Former Playboy Playmates Part 9: Tiffanie’s True Desire

Author’s note:  This is Tiffanie’s, a former fictional playboy playmate, second story.  Her first is interracial.  You don’t have to read that one if you don’t want to, but suffice to say in Part 3 of this series, Tiffanie witnessed an incestuous act at her home involving her oldest sister Diane.  Unlike Stephanie, (who also witnessed a similar act in Part 3) it messed Tiffanie up – driving her crazy even.  She tried her best to avoid her inner incestuous desires, by drowning them with the semen of black men.

Tiffanie’s first and second stories drive home the fact that all the moms in my literary universe love black cock BUT there is one cock they love far, far more.  This story is about Tiffanie no longer running from her taboo and perverse desire for her son.

This story begins immediately after her first one ends.  No more black men for her, after admitting her true desire – her son – she’s focused solely on him.

Tiffanie was introduced in The Challenge part 4.  Also, a cameo of sorts in this story calls back to The Challenge stories – a certain tropical resort where family members became closer.

Former Playmates Pt. 09:  Tiffanie’s True Desire

Chapter 1

“I saw you Diane.  I saw you and Elliot on my back deck having sex,” Tiffanie told her oldest sister on the phone.  She was standing at her bedroom window, naked, watching her son kick a soccer ball around in the front yard.  The blinds were completely open, Tiffanie not caring if Tom turned around and saw her hourglass frame standing there, watching him.

“You, uh, you did?” Diane said, climbing off Dan, her nephew’s cock in her huge, new home in Charleston, South Carolina.  She smiled at her sister Stephanie who was sitting in a chair next to the bed having her pussy eaten out her nephew, Diane’s son, Elliot.

“I did,” Tiffanie answered, watching Tom.  “One year and eight months ago.  You and he were here.  I heard loud noises late that night and went to see what it was – your son, holding you up by the legs, you leaning back on the railing while he fucked you.”

Diane paused at one of the six bedroom doors.  She was listening to the muffled sounds of lovemaking her younger sister Julianne and son Greg were making. They were fairly new to the house, not yet totally comfortable with sharing each other, and participating in the group sex sessions that were held.  Diane knew it was only a matter of time – Julianne having made great progress a couple weeks ago by no longer wearing clothes indoors.  Julianne’s son, Greg, soon loosened up a couple days later, joining his mother’s, and everyone else’s, new nude lifestyle.

“Tiffanie, I’m sorry, we should’ve been quieter,” Diane said, making her way to the massive kitchen.

“No.  I know about Bob.  I know he’s yours and my father.  I know the others are our half-sisters.  I was sleeping with him when I worked with him and after I saw you and Elliot, I started sleeping with him again for several months.  Do you know why?”

“Why?” 

“So it could erase the memory of seeing you and your son doing that.  But it backfired,” Tiffanie said.

“He told you he was our father,” Diane guessed.

“Yes.  So you know what I did next?  What my next course of action to erase memories of witnessing and participating in incest?”

“What?”

“Black cock.  I lost count of how many black men I fucked and sucked in order to hide something, to bury something.  Want to know what that was?” Tiffanie asked, tweaking a nipple, watching her son.

“What, sweetie?”

“I wanted to hide how much it turned me on. Seeing you and Elliot, learning that I slept with my father, how incredibly hot and taboo it all was.  I tried replacing one fetish with another, but no matter how many black dicks were shoved in every single hole in my body for the past year, it wouldn’t and couldn’t get rid of that one burning desire for that one special cock.  A cock I want in me more than the biggest black cock in the world.”

“Tom’s,” Diane said.

“Yes.  I can’t hide my desire for it, for him, anymore.  I can’t run away from it.  I’m going to make love to him,” Tiffanie said.

“Do it.   Do it and come live here with me. Julianne and her son moved in a couple months ago.  You can too.  Stop everything, put the house up for sale and move in with us. Tom will be graduating high school this month, take him to bed, show him how much you love him, then move in with us,” Diane said.

Tiffanie sighed.  “That may be easier said than done.  We aren’t exactly that close anymore.  I haven’t spent much quality time with him.  I feel like it’d be weird.”

“Ignore that feeling.  If he feels uncomfortable, he’ll get over it.  Take him somewhere.  Just you and him.  Make him yours.  He won’t resist you forever,” Diane advised.

“I think I know just the thing,” Tiffanie said. They ended their call, followed by more calls by Tiffanie to a travel agent.  She was taking her son to a place they been before, a place where one of Tiffanie’s black lovers accompanied them to, a place where she spent most of her time riding his cock instead of spending any time with her son.  She was going to make it right.  She was going to spend all her time giving Tom attention this time around.  She was going to be in the hot tub, in bed, in the shower, on the beach with Tom – not anyone else.

The first week of June was when they would leave.  It would be the exact same resort, room, everything.  Tiffanie watched Tom from her window kick the ball back and forth in the front yard.  Staring him down, while she slowly rubbed her clit, she had a few weeks to prepare.  She would change everything with her son.

 

Chapter 2

She waited until Tom came in before she put on a silky, black robe.  Tiffanie’s first decision on her path to seduce Tom was to wear less clothing – always.  No underwear, small, tight dresses, robes, tiny shorts and tank tops were going to be part of her new attire.

Tom was sitting in a recliner, channel surfing, when Tiffanie entered the living room, immediately approaching him.

“Tom, we need to talk,” She said, going to her knees in front of him, careful to make sure her cleavage exposed as much as possible without fully revealing her breasts.

“Ok, what is it?” Tom asked, glancing away from her.

Tiffanie took the remote from him, tossing it to the nearby couch.  She repositioned herself so her large breasts were resting on Tom’s thighs.  She could tell he was feeling uncomfortable, but didn’t care.

“I want to apologize to you.”

“For what?” he asked.

“This past year, everything.  You and I have grown apart.  It’s my fault.  That’s going to change starting now.  For your graduation present, I’m taking you on a trip to the exact same place went to in November.  It’ll be just me and you.  I’m redoing that vacation and I’ll be spending all my time with you,” Tiffanie said.

“Oh, well, it’s fine.  We don’t have to.”

“No.  We are.  I feel horrible about the last time we went,” Tiffanie paused; her second decision on her path to seduce Tom was to change the way she talked to him.  She thought about how to proceed, opting for complete openness and honest.

She ran her hands slowly up and down his thighs.  “I was busy having sex, so much sex, with the friend that went with us,” Tiffanie said, biting her lower lip.  Tom’s eyes widened and he tensed up, never hearing his mother talk like this.

“You were down at the beach by yourself and I was getting it on in the hot tub.  You were eating lunch alone and I was getting eaten out – if you know what I mean,” She smiled at a shocked Tom.

Tiffanie leaned up to whisper in his ear, “That means I was having my pu – ”

“I know what it means mom,” Tom interrupted, pushing her away.  “Too much info.”

“Well anyway, this time it will be different. We’ll spend the entire time together.  You and me.  How does that sound?” she asked.

Tom wouldn’t look at her face, he glanced to her cleavage, “Um, you might want to check yourself there.”

Tiffanie looked down.  Part of her right breast, including most of the nipple was exposed. She guessed her robe came undone when she leaned up to whisper to Tom.  “Oh.  Heh,” Tiffanie shrugged.  “So what do you say?”

“Are you going to fix your robe?” Tom nervously asked.

“Ugh Tom, don’t be silly.  It’s just me.  We’re going to be bonding so much in the next few weeks.  You might see these everyday!” Tiffanie said, quickly pulling her robe back, exposing her breasts.

“Mom!” Tom looked away.

Tiffanie grabbed his face to meet her eyes, her exposed large breasts resting on Tom’s lower abdomen.  “Tom, a vacation redo for your graduation present, yes?”

Tom gulped, shaking, staring into her eyes.  He slowly nodded his head.

“Good,” Tiffanie smiled, closed her eyes, and kissed Tom’s closed mouth.  She stood, his eyes on hers, not adjusting her robe.

She walked away, behind Tom, toward the stairs.  She removed the robe, looking over her shoulder.  “I’ll start dinner in an hour.  If you need me before then I’ll be in my room masturbating.  Just knock first.  Or don’t. Everyone does it!”

Tom sat still for the next five minutes, with his mouth hanging open, still in shock.  “What the hell,” he managed to whisper before getting up to leave.

Right as he put his hand on the front door to exit, he heard his mother cumming – loudly – in her bedroom.  “Nope, nope, gotta leave!” Tom rushed out of the house to drive around for a little while.

Had he stayed at home another five minutes, he would’ve heard her call out his name, begging him to go harder, deeper inside her.

Tiffanie pulled the dildo out of her body, licking and sucking it clean.  Her one true desire, Tom, would be all hers in a matter time.

 

Chapter 3

Dinner was agonizing for Tom.  Tiffanie wore the same black robe, nothing underneath, playing footsy the whole time with him, talking on and on about their trip.

“Oh there’s also a nude beach nearby.  It’s nice.  Feel free to join me on it if you want,” Tiffanie suggested, taking a few final bites of her meal.

“No thanks,” Tom quickly replied.

Tiffanie smiled, taking her and Tom’s plates to the kitchen.  “Ok, man of the house, sit in your throne.  Your woman – me – will feed you dessert.”

“What?”

“Sit in the recliner,” Tiffanie rolled her eyes, getting apple pie out of the refrigerator.  She got a spoon and made her way to Tom.

She pulled up the short, black robe and sat on his lap, most of her bare ass on his thigh. “Mom,” Tom winced.

“Shhh, I’m feeding my man,” Tiffanie said, bringing a spoonful of pie to his mouth.

“I’m not your man,” Tom said.

“Just eat it,” she snapped.  Tom obliged, opening his mouth for his mother to shove the pie in.

“Mmmm,” She moaned.  “Good?”

“Yeah.”

“Have another.  You like pie?”

“Mmhmm,” Tom said, chewing the mouthful.

Tiffanie kissed the side of his head after giving him another bite, watching him eat.  “You’re really good at eating pie, Tom.”

“Uh, thanks?”

“I bet a lot of the girls at school are going to miss you,” Tiffanie added.

“What do you mean?” Tom said after swallowing another bit.

“Well Tom,” Tiffanie said, taking the spoon from him, sitting the pie on the table.  “Pie is a euphemism for,” She smiled, leaning in once more to whisper in his ear.  “Pussy.”

“Oh Geez, Mom,” Tom groaned.  “What’s gotten into you?”

“Hey, relax, relax.  We’re just being silly here.”

“No, you’re being silly.  Get off me,” Tom said, trying to stand, trying to push his mother out of his lap.

“Easy!  Fine, fine, go,” Tiffanie said, letting him leave.

“Thanks for dinner.  It was good,” Tom said out of polite obligation.

“You’re welcome,” Tiffanie sighed.  “I’ll be fixing you dinner a lot more often.”

Tom headed to his room to play video games. Tiffanie felt she went too fast.  Later that night her older sister Stephanie agreed.  They were on the phone with one another, Stephanie trying out sexy dresses for her date with her nephew, Greg, while Greg’s mother, Julianne did the same for her date with Stephanie’s son, Dan.  It was one step closer for everyone feeling comfortable around each other, one step closer to household, family-wide orgies.

“I’d back off a little.  You laid it on pretty thick it seems.  You don’t want to scare him off,” Stephanie suggested.  “Maybe apologize for coming on too strong, then over the next few weeks, keep flirting, but more innocently.  He’ll probably still feel uncomfortable, but not enough to completely scare him away.”

“Then on the vacation I can kick it up a notch?” Tiffanie asked.

“Sure.  Just be careful.  I made Dan VERY uncomfortable when I seduced him.  I went too far, too fast I think.  Had I several more days alone with him, I might’ve slowed it down a bit.”

“I have 10 days with Tom,” Tiffanie said.

“Good, that’s very good.  Each day up the ante just a little.  Until then though, apologize, and then keep things simple.  Snuggle on the couch, go to movies or to dinner; talk with him like friends might.  These are things I sorta wished I had done.”

“How did you finally feel after it was done?” Tiffanie asked.

“On cloud nine.  It was short and sweet.  Dan didn’t last long, but I didn’t care.  He’s my honey,” Stephanie answered.   “Sex with him is better than sex with all the black – ”

“Cocks in the world?” Tiffanie giggled.

“Yes!” Stephanie said, agreeing with Tiffanie and also on the dress she had picked out.  She changed her tone, whispering in the phone. “And I love black cock.  I really do.  But nothing compares to Dan.  Heck, after my date with Greg tonight, I’m taking him to bed and I have no doubt in my mind that THAT sex will be just as good if not ALMOST as good as it is with Dan.”

The two sisters giggled, “I hope I find out you’re right,” Tiffanie said.  “Ugh, you’ve gotten me so horny now.”

“Masturbation is your friend.  I remember cumming on my toy, thinking of Dan before we made love, and I never orgasmed so hard in my life.  More than I ever had with a black guy and it was only masturbation!”

“Stephanie!  You are too much,” Tiffanie said. Quieting down a bit, her eyes to the floor, “I guess you know we’re half-sisters right?”

“Yep, but it’s no big deal.  It doesn’t change anything.  We’re still sisters,” Stephanie said.

“I know.  I guess you’re right,” Tiffanie said, standing, removing her robe.

“I better go.  Remember take it slow,” Stephanie said.  They ended their call.  Tiffanie headed to the shower and Stephanie met her date at the front door.

Stephanie’s back was against the back of her sister Julianne.  Each woman was making out with their respective son.  They broke the kiss at the same time and in unison said, “Have fun with your Aunt tonight.”

All four of them erupted into laughter.

 

Chapter 4

Taking Stephanie’s advice to heart, Tiffanie toned it down some.  Instead of flirting with Tom and making him feel uncomfortable, she opted to talk more with him, go do things with him, and basically build a friendship with him.

She still wore very little clothing around the house.  Tiffanie would sit across from Tom at dinner, wearing her robe, erect nipples against the silk, lightly rubbing her foot against his – but not going overboard.

She apologized for coming on too strong, saying that sometimes she gets really horny and has trouble controlling herself – especially around attractive men, insinuating Tom.

Tom for the most part was awkward around her, only being nice because it was the right thing to do.  The main thing on his mind was finishing his final exams and figuring out how to tell his mother he was accepted to college on the other side of the country, in Los Angles, near his father.  His parents didn’t get along at all, but since his mother has been barely around in the past year or so, Tom found it difficult to talk to her about these things.  He knew she wouldn’t be pleased.

“Are you looking forward to our trip?” Tiffanie asked her son while putting away the dishes with him.

“Yeah, I guess,” Tom shrugged.

“We’re going to have a wonderful time,” She said, stopping Tom from putting a plate away, hugging him tightly.  “I know I’ve said it before recently, but I’m truly sorry for not being around much in the past year.  I was going through a lot of turmoil and I just kept my distance instead of dealing with it.”

“Turmoil?  Like what?” Tom asked.

“Come, sit on the couch with me,” Tiffanie grabbed his hand, leading the way.  Tom sat down, Tiffanie pulled up the skirt she was wearing, revealing some of her ass, and sat her, unbeknownst to Tom, bare pussy on his lap, straddling him.

“Mom,” Tom sighed.

“Just relax, it’s fine,” Tiffanie held his face, kissing his cheeks before continuing.  She didn’t want to tell him about Diane and Elliot having sex on the back deck, she didn’t want to tell him how badly it turned her on to see it, she didn’t want to tell him what she sunk to in order forget what she saw and how she felt.

“You remember Bob?” Tiffanie asked after a brief pause.

“Yeah, that guy you’d spend your weekends with.”

“Right.  Well he turned out to be someone completely different.  I had a rough time dealing with it.  I ran away when I should’ve run to you.”

“Why me?”

Tiffanie didn’t reply, smiling at her son, running her fingers through his hair.  She hugged him tightly, pulling him against her chest.

“Ugh,” Tom squirmed.

“Sorry,” Tiffanie said.  “My breasts are quite large aren’t they?”

“Um,” Tom gulped, his eyes rapidly blinking. “Yeah.”

“You loved sucking them so much.  They fed you very well long, long ago,” Tiffanie caressed.

“Come on, geez,” Tom complained, moving his face away from her hand.

“Sorry,” She said again, getting off her son, pulling him up.  “Finish the dishes.  I’ll be in my bedroom.  Feel free to join me.  We can watch a movie if you like.”

Tom shrugged, not really feeling like joining her.  He didn’t.  He went to his room to study for his last exam.  Graduation would be the following weekend.  Tiffanie, once again nude, cuddled under the covers, falling asleep before the movie was over.

*********

“What about making him jealous?” Stephanie suggested on the phone, briefly taking Dan’s cock out of her mouth.

“I don’t know.  How?” Tiffanie answered.  She was nude again, watching Tom play soccer.

“Well, maybe flirt with one of his little friends. You said after graduation there was a cook out right?  Well, if Tom sees you being flirty with other guys his age, maybe he’ll get jealous; maybe he’ll want you for himself after seeing you in that light.  Who knows?” Stephanie added.

“I don’t think that’ll work.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had loud sex over the past year in my bedroom, hoping deep down Tom would spy on me or walk in on us.  Nothing worked.  He either left the house or put in his headphones and hid in his room,” Tiffanie said.

“Well don’t be so obvious with it.  Is there a pool there?” Stephanie asked.

“I think so.  It’s down the street at the neighborhood swimming pool.  They have a cook out each year for all the graduates that live here.”

Stephanie popped Dan’s cock out of her mouth again, “Wear a nice bikini.  With a body like yours you’ll draw attention from everyone. Just hang out in the water.”

“I’ll see what I can do.  I haven’t met any of Tom’s friends, so who knows.”

A few days later, Saturday evening, everyone was staring at Tiffanie as she and Tom entered the pool area, sitting down their towels.

Her teal bikini wasn’t too revealing, too slutty looking, it was fairly normal.  Her curves, breasts, tummy, legs, butt, didn’t stop everyone from glancing at the 41-year- old.  She still had an incredible body after last posing in Playboy in her 20’s.

Tiffanie ignored everyone but Tom.  She practically followed him around.  He reluctantly introduced her to all his friends. Tiffanie played it cool, was friendly, smiling widely.

None of the other mothers would talk to her; the fathers were too scared.  But Tom’s friends, teenagers, easily approached her as she leaned against the wall of the pool in four feet of water.

She didn’t flirt with them.  She didn’t touch them at all.  She talked and laughed with them.  Some were shy, some were outgoing, but Tiffanie could tell, all of them wanted her.

She and Tom made eye contact several times. He was on the other side of the pool chatting with a friend and his girlfriend.  Eventually she caught Tom watching her, watching the guys around her.  She gave him a sweet wave, hoping this suggestion was having some sort of effect on him.

It did.  Later that night, Tom was in her bed, watching a movie with her.  He wasn’t speaking much, but knocked on her door, came inside, telling her he figured he would hang out a bit.  Tiffanie had no idea if he was jealous or wanted to spent time with her that night to make up for not being able to at the pool.

“Cuddle?” Tiffanie asked, a large towel still wrapped around her body after her shower.

“Sure, I guess,” Tom shrugged again, extending his arm for his mother.  Tiffanie didn’t watch the movie, instead laid against Tom, breathing in his scent, enjoying his warmth.

When the movie ended she asked him to stay with her for the night.  He declined.  “Please?” she asked.

“Nah.  Maybe tomorrow,” Tom said.

“Ok.  I’m proud of you by the way.  Very, very proud of you.  You were taking all those advanced classes and now you’re done!” Tiffanie said, giving him a hug and a kiss on the lips, taking him by surprise.

“Yeah.  Thanks,” Tom said, still withholding information from her about his cross-country college acceptance.

“Remember tomorrow night,” Tiffanie said, smiling as her son left her room, closing her door.

“Ok.  Tomorrow night.”

She undid the towel, letting it fall to her feet, standing nude, “Good.  I’ll be waiting for you,” she whispered.

 

Chapter 5

“I sleep in the nude,” Tiffanie told Tom the next night as soon as he entered her room, closing the door.

“What?” he said backing away.

“No,” Tiffanie said, pinning him against the door, preventing his escape.  “You aren’t leaving.  I want to spend as much time with you as possible.  If you feel uncomfortable with my nudity, you can get naked yourself, or sleep outside the covers.”

“Fine,” Tom said.  “Let me know when you’re in the bed and covered up.”

“You’re safe,” Tiffanie said, lying on her side, propped up on her elbow.  “You sure you don’t want to lose those pajamas?  It’s quite comfortable feeling bare skin against the sheets.”

“No thanks,” Tom quickly replied, hoping she’d drop it.  Tiffanie giggled, moving closer to Tom.  He pulled a blanket over his legs.

“Hold me?” his mother asked.  Tom rolled his eyes.  “Relax, my skin won’t be touching yours. I’m under the covers, remember?”

Tom sighed, “Alright.  Fine.”

She turned off the lamp next to the bed, part of her breast coming exposed from her stretching.  Tom didn’t notice.

Her arms and upper back exposed, she snuggled against Tom.  Pulling his face toward hers, kissing his lips, she said goodnight. “You’re the only man for me.  I realize that now.  Goodnight.”

Tom, confused by her statement, simply replied with a “goodnight” of his own.  Tiffanie lay in his arms, wide awake, pretending he was under the covers and naked with her after a steamy lovemaking session.

Her wet pussy giving her courage, she waited until Tom was asleep.  Tiffanie sat up, the sheet coming off her body, revealing her breasts.  She looked at her sleeping son, smiling seductively.

In the low lit room, she pulled his blanket back, careful not to disturb him.  “Just a peek. That’s all,” She whispered.

Her heart racing, she held her breath, slowly, gently tugging at his pajama pants and boxer shorts.  Tiffanie stopped, getting an idea.  She hopped off the bed, put her shoulder-length hair in a pony tail, found a flash light on the bedside table, and got back on the bed.

“There.  Let’s get a good look at you,” She grinned.  Resting on her elbow, hovering over Tom’s midsection, she tugged his pajama pants and underwear down once more.

“Oh baby, oh baby,” she whispered, mouth trembling, the flashlight illuminating Tom’s tuft of pubic hair and flaccid penis.

Tiffanie lowered her head, inhaling his scent, “Wow,” she whispered.

She wanted to devour it, to bring it to life, sucking it dry.  “I’m going to have you inside me.  I’m going to drink from you,” she told his sleeping cock.

Turning off the flash light, she leaned in close to Tom.  “I’m going to take care you, Tom,” she whispered in his ear.  “Mmmm,” she moaned, “I’m going to fuck you so good.”

Tiffanie had to remove herself from the room. She hopped off the bed again, rushed down the hall, and stepped out onto her back deck in the hot, humid, night air.  “This is where it began,” she said.  “This is where I saw a mother and son together.”

She was slowly rubbing her clit, pacing around the deck, the full moon providing all the light she needed.  “Tom.  Yes.”

“Take me,” she said again, leaning back on the rail, just like her older sister Diane did that fateful night.

“Yes!” she pretended Tom was there, holding her legs, slamming his cock into her as hard as he could.  Tiffanie picked up the pace, furiously rubbing her clit.  “Yes!  Yes!”

“Harder!” She imagined her son gritting his teeth, working up a sweat, just like she was.

“Yes!  Yes!  Noooooooo!” Tiffanie fell over the railing, landing with a thud, six feet below on the wet grass.  She erupted into laughter after discovering no injuries.  She wasn’t done though.

Not caring if the neighbors heard or saw her, she kept masturbating in her back yard. Rolling around on the ground, pretending Tom was with her, she made it to the middle of the yard.  She was on all fours now, reaching past her stomach, rubbing her clit, dipping her fingers in her cunt, and rubbing some more.  In her mind Tom was behind her; owning her.

Like a wolf howling at the moon, Tiffanie cried out into the night, as the most powerful orgasm she ever had over took her.  Not caring if she woke the neighbors or Tom, she collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

When she calmed down, she laughed at herself, climbed over the railing of the deck with some difficulty, planting her foot on the floor of the deck, and pulling herself up and over.  She went inside discovering Tom was still asleep.

After a shower to clean off the dirt and grass, she stood, naked in the bathroom doorway, the light behind her silhouetting her body, watching Tom sleep, grinning devilishly.  She wondered if this taboo and perverse desire was genetic.  Perhaps it was why all her sisters were sleeping with their sons.  She didn’t know and didn’t care.  All she knew she was fully embracing it, her true desire, and would very soon cross that line with Tom.

Chapter 6

Tiffanie sat next to Tom on the plane ride to the Bahamas.  She held his hand, thinking back to the last time they were on a plane.  It was in November and it was to the very same destination.  Tiffanie was in the bathroom getting fucked by the friend she brought along.  This time, however, she was sitting next to her son, holding his hand, and thinking of all the wonderful and beautiful things she wanted to do to him.  She was going to make things right.

They rode a shuttle bus from the airport to the resort.  Tiffanie curled up in Tom’s arm, ignoring the annoyed look on his face.  Last time they were there, Tiffanie was curled up in her friend’s arm, squeezing and tugging at his erection through his shorts, hoping her son would look over and see it; see that his mother wasn’t an incestuous sicko like his aunts.

But now she was.  Tiffanie fully embraced her taboo urges, no longer running from them – from Tom.  She pulled his face to hers, kissing his lips.

Tom pulled away, “Mom, geez.”

Tiffanie smiled, wiping his lips with her thumb, “I love you.”

Tom looked around the bus, nodding to his mother, “Love you too.”

Tiffanie couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. He was so shy.  All that would change by the end of the trip.

There was an issue with getting the same villa as last time.  The front desk manager who checked them in informed Tiffanie of their blunder.

“It’s ok.  This is a new trip, so a new room is fine,” She said.

The employee looked at Tiffanie and Tom, “Is he your son?”

“Yes.”

“I think I have the perfect room for you two,” the employee smiled, giving Tiffanie a wink before printing off their paperwork.

*********

“Oh wow, this is amazing, Tom!”  Tiffanie placed her bag on the bed, and checked out the bathroom.  The shower was huge.  Her first thought was that it could easily fit her and Tom in there.

“Look out here!  Oh my…”  Tiffanie looked into the small courtyard, noticing the hot tub.  Tom stood next to her, looking around.

“Maybe later tonight, I can have some wine delivered, we can get in there,” Tiffanie turned around and tickled her son, “we can have fun!”

Tom flinched, “Yeah, sure.”  He shrugged.

Tiffanie went back to her bag, leaving Tom behind to look around.  “I’m changing into my bikini and then we’ll hit the beach.”

A few moments later, Tiffanie emerged from the bathroom wearing a brand new bikini.  It was a tiny, black, string bikini, leaving little to the imagination.

“Well do you like it?” She asked her son, laughing as he looked away embarrassed.  She approached him, grabbing his hands and placing them on her waist.

“Do you think it’s sexy?” she asked.

“Mom, I – ”

“Hey, It’s ok.  As a woman, do you think I’m sexy?”

Tom sighed and shrugged.

“Hey, look at me,” Tiffanie pulled his face to her smiling face.  She smiled, looking down at her cleavage.  “Do you think I’m sexy?”

“I, I guess,” Tom stammered.

“Good,” Tiffanie grabbed her bag.  “I suggest you relax and don’t think of me as a mother, but a friend, a woman you’re on vacation with. A vacation needed for both of us to reconnect, this time as adults.”

Tiffanie winked at the 18-year-old, gesturing him to follow her.  They locked the door and headed to the beach, Tiffanie holding Tom’s hand.

*********

They were inseparable, much to Tiffanie’s delight.  Unlike last time, in November, they spent the day together.  They didn’t talk much. Thoughts of making love to Tom, to giving herself to him, filled her mind – but she remained calm and quiet, enjoying the sun, sand, and her son.

She dragged him into the water, straddled him, held him, and looked into his eyes, occasionally giving him kisses on the cheek and lips.  She was savoring every moment.

Tom didn’t protest too much, Tiffanie wondered if deep down he didn’t mind her large breasts, barely covered by a bikini top, mashing against his chest.

That night they went to dinner.  She wore a nice sundress, no underwear.  There was a candle in the middle of the table; she held his hand, sitting across from him.

Moments later, slow dancing with a few of the older couples at the resort, “Did you notice something about our room?”

“What?”

“It only has one bed.  Are you ok with that?” Tiffanie asked.

“Yeah, I guess.  Sure.”

“Are you going to be ok with me sleeping naked?”

“Uh, well – ”

“Tom?” she put her hands on his face, “you don’t have to be uncomfortable around me.”

“I know, it’s just a little weird.  I’ll sleep outside the covers again.”

“Ok,” She smiled, accepting that compromise once again.

Back at the room, Tom emerged from the bathroom in pajamas.  Tiffanie started undressing, glancing at Tom while she did, seeing him avert his eyes, too bashful to look.

Just like the other night, Tom held her covered nude body against his.  After a long day of travel, Tiffanie was too tired to wait for Tom to go to sleep.  As she drifted off, she thought back to the previous trip.  She climaxing over and over again the first night, while Tom was outside or across the villa, his room shut.  This time, she was doing things the right way.  She was in his bed, in his arms, right where she belonged.

 

Chapter 7

“What?  What is it?” Tom asked his mother the next day after breakfast.  They were in a nearby pool; she was once again, straddling him staring at his face, quiet.

“Nothing.  Just admiring the view.”

“You’re funny,” Tom said.

“You look a little like my father,” Tiffanie said, referring to her biological father, Bob.

“Really?  I never saw that resemblance.”

“When he was younger, yes,” Tiffanie thought back to the day she learned of Bob’s true identity, seeing pictures of the college age Bob with his mother, Tiffanie’s mother.

“I love you,” Tiffanie said once again.

“Mom, are you sure you ok?  I mean I know you want to make up for not being around much in the past year or so, but you just seem so different now.”

“I’m more than ok, Tom.  I’m perfect.  I feel great, I feel like everything is working out wonderfully.”

Tom thought about telling her about college. She thought he’d be attending a nearby community college for a couple years, getting his core classes out of the way, and then transferring to a four year school to finish. Seeing her happy face looking at him made him hesitate once more.

“Things are going to be changing for us,” Tiffanie said.  “They will be changing for the better.  I can’t go into it just yet, but on this trip, you’ll know what I mean by the time we leave. Please just go with it, let me change our relationship for the better.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ll see, just go with it.  I promise you everything will be perfect.”

The rest of the day was more of the same – quiet closeness between mother and son, Tom gradually loosening up a bit, not flinching when she kissed him.  Sometimes he’d rest his hands on her waist while she gave him a longer-than-normal kiss on the lips.

That evening was another romantic meal, followed by a walk under the stars, with Tiffanie’s hand holding Tom’s arm.

*********

Tom awoke the next morning hard as a rock – more so than normal.  He felt a warm, soft body resting against his.  His hand glided up a bare back, feeling the silk skin.  He moaned, feeling a heavy mass against his side – two large breasts.

His eyes shot open upon realizing the body belonged to his mother.

“Hi,” she said, smiling at him.  “Sorry, I got hot under the covers.  I figured this blanket you were using would be better.  But then I got chilly, so I snuggled up to you.  Now I’m just right.”

“Uh, ok,” Tom said.

Tiffanie rose up, kissing his cheek, her tits dragging across his chest.  Tom looked away, not seeing his mother crawl out of bed.  He kept his eyes closed, hearing fabric of her bikini thong slide against her legs.  He quickly opened and shut his eyes.  In that split second he saw his mother, back to him, looking for the bikini top.  He could see the sides of her breasts from behind.

“Get dressed.  Let’s go,” Tiffanie said, pulling the blanket away from Tom.  Moaning inwardly when she saw his tented pajama bottoms.

“Looks like someone else is ready to go,” Tiffanie smiled, glancing at his bulge, sitting next to Tom on the bed.  She ran her hand over his chest.

“Mom, I’m sorry, I – ”

“Got excited from holding a naked woman in your arms?” Tiffanie asked.  Tom’s eyes darted from side-to-side, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Aww, it’s ok,” Tiffanie said, throwing her leg over Tom, climbing on him, straddling him.  He looked on in shock when his mother lowered her crotch on top of his.

“See?  No big deal,” She said, fighting a burning desire to rip his pajama pants off and shove his cock inside her hungry pussy. “Actually, it kinda is a big deal.”

Tom’s face turned red, picking up on his mother innuendo.  “Um.”

“Come on, let’s get going,” Tiffanie said, climbing off her son, giving his tenting pajamas a look and a smile.

The rest of the day was noticeably more uncomfortable for Tom.  Tiffanie thought nothing of it, spending all her time with her true desire – her son and enjoying every hug, kiss, and caress she gave him.

That night she went to bed, undressing once more, climbing on the bed under the same blanket Tom was under.  He didn’t protest this time.

“You going to fondle me in my sleep?” Tiffanie joked.

“What?  No, no way,” Tom said.

“You can if you want to,” Tiffanie said, lying in his arms.  “I wouldn’t mind being woken up by a man running his hands all over my naked body.”

Tom shook his head, closing his eyes, feeling more uncomfortable.

“I love being held like this,” his mother said, placing his hand on her waist.

A moment passed, Tom was incredibly tense. “Tom?” Tiffanie asked rising up on her elbow. “Are you a virgin?”

“Mom!”

“Sweetie, don’t be shy.  You can tell me anything.”

“Ugh.”

“Well?”

He hesitated more.  “I had a girlfriend but it never got to that point.”

“Sex?”

“Yeah.  OK?  Is that what you wanted to know?”

“What did you two do?”

“We kissed some and, well,” Tom paused.

Tiffanie kissed at his cheek, jaw, neck, whispering in his ear, “Did she suck your dick?”

“Ah geez,” Tom said, attempting to sit up, to leave, but his naked mother pinned him down.

“No, no, you’re not going anywhere,” She said, straddling him, Tom looking away from her tits.  “Did she?”

Tom nodded his head, yes.

Tiffanie leaned down, her breasts coming to rest on his chest, “Was it good?”

Tom shook his head, no.

“And why not?” She whispered, peppering his face with slow sensual kisses.

“Teeth,” Tom spit out.

“Ah yes.  Her teeth raked across your cock. Probably didn’t feel good,” Tiffanie was continuously kissing at his cheeks and neck now.  “I had that problem too when I first started pleasuring men with my mouth.  I learned a few tricks to help with it.”

Tom gulped again, his breathing heavy, he wanted to run, but was too scared to grab her naked body and throw her off him.

“Now that I’ve mastered it, a penis easily goes into my mouth, no teeth raking across the shaft,” Tiffanie paused a moment, kissing his lips slowly.  “I love the feeling of doing it.”

She was looking directly in Tom’s eyes now, “I love it when a man ejaculates in my mouth.  I love the taste of semen, sloshing it around in my mouth before I swallow it.”

She kissed his lips once more, “Every last drop.”

Tom panicked, “Ok get off me.  Get off me!”

“Tom?”

“Please!  Just move,” Tom said, sitting up, his mother sliding off him on to the mattress.  He rushed out the door, saying over his shoulder, “Going for a walk.”

Tiffanie smiled, getting off the bed, walking to the hot tub in the back court yard area.

 “We’re going to the nude beach tomorrow Tom,” she said aloud, letting the jets of the tub, massage her body, while she rubbed her clit.

Two hours later, Tom returned, finding his mother in the bed on her side facing away from him.  He pulled the blanket over him, rolled over, and tried to go to sleep.

 

Chapter 8

Tom woke the next morning finding his mother already dressed, not in a bikini, but in a thin, spaghetti-strapped tank top, her large, full breasts busting at the seams to get out, and tiny, white shorts.

“Hurry!  We have to make the ferry on time,” Tiffanie pulling Tom out of the bed.

“Ferry?”

“Yes!” She said, pulling his t-shirt up over his head, running her hands over his body before pulling at his pajama pants.

“Whoa, whoa, I can remove these,” Tom said, heading to the bathroom to change in to a new shirt and swim trunks.

They had a quick breakfast, Tom trying to forget about last night, his questions about where they were headed in the ferry unanswered by his mother.

The ferry was actually a small boat, large enough for about ten people, all sitting in rows of benches.  Tom saw they were headed for an island not far off the coast.  Apparently it was owned by the resort and this boat shuttled people back and forth from it all day.

When they arrived Tiffanie stood, waiting to get off.  Wake from a passing boat hit their boat causing Tiffanie to stumble.  She raised her hands to stop her fall.  One hand went Tom’s thigh, the other, to his crotch.

Tiffanie held it there, pressing down on his crotch for a few seconds, “Oops, sorry.”

Tom blushed, saying nothing, hoping it was an accident.

Holding hands, exploring the island, they walked by the pool area, small restaurant, and made their way to one of the small beaches. They were alone.  Tiffanie saw a small coconut tree in the distance.

“Hold me up; I want to get a coconut as a souvenir.  I hope I can get it past customs,“ She told her son.

Instead of getting a stick or even bumping into the tree, she insisted she straddle Tom, and he hold her up so she could reach the coconut. He finally agreed, Tiffanie sneakily tore her thin spaghetti strap and jumped on Tom.

He held her up as high as he could, “My butt,” Tiffanie said.

“Huh?”

“Hold me up by my butt.  I can get higher that way,” she instructed.  Tom agreed, sighing when his mother’s chest was against his head, practically in his face.

Tiffanie rested one hand on Tom’s shoulder, the other reaching high above her.  She stretched and struggled to reach the coconut, and then it happened, just as she hoped.  The upward reaching of her arm, coupled with the broken strap of her tank top, caused a massive tit to spill out.

“Almost got it!”

“Uh mom,” Tom said, witnessing her breast make its way out of her shirt.  “Mom?”

“Just a sec, almost there!”

“Uh,” Tom said, moving his head back and forth, attempting to avoid the bare breast in his face.

“Be still!” his mother said.

“Hurry!” Tom called to her.

Her boob was now smashed against the side of Tom’s head, the erect nipple next to his eye. He remained still, but couldn’t help but glance at it.  Then he turned his head and looked directly at it, the round nub within sucking distance.  His mouth instinctually opened; his hot breath against her skin.

Tiffanie held the coconut and watched her son stare at her bare breast.  For half a minute he stared at it, frozen with fear, but also admiring its beauty.

“Tom.  You can put me down now.  I have the coconut,” his mother calmly said.  Tom, shaken from his trance, lowered his mother, her nipple gliding against his nose, then top and bottom lips.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Tiffanie smiled at him.

Tom was flustered, nodding his head, looking around, avoiding eye contact.

“Look,” Tiffanie said, glancing behind Tom.  He turned around saw an older couple, nude, walking along the beach.

“Will you get naked with me?  It’s a nude beach,” Tiffanie asked.

“I, um, well,” Tom struggled to get out.

Tiffanie giggled, pulling Tom in for a hug.  “It’s ok, we don’t have to.”  She backed away, holding the coconut up to her bare breast. “Look. They’re about the same size,” she giggled again.

Tom just nodded uncomfortably.

“Will you tie my strap?  It broke,” she said, turning around.  Tom obliged, tying it in a simple knot for her.

They walked around awhile, holding hands, Tom not knowing what to say.  She led him to a nice spot under some palm trees.  He sat against one.

“Rub my neck and shoulders?” his mother asked, taking a seat in front of him.

“Sure.”

Tiffanie made Tom stretch out his legs and leaned against his body.  “There you go.  Have at it.”

He was barely massaging her at first, too afraid and too shocked to really work her tissue.  “Harder,” Tiffanie said, leaning her full weight against him.

Tom looked forward, to the crashing waves doing his best to avoid looking at her cleavage.  His mother moaned, her hands resting on his thighs at her sides.  “Yes,” she said, squeezing his thigh muscles while he rubbed her trapezius muscle and neck.  Then Tom glanced down.

He saw her heaving chest, her breasts slowly rising and falling with her labored breathing. One of those breasts was in his face earlier, the nipple dragged across it.  “No, no, no, please don’t,” Tom silently begged his growing erection to calm down.

The way she was rubbing his thighs, the way her breasts moved with her heavy breathing, the way she moaned when he massaged her neck – Tom couldn’t will the erection away no matter what now.

A few moments later, Tom found himself breathing heavily too.  The worst part is that he was instinctually flexing his butt, causing him to ever so lightly thrust upward into his mother’s lower back.

“Mmmm,” Tiffanie moaned again, her head lying against Tom’s shoulder.  “Lower.”

“Hmm?” Tom asked.

She grabbed his hands, bringing them around toward her chest, suggesting he massage her pectoral muscles.  Tom did so, but struggled since her pectorals were covered by tit flesh. Rubbing the part where her breasts began, he continued.

Tiffanie was moaning more and more now. She was also, just as subtly as Tom, meeting his upward thrusts with downward ones of her own.  She felt his cock against her lower back, pretending it was going inside her, there on the secluded beach.  She was so wet.  “Lower,” she told her son again.

He couldn’t disobey his mother.  His hands slid lower down her chest, kneading and squeezing more of her breast flesh now.  “Yes,” he told himself, the brain in his penis taking control.

His hands were in her top now, squeezing her tits from behind.  They were massive handfuls, so large, soft.

Tiffanie’s left hand slid further up his thigh, “Yes, Tom,” she moaned.  She rose up just enough to get her hand behind her, resting it on Tom’s crotch.

She was squeezing his erection, just like Tom was squeezing her breasts.  Then it happened, Tom lost control, after a minute or so.  His body became rigid, his breathing erratic.  He was ejaculating.  His mother never once stopped her bulge squeezing, loving every second of bringing him an orgasm.

He settled down a moment later, going still, bringing his hands out of her top.  She turned her head to kiss his lips, but he pulled away, ashamed, embarrassed what he had let himself do to her.  The fact that she loved it, encouraged it, and made him cum, was confusing for him.

Tom stood, his mother rising with him.  He walked toward the dock on the other side of the island, waiting for the boat to arrive a few minutes later.  Tiffanie followed him, realizing her son was changing.  Tom was at the point where he tasted a small sample.  He would either say no, never being inappropriate with her again, or he’d say yes and keep going, keep pushing things, keep exploring these desires his mother has had for awhile now.

Tiffanie, walking a few feet behind Tom, brought her hand to her nose, smelling it.  It was damp from his semen seeping through the fabric of his swim trunks.  She licked at it, hoping to taste any sperm that may be on her hand.

Tom sat on the other side of the boat, away from her.  Tiffanie watched him, a sly smile on her face.  It was only a matter of time before her wildest, incestuous fantasies would become real.

 

Chapter 9

Tom immediately took a shower upon entering their room.  Tiffanie assumed it was a cold one.  She did something next that could’ve turned out to be a huge mistake.  She took a risk and removed her clothes and went to the back courtyard area, turned on the Jacuzzi and waited for Tom to get out of the shower.

Tom took forever to finish his shower.  When she heard it cut off from the small, open window, she called out to him.  “Tom, I’m out here.  Come see me.”

“Tom?” she called out once more.  Moments later, he appeared, looking down, fully clothed. “Join me?  Please?”

“No,” he said.

Tiffanie traversed the tub, rose out of it, naked and approached her son.  “Please?”

“No.”

“Aww, come on.  We’ll have fun,” she smiled, reaching for his hand.  “Get out of those clothes and join me.”

Tom jerked it away shaking his head.  “Mom, I’m not going to a community college for two years.  I’ve been accepted to UCLA.  I’m moving to California in August.  I’ll be living with dad and his new family.”

Tiffanie was stunned silent, her heart racing. She watched Tom walk away from her heading back inside.  The only thing she could muster was to whisper “no.”  She ran after her son, rage mixed with determination in her eyes.

She grabbed him by the arm pulling him inside and slammed the door shut.  “No!” she yelled, pushing Tom onto the bed.

“Mom!”

She mounted him.  Quickly climbing on him, she held him down, grabbing his face, bringing it to her mouth for a kiss.  “You aren’t moving out there.  You aren’t leaving me.  Do you understand me?”

“Mom!  Get off!”

“No.  I’ve wanted this for so long,” She said in between kisses, Tom doing his best to avoid them.  “Ever since I saw your Aunt Diane and Cousin Elliot fucking on the back deck.”

“Wait, wait!?!”

“That’s right.  They were going at it like wild animals.  Do you know how hot it was?  Do you know what it did to me to see that?”  Tiffanie was frantically kissing and licking Tom’s face.

“Ahh,” He tried to escape, but couldn’t and deep down, didn’t want to.

“Do you know how many men I slept with to try to forget what I saw and much it turned me on?  Huh?  Nothing worked nothing!” She was pulling at his t-shirt, tearing it at the seam.

“It’s, it’s not right!” Tom said, wincing in pain from his t-shirt’s collar slicing into the back of his neck.  Tiffanie tore it off him, resuming her kisses.

“I don’t care.  I want you and I need you.  I’m taking you,” his mother said, kissing his mouth one more time, her tongue slinking out, licking him.

“No!” He tried to resist.

Tiffanie stopped, sat up; staring at her son’s terrified face.  Her own face was expressionless.  After a brief pause, she said, quietly, calmly, “Suck my tits.”

Tom blinked rapidly, hesitating.  Both large orbs were staring back at him.  He slowly nodded his head, looked to his mother’s stone face, thinking back to the beach earlier in the day.

He devoured her tits, grabbing them hard, his mouth closing over a nipple, sucking at it as if he were starving.  “That’s it, Tom, that’s it” Tiffanie whimpered, holding his head in place. “Go with this.  Just let it happen!”

Tom was rock hard now, switching from one breast to another, covering the nipple and part of the meat with saliva.

Tiffanie pushed him back onto the mattress. Not taking her eyes off him, she tugged and pulled at his shorts, nearly tearing his boxer shorts off.  She ignored his hard-on, the need to feel him inside her, cumming and spewing his seed overcame her.

Climbing back on her son, she grabbed his cock by the base, hurriedly guiding it in her. “Mom,” Tom whimpered once more.

“Let it happen,” She said, before impaling herself on his dick.

They both moaned simultaneously.  His cock was in all the way.  It wasn’t the biggest she’d had, she wasn’t stretched out or as full as with others, but she didn’t care – it was the one cock she desired most.

Inches above his face, Tiffanie stared into his eyes, slowly moving her hips up and down, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Tom answered, barely able to contain himself at how good his cock felt with her sliding up and down on it.

“I want you to fill me with your cum.  Ok baby?”

“I, I, can do that,” Tom said, feeling his body go rigid again.

Several more loving, slow pussy glides up and down Tom’s shaft and he couldn’t hold it anymore.  “Mom, it’s, it’s happening.”

“Yes,” she cried.  “Give it to me, everything!”

Up and down on his cock she rose and fell, stopping at the bottom when Tom’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.  “Yes!  You can do it!   Give me everything!” his mother said, feeling his cock spurt its warm, gooey gift into her pussy.

“Yesss, yesss,” Tom hissed, hands grabbing Tiffanie’s waist as he finished cumming inside her.

He went still, done, having had sex for the first time.  Tiffanie smiled, resting her head on his shoulder, still on top of him, his semen oozing out of her as his cock shrank.

“I did it.  I did it,” She kept saying to herself over and over.  Tears started welling in her eyes.  “I love you,” she said aloud.

Tom paused, catching his breath, his hands sliding up and down his mother’s back.  “I love you too.”

 

 

Chapter 10

An employee of the resort adjusted his erection outside Tiffanie and Tom’s villa.  It was a few days after they first made love; they had one day left on their trip.  The front desk had received a noise complaint about the two lovers.  The employee had visited this villa for the exact same reason several times before.

“Hi,” Tiffanie said, opening the door, completely naked.  The employee wasn’t shocked.

“Hello ma’am.  We’ve received a noise complaint about this room.  Can you and, I’m assuming your son,” he said, looking around Tiffanie to the bed, seeing Tom sleeping, “keep it down some?”

Tiffanie laughed and nodded, “We’ll try.”

“Do you have plans tonight?  Perhaps he won’t mind if you and I go to dinner?” the employee asked, recalling a few past sexual adventures with the women that have stayed in this room. He smiled, unzipping his pants, pulling out his erect cock.

“Wow.  That is certainly a nice one.  I’m sure it’d go good with these,” She said, grabbing her breasts.  “But it’s our last night here, so I’ll spend it with my son.”

“Very well.  Have a safe trip home,” the employee said, Tiffanie closing the door.  Not every resident of that room would have fun with him.

A few moments later, she was bouncing up and down on Tom’s cock, cumming on it yet again.  Ever since they became one, they only left to room to get food.  They spent most of their time fucking.  They were both raw, sore, and didn’t care.

They bathed together, exploring each other’s bodies.  “Mom, mom!” Tom cried out, his cock pumping semen directly into her throat as the shower steam enveloped them.

Tiffanie loved sucking his cock, getting it hard after a break, and then cleaning it of his semen and her juices after sex.

“No teeth,” She smiled, standing up, kissing his cheek. “I’m going to be sucking your dick every morning.  I think that’d be a wonderful breakfast.”

She showed him every position she knew of. He didn’t last long, but little by little, he’d last longer.  Just after midnight that night, Tiffanie was on all fours, Tom behind her, dripping sweat on to her back, cumming at the same time.

The next day, they managed to sneak into the bathroom on the plane for a quickie.  They got home, kissing and undressing on the way to Tiffanie’s bedroom.  “Fuck me,” she ordered him.

“Yes!  Yes!  Oh Tom!” she cried out as she came, Tom collapsed on top of her.

“I’m not going to California.  I’m not going out there,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

“I know.  I knew once you had my pussy, your pussy, you’d change your mind,” Tiffanie grabbed his face kissing him hard.  “We’re moving to Charleston.  We’re moving in with your aunts.  They are all like this – like us.”

“That’s great news,” Tom said.

“Uh huh, all of us together, cumming and cumming all day and night,” Tiffanie grabbed a breast, offering it to Tom.  “Suck it.”

*********

A few nights later, a hot, humid summer night, near 1 am, Tiffanie and Tom were on her deck fucking.  She was lying back on the wooden rail, Tom holding her by her legs, pumping into her.  Her arms stretched out to the side, holding herself up.

“Harder!” she ordered her son.  “Fuck me harder!”

Tom grit his teeth, slamming into her pussy as hard as he could, hoping to bring about another orgasm.

“Yes!  Yes!  Noooooooo!” Tiffanie  and Tom fell over the railing, landing with a thud, six feet below on the wet grass.  They erupted into laughter after discovering no injuries.  They weren’t done though.

They tackled each other, after brushing off some grass, going at it like rabid animals mating.

“You belong to me!” his mother said, tackling him.  “This dick is mine!”

Tom nodded, falling to the ground, taking her with him.  He guided his cock in her and continued on, rolling around, fucking in the moonlit backyard, not caring if they woke the neighbors.

The rolled around until they got to the fence. Tom, having learned a lot in the past couple weeks from his mother, stood, pulled her up, turned her around, and entered from behind.

He pulled her back to him by her hair, kissing and licking her neck, “And you’re mine,” he said.

“Always.”

After slamming into her so hard the wooden fence was rocking back and forth.  Tom picked his woman up, took her inside and bathed her.

He sat down in the shower, Tiffanie sitting on top of him, mouths entwined, hungrily sucking face.

At that very same moment in Charleston, South Carolina, Diane was sitting on her son, Elliot, offering her tits to him.  In the room next to theirs, Stephanie was squealing with delight as her son, Dan was eating her pussy.  Down the hall Julianne was on her back, legs wrapped tightly around her son, Greg, as he slowly made love to her, staring into each others face, saying without words how much they loved each other.

Back at Tiffanie’s soon-to-be former home, Tom was hard again.

“Ah! Shit!” she sat on him in the shower, Tom sucking her tits, covering them with hickeys. She arched her back, looking upward, closing her eyes, Tom taking her breast meat out of his mouth with a loud popping sound, while the water cascaded down on them.  She looked into his eyes, smiling weakly, tired from lack of sleep.

“Aren’t you glad you gave in?  I am.” 

“I am too, mom,” Tom answered, they kissed until the water turned cold, exited the shower and fucked until they couldn’t stay awake any longer.

A few days later the house was full of boxes in preparation for their move.  Mom and son, naked as usual, took a break from packing.

“You sure you’re ok about taking a year off, before looking for a college closer to Charleston?” she asked her son.

“Yep!  Dad was ticked off when I told him, but I don’t care,” Tom replied.

“Here, let me show you something,” Tiffanie pulled out one final box from her the bed.  It was a package Bob had sent her, the very one Tom put on the kitchen table for her a year and almost two months ago.

She handed Tom pictures of Bob in his younger years, his arms were around Tom’s grandmother.  Tom turned the old photo over, reading the back aloud, “My mother.”

He looked at another one of his late grandmother; “College graduation; Mom and I” was written on the back.

“Bob turned out to be my father,” Tiffanie said. “The few years I worked for him, we slept together quite a bit.  When I saw Diane and Elliot on the back porch, I turned to Bob, renewing our affair for several months.  That is, until he sent this, telling me he was my father.”

Tom looked through letters and other documents proving his mother’s statement.  “I went back to him a couple weeks before he passed away.  We made love again.  I, of course, knew he was my father.  Perhaps incest is in my nature; in my blood.”

“I guess it’s in mine too,” Tom said.

“There’s more, look,” Tiffanie moved a paper aside.  It was a photocopy of a check written to her.  “He gave that to me the last time I saw him.  I guess it’s my inheritance.”

It was a check for $25 million dollars.  Tom’s mouth hung open.

“Now you know everything.  No more secrets. If you want to go to college, you can, but you don’t need to.”

“I don’t know what to say.  This is insane.”

“Yep.  Strange how life twists and turns for people – for us.  A year ago I was avoiding you because I was scared at how much I wanted you, but here we are, getting ready to move into a huge incestuous home, millionaires.”

Tom grabbed his mother, holding her against him, kissing her hard.  He picked her up, took her to bed, lying her gently on the mattress.

The moving truck would arrive tomorrow.  For now they would make love and rest.  They would need it too.  Tiffanie informed Tom earlier that day there would be a welcome orgy when they arrived at their new home.

The end.

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