuck for them both. Peter loved that Donna let him dictate the positions and be the dominant partner. He made a mental note he should be bolder with his mother.
The highlight for Peter was when he had Donna in the doggy position. He was watching his dick disappear into Donna’s pussy and reappear. Then for some reason, his eyes focused on her bum hole.
Peter had been in his mother’s ass once. That time Carol asked him to be careful and gentle with how Peter entered her. Not this time. Peter pulled out of Donna’s pussy and pushed his cock deep into her ass without warning Donna.
Donna tried to say something, but Peter was in a mood and told Donna to, ‘shut the fuck up.’ Donna surprised Peter by apologizing, and she changed once Peter began fucking her ass. She encouraged him, and Peter fucked her harder there than when he was in her cunt.
Then it happened. Peter pushed deeper into Donna’s ass than he had been, let out an almighty groan, and emptied his balls into Donna. She screamed as she felt Peter’s dick throb and the warmth of his cum shooting into her.
Both were out of it for a while, enjoying the feeling. Peter pulled out slowly, and when the tip of his cock left Donna, so did some of his cum. Peter watched as the thin creamy line crept down from Donna’s asshole and along the channel between Donna’s pussy lips.
The sight was spoiled when Donna reached behind and felt around her asshole and pussy.
Donna looked back at Peter. She smiled embarrassingly and said, “I had better clean that.”
“No, you won’t,” Peter snapped. “Leave it and suck my dick clean.”
“But you have just had it in…”
Peter didn’t let his Gran finish, and he grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her head onto his cock.
“Suck it, you fucking old whore,” Peter commanded in his dominant voice.
Donna smiled to herself and voluntarily submitted to Peter’s power and swallowed his dick. In only a few seconds, Peter was back to total hardness.
“Please, Peter, do what you will with me, but not in my ass again. It is too soon,” Donna begged.
Peter understood but showed no mercy on Donna’s mouth or pussy. He fucked Donna hard, and not just that once. Donna enjoyed Peter’s cock once more during the night and then his morning wood.
When they were showering together, Donna had to ask, “Who taught you to be dominant, your mother? I would never have guessed you had it in you.”
Peter’s hand reached for Donna’s pussy, and he slid two fingers inside her. He smiled and told Donna he had never done anything like it before. “I don’t know what happened,” Peter admitted. “I just had this feeling that is what you wanted. Was I wrong?”
“No, no, not at all. I loved every minute. I want you to carry on, and not just in the bedroom. Just promise me if there is ever a situation I am uncomfortable with, you will stop.”
Pater promised.
