Policewomen 7: Cindy and Son

Author’s Note: This is the final Policewomen story. This is Cindy’s third story in the series. She’s a woman unable to orgasm. You don’t have to read her first two stories – where she tries women, then black men – but this one is her final attempt to cum. As with the other incest stories in this series, this one is violent. There aren’t any explosions or gunfire like the others, but this babe of brutality gets quite physical.

-1-

Ronnie sat alone in his apartment, naked, pumping his big black cock. He wasn’t horny, he was angry. Thoughts of the countless white women he and his brother have had coursed through his mind. In the past year or so, things changed. The amount of women throwing themselves at him decreased; these women seemed to prefer someone else.

Ever since he moved to Charleston, he noticed more and more strange occurrences. All the women that lived near him, who he saw regularly on the beach, didn’t notice him much. They were hanging around younger, not as buff, and not as gigantically muscular as Ronnie, men – their sons.

He was confused at first when he was turned down at a club. He thought it was odd, but kept trying. Woman after woman politely declined, instead opting to dance with another guy. Ronnie saw the resemblance; he figured it out.

Sitting there jacking off, pleasuring himself for the first time in years, Ronnie thought about the near constant stream of sex he had daily. He thought about the last woman he had sex with – Stephanie.

It was several weeks ago. The blonde was walking with another woman and her son along the beach. Ronnie watched her hug the woman and kiss her son goodbye. They departed and Stephanie continued her walk alone.

Ronnie couldn’t remember what he said to her. Something about the weather, something about her bikini, maybe he introduced himself at that first meeting. He couldn’t recall. He remembered that evening though. They went to dinner then went to bed. Ronnie struggled not to cum, he struggled to maintain his stamina for the night – it’d been quite a while since he had pussy. Not knowing when or if he’d get any again, he barely managed to successfully fuck her all night long.

Sucking on her tits, as his orgasm subsided; Stephanie thanked him and stated she had to go. She informed Ronnie her son would be home soon from a short, out-of-town trip. She didn’t say she was her son’s lover, but the way she said it, made Ronnie realize she was using him just like she’d use a dildo as a masturbation technique. This woman wasn’t becoming addicted to him, she wasn’t going to leave anyone for him; she wasn’t going to show up the next night begging for his black cock like so many women before. She was already devoted and addicted to someone – her son.

Ronnie nodded and watched her leave. It wasn’t the nail in the coffin. The death of his brother was.

His brother Rodney was experiencing a similar phenomenon in Miami – his stable of women was drying up, moving away, showing no real interest in him.

Rodney and Ronnie were teammates. They worked together obtaining and fucking as many women as possible. When they both lived in Miami, their apartments were filled with interchangeable women. That, too, decreased. Rodney died in a car wreck attempting to abduct one of the women he enjoyed most.

Ronnie continued masturbating, thinking of his plans. He looked to his left seeing several newly ordered Tasers, still in their box. He was going to do this right. There’d be no mistakes, no car wrecks. He would look for women and take them from their sons.

*******

In Tampa, Cindy lost count of how many punches to the kickboxing bag she did. When her left arm tired, she switched to her right, punching until exhaustion. Next were her legs. First the left then right, kicking over and over until she couldn’t stand.

“Cindy,” her kickboxing instructor interrupted her, over an hour after class ended. “Go home,” he looked upward at the near six foot tall brunette.

“Don’t feel like it,” She kept kicking.

“Please. I’m afraid you won’t have any legs to kick with at my next class,” he joked. “Is everything ok? You’ve been staying late for a few months now.”

“Fine. Just need to relieve stress,” Cindy told a half truth.

Her instructor shrugged and greeted a few students for the next class. A few moments later, Cindy stopped her kicks, caught her breath, grabbed her bag, and left.

On the way home, after a long day on her patrol route, then her kickboxing class, Cindy thought about how good a shower would feel. Afterward, she’d begin her near nightly masturbation ritual. She would choose from her vast collection of anal beads, dildos, and vibrators – all of varying sizes from small to massive.

Arriving home, she peeped in on her 18-year-old son. Collin waved and nodded to his mother. Cindy smiled and headed to her shower.

She felt Collin was integral to an issue she was having. In the shower, she rinsed off and lathered up her tired muscles, moaning slightly when she held her breasts, running her thumb over her erect nipples.

Cindy rubbed her clit thinking of the last orgasm she had – 18 years ago.

It was a rare, but possible, phenomena; having an orgasm during childbirth. Cindy moaned a little louder thinking about it in the hot shower. She was pushing her baby out, her mother and nurses cheering her on. She felt something building, tingling, and burning, possibly due to her vagina being stretched out. She didn’t know or care; she simply recalled how good it felt, approaching two decades ago.

She gave birth, crying of joy and pleasure, her body radiating orgasmic waves after she delivered Collin. It was her first and last orgasm.

Her marriage fell apart, psychiatrists didn’t help, and doctors didn’t help as nothing physically wrong with her was found.

The moment passed in the shower. Cindy’s thoughts returned to her upcoming month. She rinsed her hair thinking of her and Collin traveling to Charleston, South Carolina for two reasons. One was a family reunion she agreed to go to. She hardly ever saw those cousins, rarely ever sending cards or visiting during the holidays, but something inside her made her say “sure, why not,” when invited to the reunion. She put in her time off request at the precinct and looked forward to this trip – not to see her relatives, but to see her second reason.

Several minutes later, Cindy was on the phone with her second reason.

“Rub that pussy,” her best friend, Bea, ordered. “Think of me licking it, eating it. Come on!”

“Mmm, yeah,” Cindy moaned into the phone.

“I can’t wait to see you, when you get here,” The fiery redhead, Bea said, having just moved to the same area as Cindy’s relatives. “I can’t wait to worship your body.”

“Mmm,” Cindy rubbed her clit faster. It felt great, but she knew how this would end – no orgasms.

Bea was helpful, or tried to be. A few years ago she suggested Cindy try sex with women, hoping an orgasm would come from it. Bea offered herself to her friend. Sadly, that didn’t work either. Since then, they’ve been roommates, having daily sex up until Bea moved to Charleston earlier in the year. Cindy was sad to see her go, but knew deep down, her friend, no one, could make her cum.

“Anything?” Bea asked.

“Nope,” Cindy stopped playing with herself.

“Diana, I’m so sorry,” Bea said, using her nickname with Cindy. Bea once told Cindy she reminded her of Wonder Woman in general appearance – Diana being the superhero’s first name.

“It’s fine, Bea. This is how it is. I’m not designed to have an orgasm,” Cindy said, sadness of that fact washing over her.

“Have you met anyone down there?”

“No. Stopped dating, stopped trying. I just do these phone sex calls with you, because well, you’re my friend.”

“What do you think about when you masturbate?” Bea asked.

“I think about the one orgasm I had. Try to remember how it felt, what it was like. It ends up with me recalling giving birth to Collin,” Cindy said.

There was a pause on the other line; Cindy heard Bea’s muffled voice, talking to someone in the room. There was giggling, Cindy assumed it was Bea’s sister.

“What about Collin?” Bea asked.

“What about him?”

“Well, his birth caused you to climax. What if you had sex with him? Maybe you would climax again,” Bea blurted out quickly before Cindy could interrupt or say no.

“Really? That’s your next suggestion?” Cindy rolled her eyes.

“Think about it. You had one giving birth to him, maybe it’s not just his birth that’s key, maybe he himself is the key.”

“Bea, that’s – ”

“Dumb I know. I’m just thinking outside the box. Technically his birth gave you an orgasm; maybe that was a sign that he is the only one that could.”

“That’s illegal, crazy – ”

“Just think about it. I need to go. Can’t wait to see you later this month,” Bea said.

“Fine,” Cindy humored her. They ended their call.

In Bea’s bedroom, she smiled at her naked sister, Bella. “I told her. Maybe she’ll try it,” Bea said.

“Good,” Bella said. She climbed on top of Bea, kissing her passionately. Bea rolled over on top of her, their thighs resting against one another’s pussies – almost nightly sisterly incest would ensue.

Cindy picked a large dildo to use. Normally she’d ride it, using it for a few hours, but Bea’s suggestion caused her to pause before pushing the fat tip inside her. She sighed, actually entertaining the idea of sex with Collin.

“No,” she rolled over, hugging the dildo like a teddy bear. As she drifted off to sleep, an image of Collin, shirtless flashed in her head. She heard herself let out an orgasmic cry. She shook herself and sat up in bed. She rubbed her eyes and left her bedroom, tiptoeing naked to Collin’s room.

“She’s crazy,” Cindy thought, referring to Bea. She opened his door, peeping in on her sleeping son. “I could never hurt you like that.”

Cindy, on her way back to her bedroom, couldn’t help but think Bea might be on to something – something wrong and perverse, but something indeed. Maybe not only was Collin’s birth key, but he himself was.

She licked all over the dildo, ready to shove it inside her, but stopped. “What if – no!” she tossed the dildo away.

Restless, light sleep eventually found Cindy. Bea’s suggestion echoed in her mind.

-2-

The next day Cindy responded to a domestic disturbance call at a trailer park. She followed protocol and called for backup, waiting patiently for it to arrive. It happened to be the Captain of the precinct. When he arrived, they nodded to one another and walked toward the trailer in question.

“We ain’t hurtin’ nobody!” a large, overweight woman, wearing only a nightgown yelled at Cindy a few minutes later.

When she answered the door, it was easy for the officers to smell the smoke of marijuana. They asked if they could enter the home, a short, small man only wearing boxers told his wife to “let them in, we ain’t got nothing to hide.”

As they entered, Cindy saw him frantically attempt to hide his marijuana bags.

Cindy pointed it out and an argument followed. The Captain handcuffed the woman. Her little husband charged at Cindy. She squatted, caught, and then slammed him to his back, knocking the air out of him.

“You be careful with him!” his huge wife yelled. Cindy cuffed him and helped him to his feet.

“This is the privacy of our home! So what if we smoke some! We’re mindin’ our own business, we ain’t hurtin’ anyone!” she continued to yell all the way to the Captain’s patrol car.

She broke free of his grip and ran off, Cindy was close enough to extend her foot and trip the large piece of trailer park trash. “Oops,” Cindy grinned, receiving a thank you from her Captain.

*******

That night Cindy pulled a large dildo out of her, once again thinking of her last orgasm during Collin’s birth. She was on the phone with Bea who just came off an orgasm herself. Cindy waited for Bea to catch her breath.

“Whew, that was good. Thank you,” Bea said.

“Sure,” Cindy licked the tip of the dildo of her pussy juices and tossed it.

“Aww, I’m sorry,” Bea apologized. “Have you thought anymore of my newest suggestion?”

“No. I mean, yes, I have. And no, I’m not committing incest.”

“Big D, can’t you think about it more?”

“Big D?”

“Yeah, Diana. You’re large,” Bea giggled on the other end.

“You’re silly. Insane too,” Cindy stroked another dildo sticking on top of the bedside table with its suction cup base.

“I know it’s not normal, but it’d be consensual. You two wouldn’t be hurting anyone,” Bea said. Cindy’s eyes widened, words from the redneck at the trailer park call that day rang in her ears.

“You know? It’d be in private, just you and him, enjoying it. A victimless crime,” Bea continued.

“Like pot.”

“Huh?”

“We arrested a couple today. They were smoking pot in their trailer. The wife said something similar about smoking.”

“Right. See? They weren’t hurting anyone, just enjoying themselves. Shame it’s illegal in your state still,” Bea said.

“Yeah.”

“But you and Collin wouldn’t be hurting anyone either.”

“It’d be psychological pain. We’d be hurting each other that way – guilt, shame over what we did.”

“Not unless you talk to him first, tell him your situation, ask if he can help. Who knows? He may be interested. If not, well, at least you tried,” Bea encouraged her friend.

They ended their call a few moments later, Cindy cutting Bea off, thanking her, telling her she needs sleep. Cindy rolled over, once again holding a huge dildo like a teddy bear. She wondered about Collin’s openness to incest. She assumed he’d be sickened by it. Moving to her back, Cindy couldn’t help but think that she herself wouldn’t be sickened by it. It’d be wrong, horrible, trashy, but she wouldn’t be grossed out by him.

After their call, Bea entered the shower, joining her sister, grabbing and squeezing a breast.

“Any luck?” Bella asked.

“Nope. It’ll take time I suppose.”

“Maybe when they come up here for that family reunion, things will happen,” Bella said.

“Maybe. They’ll be staying with us though.”

“Mmm,” Bella deeply kissed her sister. “Can’t wait to get her in bed with us again.”

“One-on-one sessions, first. Remember? I wished I could make her cum.”

“Maybe her son will,” Bella said. The two sisters kissed, steam from the shower enveloping them.

*******

Ronnie unlocked and slid open a large door to an abandoned warehouse. He was able to make a deal with the property owners, lying about his intentions for renovating it for them to sell. He was surprised he pulled it off. He’d been eyeing the building for a while, driving by it, peeking in some of the office windows that weren’t boarded up. The warehouse itself was just outside of town, not far from creeks and marshlands.

He tugged at his big black dick, walking around the complex, taking note of its insides. He walked up a steel staircase to the second floor. Ronnie surmised warehouse managers sat up there, overlooking the facility, long, long ago.

There was a large hole in the roof. Ronnie could see where rain poured in. There was water damage on the floor of the second story overlook. He could see floor boards rotting away. Ronnie looked up through a hole in the ceiling next, fluffy, white clouds visible against the blue sky. He saw a bird’s nest near the hole situated on a beam.

He whipped his cock out and casually stroked himself, thinking of his plans. He decided to bring the women to this second floor overlook area. The office is where their cages would be. Ronnie thought about setting up a simple table in the middle of the overlook. This would be where he would rape them. Standing against the railing, looking over the empty warehouse, Ronnie decided when he was done, this would be where he would hang them, one-by-one, with his belt.

-3-

The next night, Cindy’s bed was slamming against the wall. She was riding the biggest dildo she owned. “Come on!” she closed her eyes, grit her teeth, fucking the dildo as hard as she could.

She didn’t care if she woke Collin. “Come on!” she thought of an orgasm traveling through her body. Nothing happened.

Cindy went to her back, grabbing the base of the dildo, plunging it in and out of her “Come on!” She thought of Collin being born, the pleasure radiating through her. Nothing happened.

That led to single thought. Collin on top of her; his cock plunging in and out of her instead of the dildo. Cindy’s eye’s shot open, she stopped fucking herself. For a split second she thought she felt something – something incredible brought on by thoughts of her son.

“No,” she whispered, pulling the dildo out, tossing it aside. Her hands traveled up her stomach, over her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She thought of Collin again, sucking her tits then kissing her.

“No!” she shook the image from her head and climbed under the covers, angry at herself.

*******

“Well?” Bea asked on the phone the next night. “How are things progressing? You’ll be here soon for your family reunion. Think you and Collin will be a couple by then?”

“Ha! A couple? First it was just sleeping with him, now you’re suggesting we’d be a couple?” Cindy laughed, sitting up naked in bed.

“Well, yeah. I mean why wouldn’t you be? He’s your son and you’d be crossing that line with him. I don’t see how it could be a one-time thing. If I had to guess, he’s the key to making you cum again, therefore, you’ll be his woman.”

“Bea,” Cindy shook her head on the other end of the call.

“Just imagine him inside you, making you climax so very good, then he says he loves you, and then – ”

“That’s enough. I need to go. We’ll talk later.”

“Wait! I’ve failed you two times. Both of my suggestions for things to try have failed. This is my third and final suggestion. I feel that if you and Collin become lovers, not just mom and son, you will have an orgasm every time you two make love. He gave you one when he was born.”

There was a long pause on Cindy’s end. “Alright, like I said, that’s enough. I need to go. Talk to you later.”

“Yes. And we’ll see you soon,” Bea hung up.

“That sounded good,” a naked Bella entered the room, after stepping out of the shower, crawling onto the bed. “But you and I aren’t a couple.”

“You and I aren’t mom and son. We’re sisters who have sex with one another. Now shut up and give me that pussy, bitch,” Bea said.

“Ooh, so rude,” Bella grinned, turning around, getting into a 69-position with Bea.

Cindy paced back and forth in her room. This entire idea from Bea had been swimming in her mind since she brought it up. “What if it was consensual? No one would know. No one would be hurt. What if we eased into it slowly? We could get used to one another sexually before going all the way. What if Bea is right? What if Collin gives me an orgasm from sex for the first time?”

Cindy sat on the edge of her bed, “What if we became lovers? No. This is stupid. I’m desperate, that’s all.”

She paced around a bit more. “I could at least tell him of my problem. See what he says.”

*******

Cindy went a couple days without calling Bea. She texted her friend a simple “can’t talk. thinking.”

Collin noticed his mom seemed distracted. On her day off Cindy didn’t go to the gym. She cleaned the house, appearing to keep herself busy.

She was busy at the kitchen sink scrubbing dishes frantically later in the day when Collin approached. Cindy heard a soft “hey” followed by a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, hi,” Cindy glanced over her shoulder to her son, a couple inches shorter than her.

“Mom, you ok? You’ve been really busy on your day off,” Collin asked.

“I’m fine,” Cindy lied, not turning to face her son.

“Alright, well, I don’t have anything going on tonight. If you want to hang out, I’ll be around,” Collin offered.

Guilt overcame her for being short with him. She turned around, “Collin.”

“Hmm?”

Cindy rushed to him, pulling him in for a hard hug. “Sorry. Yes I’d love that.”

Collin nodded up at his mother, smiling softly. “No worries.”

Cindy played with his hair, touched his cheek, thinking how great of a son he’s been. She stopped, assuming Bea’s suggestion was messing with her mind.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about. Something about me,” Cindy said.

“Something wrong?” Collin asked with a look of concern on his face.

“Sort of. Nothing major or life threatening. Frustrating if anything,” Cindy smiled.

“Oh. Uh, well, sure, you can talk to me about whatever you want.”

“Ok, let’s heat up some leftovers. We’ll chat after dinner.”

*******

Ronnie purchased several dog crates designed for large breeds. He reasoned an adult woman would fit in them. It’d be cramped and horribly uncomfortable. He didn’t care. He would tie their wrists together so they couldn’t let themselves out.

The dog crates were lining the back wall of the run-down office on the second floor. Ronnie positioned a table several feet away from the door, directly under the large hole in the roof. He’d have his fun with them there, reminding them of what they are missing out on, what he can offer them.

Ronnie inspected the weak area in the floor, lightly stepping on it, observing how easy it gave away. He made sure to avoid the area, lest he wanted to fall through to the first floor.

His sick little area, where he would take mothers and keep them, hurt them, hang them, then bury them was turning out quite nicely.

-4-

“So, you wanted to talk to me about something?” Collin said, watching his mother sit next to him on the couch, tucking her feet under her.

“Yes.”

“Ok,” he waited. “Well?”

“Um, I’ll be right back,” Cindy headed to the kitchen, searching for any booze they had. She found some vodka Bea left a few months ago. Cindy opened and poured herself a shot. Downing it quickly, she poured another shot, then finally a third.

“That should do it,” She wiped her mouth, rejoining Collin on the couch.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“I want, or need, to talk to you about something I’ve been going through my whole life. Only a couple doctors and Bea and Bella know about it.”

“Mom, are you sure nothing is wrong.”

“It’s ok. It’s nothing life threatening, nothing serious, it’s just,” Cindy paused. “Somewhat sad.”

“Mom,” Collin placed his hand on hers.

“You’re sweet, it’s ok though,” Cindy patted his hand. She thought for a moment before proceeding.

“We’re both adults now. You’re eighteen, you know how the birds and the bees work. The issue I’ve had my entire life pertains to that.”

“Oh, I see,” Collin nodded. “Hmm. Ok.”

“Again, it’s nothing life-threatening. But,” Cindy cleared her throat. “I’m unable to, I haven’t had, um, an orgasm. I’m unable to have one. You know what an – ”

“Yes, yes I do, Mom,” Collin held up his hand. “I know what one is.”

“Anyway, I don’t have them. You’re not an idiot. You know when Bea and Bella lived with us before they moved to Charleston, you know they shared a bed with me.”

“It’s fine, I know. No need to go into details. If you’re a lesbian, it’s fine, really,” Collin said.

“No, no I’m not. I mean, I don’t think I am. What I’m getting at is, I was trying different things. I’ve talk to doctors, nothing is physically wrong with me. I even met briefly with a shrink. I didn’t like it, so I stopped. And, well, Bea and I became intimate, hoping that would do it. Nothing worked,” Cindy explained.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you. I’m sorry about your issues with that stuff though.”

“It’s fine. I wanted to let you know that while I can’t have one, I have had one. Only one. The only orgasm I’ve ever had was a little over eighteen years ago.”

Collin cleared his throat, slightly uncomfortable with this conversation. “That’s a long time. I’m really sorry to hear that.”

“It was when I gave birth to you.”

Collin’s eyes widened. “Um, wow. Ok.”

“It’s rare, but apparently it’s been known to happen – women having an orgasm during childbirth. Bea has been trying to help me, offering suggestions, things like that. She even,” Cindy gave a fake laugh. “She even said you were the cause of the orgasm and maybe you’d be the only person to give me one now.”

“What did she mean?”

“It’s dumb. She was joking that you and I could, uh, know you, and well, I’d have an orgasm if we uh – ”

“Did it?”

“Right. Heh, did it.”

“Oh,” Collin looked away nodding his head.

“She suggested that you and I have sex. That you were the key in giving me an orgasm. I think she was drunk or something,” Cindy tried to make it sound like Bea wasn’t serious, even though she was.

“Yeah, that’s crazy,” Collin said, still not looking at his mom.

“I know. Real crazy.”

He glanced at her then looked away again, “Yeah.”

“She wanted me to think about it. I can’t believe it, but I actually did. I guess that’s what’ll happen after eighteen years of not having an orgasm – maybe I’d try anything.”

“You mean, you’d actually want to do that with me?”

Cindy shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s wrong and crazy.”

“Yep.”

“Would you help out? I mean, would you be willing to even think about doing that with me?” Cindy asked.

“No. No way,” Collin glanced at her. “I don’t know,” he shrugged.

Cindy nodded, her eyes lowered. “Alright. I just wanted to talk to you about it. In case you ever see me in a bad mood or acting strange or frantic, you’ll know what’s mostly likely on my mind.”

“Yeah, thanks for letting me know. I think.”

Cindy smiled, patted her son’s leg and headed to the kitchen. She grabbed the bottle of vodka and went to her bedroom.

An hour later, after several large chugs of vodka, Cindy stood in front of her bathroom mirror in a matching black bra and thong. She smiled at herself and retrieved a pillowcase. She left her room and headed to Collin’s.

She knocked on the door a couple times. Collin opened it seeing a tall, muscular woman with a pillowcase over her head.

“Well?” Cindy asked. “If I cover my face, would it make it easier?”

Collin laughed and pulled the pillowcase off her head.

“I figured if I was wearing it, you couldn’t see my face and it’d be easier for you.”

“Mom, your face is just fine. It looks great,” he glanced at her body. “All of you looks great. You could pass for Wonder Woman – just like Bea says.”

“Thank you. Maybe we could just hang out. Watch a movie or something,” Cindy suggested, extending her arm.

“Sure,” Collin took it and walked with her downstairs.

They ate ice cream, Cindy still in her underwear, sitting against her son. After the movie ended, empty cartons of ice cream next to them, Collin spoke up.

“You know, you do look great. I was serious,” he said.

“Collin,” Cindy smiled, touching his face. “That means a lot coming from you. Thank you.”

He put his arm around her, kissing her head. “I’m sorry you have trouble in that particular department.”

“I’m just glad I’ve had you in my life all these years. You’ve been wonderful,” Cindy said.

“Wished I could help, but you know, it’s – ”

“Weird. I know. I wouldn’t force it on you,” Cindy said.

“I mean, do you want me to?”

Cindy sat up, her hand resting on his thigh. “Do I want us to do that? Have sex? I don’t know,” Cindy shrugged. “I honestly don’t know, even if it meant I’d have an orgasm.”

He smiled, unsure of what to say. He held her for a few more minutes. Collin turned off the TV, extended his hand, and they headed to their bedrooms.

“I love you, Collin,” Cindy was hugging him at her door. “Thank you for listening to me.”

“It’s fine, Mom. I love you too,” they ended their hug, Cindy kissing on the cheek.

“Goodnight,” She entered her room, Collin looking at her ass.

Cindy hooked her thumbs in her thong to pull it down, removing it, when she saw Collin watching her. She stopped, smiling at him.

“Sorry,” he blushed. “Goodnight.”

*******

The next day Cindy was kicking the bag over and over again. This time it wasn’t out of anger and pent up frustration, but out of hopefulness, determination, and overall happiness. She felt like a weight had been lifted by telling Collin of her orgasm problem. His reaction of not being thoroughly grossed out by Bea’s suggestion, plus the look he gave her when they said goodnight, made Cindy think her son might actually entertain the idea of incest. Her own thoughts toward it, while still feeling it was wrong and sick, viewed it more as a potential solution – a treatment for her issue.

That day in Charleston, Ronnie was busy studying, watching the women on the beach near his home. As he suspected they were with their sons. He saw a group of brunettes, in their bikinis, with younger men, playing volleyball, playing in the ocean, or sitting with each other. He heard a few of the guys call out “mom” here and there while addressing them. He saw an older brunette handing out sandwiches, in a motherly fashion, to younger guys. They all had dark hair; he presumed they were her nephews. He didn’t know for sure, but he watched them all afternoon.

He watched where they headed when they left the beach. Ronnie took note of the neighborhood, deciding to drive around inside it that night.

-5-

“Does this hurt?” Cindy asked, sitting on top of Collin, rubbing his back the next night.

“Nah, Mom, feels fine,” he answered.

Cindy continued massaging his shoulders and back. “You looking forward to our Charleston trip later this month? I know it’ll be nice to see Bea and Bella.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Our family too. It’s been many years since I’ve seen them. I was kinda of shocked they reached out to me to invite us to this reunion. I’m more than looking forward to seeing Bea and Bella though.”

“Yeah, we’re closer with them I guess,” Collin closed his eyes, enjoying his mother’s massage.

“Oh by the way, I don’t have ulterior motives for giving you this massage.”

“Huh?”

Cindy leaned down, whispering in his ear, “I’m not trying to seduce you.”

“Oh, right. No, I know you aren’t. Just being nice to me,” He said.

“You got it. Have you thought more about what I said though?” Cindy asked, hopping off Collin, letting him sit up.

“Sorta,” he shrugged.

“Yeah? What would happen? How would it happen?”

“Uh, are you talking birds and bee’s stuff?” Collin asked.

“No, no,” Cindy laughed. “I mean us getting to that point of crossing the line. Having intercourse.”

“Um, well, I supposed we’d have to date?”

“Date? Sure, why not. What else? We’d have to look at each other and think of one another not as parent and child. I guess flirting would be involved.”

“That too. I don’t know, maybe some kind of romantic evening to see if it’d be too weird,” Collin added.

“Right. That’s one option. Or we could be more affectionate with each other. Maybe some kisses here and there,” She jabbed at his side.

“Ha, right.”

“It’s a lot to think about. Doing something like that, or working toward it.”

“Did you ever figure out why you don’t have a, you know, orgasm?” Collin lowered his voice.

“No. There’s something wrong up here,” Cindy pointed to her head. “The doctors have examined me and run tests. They have found nothing wrong with my parts down there. Everything works normally, nothing unusual. So it must be something in my head. When I gave birth to you, maybe I was so overjoyed to see you, my mind allowed me to have one. Or maybe when you came out, you pressed against me in there in a certain way that caused it to happen.”

“Whoa,” Collin held up his hand.

“Sorry, too much graphic info,” Cindy grinned.

“If we did it. What would it be like afterward?” Collin asked.

“If we had sex? Well, I suppose,” Cindy took a deep breath. “It’s so wrong and bizarre. I’d be afraid you’d hate me or I’d hate myself. I’d be afraid our relationship would be forever ruined.”

“I could never hate you, Mom.”

“I could never hate you. But I could hate myself for doing it – incest with you.”

“I wouldn’t want you to feel that way.”

“Me neither. How would you feel if you and I had sex? Would you feel angry at yourself or weird?” Cindy asked.

“I guess it depends. I guess if we work toward it. It’d be 100% consensual.”

“Of course.”

“I think you’re a beautiful woman. If I didn’t see you as my mother, maybe it wouldn’t be too weird. I’d be helping this older woman out with this problem she has – or at least trying to help.”

“I’m sure you’d do just fine,” Cindy smiled. “Part of me thinks, if we did it, we wouldn’t experience horrible, negative feelings afterward.”

“Yeah, I kinda feel the same way,” Collin extended his arm, holding her against him.

“So, does this mean you are thinking about it?”

Collin laughed, “You aren’t gross. I’ll say that much.”

“Well, at least that’s something,” Cindy chuckled, hugging him tightly.

*******

Ronnie was at the club the next night, watching the same group of brunette moms. They were all dressed up, dancing, drinking, enjoying a girl’s night out. He was able to deduce, by eavesdropping on their conversation from a nearby table, that they were sisters. They were chattering on and on, mentioning various male names. One of them said “my son,” “your son,” and so on, followed by talk of sex acts. One of them shushed another, telling her to keep her voice down. They bickered a bit, one of them was drunk, stating no one was paying attention or listening to her. She was wrong, Ronnie picked up on most of their conversation, pretending to be playing on his phone in the booth behind theirs.

He heard them mention a family reunion and a cousin named Cindy. One of them asked about Cindy’s son. Ronnie nodded.

When they all left a little later, Ronnie followed. He managed to stay back, in his car, long enough to park near their neighborhood. He was in a parking lot about a quarter mile away. He got out and walked.

In the bushes, with binoculars, Ronnie spied on the mothers. He shook his head, disgusted that they didn’t even close the blinds. Each house he spied on he watched them walk through the house, not a care in the world, undressing as they made their way to a bedroom. The big, beautiful houses lit up one-by-one, mothers entering their bedroom, to take care of their sons all night.

He could see a few couples fucking, a mother on top, riding and bouncing on a dick. Ronnie snuck through the dark alleys between the beach homes. He heard muffled cries of pleasure coming from the inside. Ronnie was able to see into one’s backyard pool area. One of the women, the one who was drunk and talking loudly about her son, was on all fours in the shallow end of the pool. She was getting fucked from behind by, Ronnie assumed, the son she was talking about. He watched the woman climax, anger building inside him. It wouldn’t be long before he would take these mothers from their sons and show them what they were missing. He tugged at his dick and headed back to his car.

-6-

“Am I too heavy?” Cindy asked the next night, in her pajama shorts and tank top, straddling Collin on the couch.

“Nah, you’re good.”

“Do you have any questions for me?”

“About your condition?”

“Anything really. The ‘condition’ or maybe what I’ve done to try to fix it or this whole incest idea Bea suggested.”

“Bea. So you and her?”

“Don’t be silly, Collin. You know she slept in my bed when she and Bella lived with us. That woman,” Cindy shook her head. “She tried to help me every single night. All night.”

“Ok, ok, I get it.”

“Bella too. Both them, they,” Cindy thought about all those nights Bea and Bella worshiped her body, each sucking a breast, kissing down to her pussy. “They tried to help me. Nothing we did worked. No toys worked either.”

“You have toys?”

“Sex toys, yes. I have a large collection of them. You know what a dildo is right?”

“Ha! Yes, Mom, I know. Vibrator?”

“I have a couple of those too. Battery operated. Again, Collin, nothing worked,” Cindy’s eyes lowered, her hand running over Collin’s shirt-covered chest. “I can’t tell you how many times – ” she stopped.

“What? How many times you what?”

Cindy looked him directly in his eyes. “How many times I masturbated.”

“Really?”

“I do it almost every night, Collin. I know it’s pointless. I know it won’t work, but in the back of my mind I think that someday it might. I even thought about what Bea suggested – me and you – and believe it or not I actually briefly thought of you while doing it. I stopped myself. Felt weird.”

Collin’s mouth hung open. “O-ok.”

“Sorry, too much info again, right?”

“Uh no. I guess I didn’t realize you were that desperate to uh, you know.”

“To orgasm?” she looked into his eyes again. “To cum?”

“Yeah, that.”

“You can use the slang term if you want. It’s just me.”

“Alright,” Collin rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’ve all but given up. Stopped dating, only play with myself with my fingers or my toys. I’ll have phone sex with Bea to humor her, but that’s about it.”

Collin nodded, processing everything.
“Anyway, it’s late. Let’s go to bed. Walk me to my room,” his mother smiled, getting off him, extending her hand.

Collin complied, silently walking his mom to her bedroom door again. Cindy hugged him, kissing his cheek. “It was nice spending more time with you.”

“Yeah it was.”

“Collin? Can I try something?”

“Like what?”

“Don’t worry, nothing too scary.”

“Uh ok, sure.”

“Close your eyes. Don’t worry,” Cindy said. Collin did as was told. Cindy paused a moment, looking to her son, a couple inches shorter than her. She took a deep breath and slowly kissed his lips. She closed her eyes, letting her lips stick to his. She felt her spine tingle then ended the kiss.

“There,” she smiled. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Collin’s eyes fluttered open. “No, Mom. Wasn’t bad at all.”

She bit her bottom lip, “I swear I’m not trying to seduce you.”

“No, I know, Mom. It was great. Very nice.”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetie.”

After closing her bedroom door, Cindy stripped naked, grabbed her phone and called Bea.

Bea and Bella were covered in sweat, having rubbed pussies, scissoring for a few hours. Bea collapsed, out-of-breath, and answered the phone.

“You busy? Sounds like it,” Cindy said.

“Oh, not busy, had to run to catch the phone,” Bea lied. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to let you know things are getting interesting with Collin.”

“Oh? Is he into the incest idea too?”

“Not sure. If so, it’s not 100%, but it could be getting there. I can’t believe I’m actually thinking you’re onto something with your idea.”

“See? I’ve failed you twice, third time’s the charm!”

“Right,” Cindy rolled her eyes. “Anyway, we’ll be up soon for that reunion. Who knows what’ll happen before then.”

“Ok,” Bea smiled. “You have a good night. I have a special friend over.”

“Ah, I see. I should’ve known. Goodnight,” Cindy laughed, ending the call.

“She still doesn’t know about us?” Bella asked.

“Nah. All those three ways we had, she never suspected anything. But when she arrives here, my sweet sis, we will show her our little secret in person,” Bea grinned.

-7-

It was the night before Cindy and Collin’s drive up to South Carolina from Florida. In her tank top and panties, she was lying on Collin’s chest in his bed.

“Do you think I’m too tall?” she asked her son.

“Of course not. You mean for sex?”

“In general, really.”

“I don’t think you’re too tall. Wished I was taller.”

“I think you’re perfect the way you are.”

“Thanks. But you’re a little biased though.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Cindy rose to her elbow, caressing his face.

“So I’d just move in with you? We’d share a bed?” Collin asked.

Cindy smiled. “Ah that. Yes. If we became lovers, Collin, you’d definitely be in my bed every night.”

“Sounds scary,” he joked.

“Oh it would be. I have quite a sexual appetite. I don’t have orgasms from it, but I still want it. Weird how that works.”

“Yeah.”

“I’d be worried that you wouldn’t be able to get married or be a father. Part of me thinks if we had sex and became lovers, that you’d miss out on normal stuff,” Cindy said.

“I’d be more scared that I WOULDN’T want that. What if you wanted to remarry?”

“I’d be afraid that once we cross that line I wouldn’t want those normal things either,” Cindy admitted.

“I don’t know of any mom and son couples. I don’t know how it works,” Collin said.

“Then I guess we’d simply have to be together forever,” Cindy smiled. She rolled on her back, “Kiss me.”

“Huh?”

“I kissed you the other night. I’d like you to try kissing me. On the lips. See how it feels from your end,” Cindy closed her eyes. “Come on. Don’t be shy. It’s just me.”

“Heh, yeah,” Collin gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“Collin! You can do better than that. Pretend I’m a woman you love and you have taken your lady to bed,” his mother said.

Collin shrugged.

“I’m your lady,” his mother said. “You’ve taken me to bed. Please kiss me.”

Collin took a deep breath, looking to her lips, her closed eyes, then down to her chest, watching it go up and down with each breath. He gulped, closed his eyes and moved toward her lips.

Cindy felt her spine tingle again. His lips pressed softly against hers. She touched his face and increased the pressure. She pulled him in, their lips pressed firmly against one another’s now. They were forgetting to breathe out of their noses.

“See?” Cindy broke the kiss, holding Collin against her face, his mouth breathing into hers. “See, we can kiss like this, right?”

“Mmhmm,” Collin agreed, kissing her again, drawing in air through his nose this time.

The kisses came one right after another. Before Cindy knew it, tongues were involved; lapping against one another and licking lips.

Collin placed a hand on her tummy, continuing to kiss her. His hand slid under her tank top, resting on her abs. Cindy moaned, grabbing his head with both hands, thoroughly making out with him.

Collin rubbed her tummy. Cindy quickly pulled her shirt up then pushed his hand. “You can do it, if you want,” she whispered.

Collin resumed kissing her, sliding his hand further north. His fingers touched part of her breast; his mother moaned into his mouth.

“Do it,” she urged him.

Collin’s hand covered a breast, squeezing softly, feeling the erect nipple against his palm. “Yes,” Cindy broke the kiss, gasping for air.

Collin kissed at her neck next. Cindy turned her head to the side, her body tingling all over, as Collin massaged a breast. She wondered if Bea was right all along. Collin is who was needed to make her cum.

She stopped him, rolling on top of him, flinging her shirt off and lowered her tits to his face. Collin’s hands roamed over her back, while he licked, kissed, and sucked her breasts.

“Oh, Collin, yes,” she whispered. Cindy felt something, something other than an erection against her panties. She felt like she could lose herself with him. She felt like she could give her body to Collin every day.

She slid down his body, her breasts coming out of his mouth, and kissed him harder than before. Cindy felt like he could easily make her cum. She thought about why and how when her cell phone ringing shook her back to reality.

It rang several times before Cindy broke the kiss, annoyingly grabbing her phone. It was a cousin from Charleston, the one that invited her to the reunion.

“Hi, yes. Looking forward to it,” Cindy sat on the edge of Collin’s bed on her phone. “Huh uh. Sounds great. We’ll leave around 3am. Yeah I’m up early everyday anyway, so it’s fine.”

Cindy stood, picking up her tank top, flinging it over her shoulder, “Alright, wonderful. See you and everyone else then.”

She ended the call, standing in Collin’s doorway. “Sorry about all that before the phone call. Got carried away. We’re leaving really early tomorrow; I better get some sleep.”

Collin nodded, watching his topless mother leave his room. He lay down, his heart racing, trying to make sense of what just happened.

Arriving to her room, Cindy kicked off her panties and climbed into bed. “Bea is right. Collin is the answer.”

-8-

Collin slept almost half the way there the following morning. As Cindy drove from their Tampa home, thinking about the events from the previous night, she’d glance at him and smile.

Past Jacksonville, they stopped for breakfast. They were quiet as they ate. Cindy could tell Collin felt awkward. She didn’t and acted as though nothing happened.

“So, tell me, how experienced are you?” Cindy asked, ten minutes into the drive after breakfast.

“Not very.”

“What does that mean? Collin, are you a virgin? Have you played around?” his mother asked.

“I’m not a virgin,” Collin replied, not really wanting to go into it.

“I really enjoyed last night,” Cindy said, changing the subject to the two of them. “I thought it was really sweet and loving. I think we were headed to crossing a line. Had I not got that phone call, we might have.”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t have to feel shy around me. You can relax.”

“Alright,” Collin kept looking out the passenger side window.

“I don’t care if you aren’t experienced. That is, if we took it that far. If we had sex.”

Collin remained quiet.

“Did you enjoy last night? Our little session?”

Collin nodded.

“Do you think you’d want to do it again?”

He nodded once more.

Cindy smiled, driving along. “Well, if you want we can see how far it goes. Chances are though, I’ll be having a lot of sex on this trip.”

“Huh?” Collin looked over to his mother.

“Bea and Bella. Unless of course you wanted to play with me instead.”

“Oh, right,” Collin returned watching the trees zoom by on the interstate. “Maybe.”

“Let me know. No pressure.”

*******

Two bikini-clad women, one a short, dyed-red hair, and the other a taller blonde, greeted Cindy and Collin.

They led them inside after many hugs and kisses. They unpacked, each had their own rooms in Bea’s new home then they sat and chatted a bit.

Bella emerged dressed and pulled Collin off the couch. “We’re going to the store. We need stuff for dinner tonight.”

“Alright,” Collin smiled, following Bella.

The second the door closed, Bea lunged at Cindy straddling her, kissing her, ripping off her own bikini top. They said nothing, Cindy standing, taking the smaller woman to bed. She slammed her down, tore off her clothes, aligned her pussy up with Bea’s and went at it as hard as she could. Bea was cumming in seconds.

Cindy sat on the bed, Bea straddling her, and sucked on Bea’s tits. “I missed you too,” Cindy said, popping a nipple out of her mouth.

Bella and Collin arrived an hour later from the store. Bella sent a text to let them know they were there, Bea’s phone buzzing on the bedside table, signaling them to keep it down some.

Bella and Collin changed into bathing suits after putting the groceries away. They played volleyball in the pool, Bella occasionally hearing a muffled cry of pleasure coming from her sister.

Bea emerged an hour later in her bikini. She jumped into the pool, swimming to her sister. “You’re turn,” she grinned. Collin watched Bella get out of the pool, removing her top before she walked into the house.

“Wanna go to the beach?” Bea asked.

“Sure,” Collin answered.

Bella’s muffled cries were heard next as Bea and Collin walked out of the fence, making their way to the beach.

“We love your mother, we really do,” Bea said, riding around on Collin’s back in the water. “We’ve been trying to help her.”

“I know. She told me about her problem.”

“Bella and I are going to talk more about it with her tonight. There’s something we need to tell her that may help.”

“Help?”

Bea climbed off his back, swimming to his front, wrapping her legs around him in the water. “Help her see how common and how wonderful incest is.”

Collin was confused.

“I think you are what she needs in every way. I think you and her will have a wonderful life together.”

Collin slowly nodded.

They played in the ocean a little longer, before heading back to Bea’s house.

Bella and Cindy were sweaty and tired. Bella was lying in her arm, kissing Cindy’s nearest breast. “Can’t wait for the two of us to fuck you tonight.”

“Should be fun,” Cindy said, wiping her forehead.

“There’s something we need to talk to you about,” Bella added. “Something I think you’ll like.”

“Heh, alright.”

Bella and Cindy showered, joining Bea and Collin in the kitchen preparing dinner. Cindy hugged her son from behind, kissing his cheek.

They ate dinner together, chatted about Bea and Bella’s lovely new home, talked about how friendly the neighborhood is. Bea didn’t live far from the family reunion Cindy and Collin were attending the next day.

After walking on the beach, watching the sunset, they headed back to the house. Bea and Bella retired leaving Cindy and Collin on the couch.

Collin fell asleep in her arms. She held him on the couch, savoring his warmth. After an hour or so, Cindy starting to fade, she walked Collin to bed before she herself fell asleep.

After tucking him in, she undressed in his room. She gathered her shirt and shorts, tossing her thong onto Collin’s pillow.

Bea and Bella were still awake, naked, waiting for her. “We’ll be quiet,” Bea said, approaching Cindy, guiding her to their bed, covering her in kisses.

Cindy moaned, arms extended, lying on her back, the two women worshiping her body. They licked and kissed over every muscle. They worked their way up, each taking a breast to their mouths. Cindy felt no urge to climax, but loved the attention from her friends.

“Cindy,” Bea spoke up. “I bet you’re wondering why I suggested incest.”

“A little.”

The sisters smiled at one another, their lips touching, which led to mouths opening, and tongues invading. Cindy watched them kiss, fondle, caress one another. Finally, they 69’d, Cindy’s pussy dripping wet while watching them.

The sisters locked their legs around each other. They did their best to be quiet, all while forgetting Cindy was there, watching them.

They kissed each other during their orgasms in attempt to muffle their moans of pleasure.

“How long?” Cindy asked.

Bella kissed along Cindy’s neck, whispering in her ear, “A few years.”

“We’ve done a good job of keeping it secret from everyone,” Bea added.

The three women shared a passionate kiss. “Are you two lovers? A couple?” Cindy asked.

“No,” Bea answered. “Bella has her friends, I have mine, but this is how we show love to each other – through sex.”

“Makes sense now. Why you suggested Collin and I do this.”

“Yes, but you are his mom. I suspected a mother and son would want to be a couple – I don’t see how they couldn’t be. It’d be far more intimate. Unless of course, you planned it out. He or you would go on to get married, only having sex when you can and won’t get caught.”

“Or you could move in here,” Bella blurted out.

“Ha, yes, there’s that too,” Bea added.

Cindy unwrapped her arm around Bella, grabbing and squeezing Bea’s breast, bringing it to her mouth. “Maybe.”

*******

That night, Ronnie dug shallow graves outside of his rundown warehouse. He dug ten graves, the dirt piled next to each one. He had no idea how many mothers he’d be able to abduct. He was assuming at least five.

The next day he would go hunting. Most of it would consist of more watching and following. But he would bring his Tasers, his SUV would be cleaned out, making enough room for their bodies. He was unable to purchase a gun in a timely fashion, so a baseball bat was brought along in case the Tasers malfunctioned or broke.

Ronnie removed his shirt, wiping sweat from his massive, muscular body. He tugged his at his dick again, thinking about fucking these women all night – his psychosis fully setting in.

-9-

It was such a strange event. Cindy didn’t know what to make of her family at the reunion. Some of them, cousins, she hadn’t seen in years. There was something very odd about them though. Collin picked up on it too.

There were no husbands. There were no men over the age of thirty. Early to mid-20s seemed to be the oldest age range, eighteen being the youngest. The women, all brunettes, all shorter than Cindy, were in their late 30s up to mid-40s. However, they all looked fabulous. No gray hair, barely any noticeable wrinkles. Their bodies were in incredible shape. They didn’t compare to the Wonder Woman-like physique of Cindy, but they certainly had fitness model or stripper bodies.

Everyone seemed too happy too. While she hadn’t seen many of them in years, they hugged her and Collin, pulling them in with the group like it’d been only days since they last saw their best friend – Cindy. She was confused by it, smiling awkwardly, her and Collin hugging them back, not sure what to think. The males approached Collin, a couple of them had to re-introduce themselves to him; it’d been since he was a toddler since he saw a couple of them.

Things got interesting later on. Cindy, always observant, apparently not enough to see Bea and Bella were lovers, noticed the mothers and sons behaved differently. It was subtle; a hand placement here, a caress there, a hug or peck on the cheek or lips. She noticed one of the mother’s sitting next to her son, her hand on his thigh, his arm around her after dinner. “They’re like couples,” Cindy thought. She glanced at Collin. Their eyes met, he looked away.

The way they talked to her, asking her questions about Collin and her plans, it made Cindy feel as though they were expecting her and Collin to be more than mom and son. One son was holding his mom from behind, while she and Cindy talked. He kissed her head and left to grab a soda.

Cindy saw one of the mothers flirt with Collin. She had to hide a laugh, seeing his unease at an older woman sitting on his lap asking about college plans while playing with his hair. He didn’t know where to put his hands on his cousin. So he sat on them.

“Well you look incredible,” one of the older sons complimented Cindy later on nearing the end of their conversation. “I’ve been trying to get Mom in the gym more often. But you; wow. Gorgeous.”

His mother joined his side. “Of course she’s gorgeous too,” the son hugged her, quickly kissing her lips.

Cindy blushed, seeing him glance over her body. It was mildly inappropriate, but given the type of relatives she apparently had, she didn’t mind as much.

They invited Cindy to go out with them that evening – women only. Collin suggested she’d have fun. In truth, he felt awkward, so did Cindy. They were surrounded by mothers and sons who were obviously romantically involved. They were the odd couple out. Time apart to process it was what they needed.

Cindy brought a dress just in case. A cousin picked her up, and she left Collin alone with her friends Bea and Bella.

“Soooo?” Bea said, sitting next to Collin on the couch. “How are things with your mom?”

“Uh, fine.”

“We saw the way you looked at her, or barely looked at her, when she left. I’m guessing all the mommies at the reunion have very special relationships with their sons.”

“How did you know that they – I mean, maybe, that’s the way it seemed.”

“Everyone here does it,” Bella said. “Including us.”

“Huh?”

The sisters traded looks, stood, and undressed. Collin’s mouth hung open as they started kissing passionately.

*******

Ronnie watched the group of women, one of them he never saw before, sit and drink in the loud night club. He had it all planned out. He’d take them one-by-one, two at a time if possible, pilling them up in his SUV, parked near the rear entrance. He watched the tallest one, Cindy, thinking that he might have trouble with her.

He waited and waited, his luck finally paying off. He nabbed two of them at once. They got too close to him. Ronnie wrapped his huge arms around them, pulling them out of the back door, his hands over their mouths. He punched them, then throwing them in the back of his SUV.

Ronnie watched four that remained, grow curious, calling their missing cousins on the phone. One of them went outside, Ronnie followed. He took her from behind, his hand over her mouth, knocked her out and tossed her in the back.

He waited and used his Taser on the fourth and fifth woman when they came outside together. Ronnie snuck back in via the back door and found the sixth and final woman, sitting alone, wondering if her cousin was ok. They told her they’d be right back.

“Care to dance?” Ronnie smiled, extending his hand to Cindy.

“No thanks,” she answered.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Ronnie tugged at his dick through his shorts. “Aww, come on.”

“There’s nothing you have that will do me any good,” Cindy glanced to his crotch, grabbed her purse and left.

Ronnie sneered and followed.

-10-

Cindy fell to her knees, in an alley outside the club, feeling her body overtaken by electricity. She shook, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she drooled. The only thought on her mind was Collin.

Ronnie was confused. She didn’t convulse and flail about like the others. He made the mistake of letting go of the trigger to inspect her. Cindy sprung up, her hand to Ronnie’s throat, squeezing it as hard as she could. He gasped for air, staring into the face of a wild animal; an animal he injured. He fired a second Taser, shocking her again.

She released her grip around his throat and fell to her knees once more. She blacked out and convulsed on the ground, unconscious. Ronnie coughed and rubbed his throat, trying to get air back into his lungs.

“Ah shit,” he caught his breath.

He checked his surroundings, bent down, and scooped Cindy up.

“Damn, you’re heavy,” he placed her in the pile of women in the back of his SUV.

Cindy woke up an hour later, her ankles and wrists bound and tied. She was in a rundown office; the only light source was moonlight shining down from a hole in the roof on the other side of the office window.

Cindy counted six large dog crates. Four of them had women, her cousins, crammed into them. Their wrists and ankles tied like Cindy’s. There was an empty one that Cindy guessed she couldn’t fit in. Another was empty too. Its inhabitant was outside the office, on the table, moon light shining down on her, as huge, muscular black man raped her.

The screams shook Cindy from her grogginess. Each time Ronnie slammed his cock into her cousin she screamed out.

“Has he done this to all of you?” Cindy whispered. She was met by a quiet yes from the corner crate.

“Ahhh!” she heard her cousin scream. She was bent over the table, Ronnie right behind her, raping her.

He pulled out, spun her around, punching her across the face. Ronnie threw her over his shoulder and headed for the office. It was Cindy’s turn.

“Good, you’re awake,” Ronnie grunted seeing Cindy back away, standing against the wall. Ronnie put her cousin back in her crate and moved toward Cindy, his big nut sack dangling below his rod.

He backhanded Cindy across her face, cutting her lip. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out of the room.

“You fought back. I’m going to be extra hard on you,” Ronnie turned her around, pushing her down on the table.

Cindy said nothing, she didn’t scream, she remained expressionless, taking in her surroundings.

Ronnie entered her from behind, sliding his cock all the way in, stretching her out. Cindy remained still, letting him, ignoring the pain. She observed a small desk in the corner. She was able to make out parts of the desk falling off, rotting away. She saw a dark clump next to it – Ronnie’s clothes. The moonlight shining down assisted her with seeing rope next to his clothing, and something on the desk. It was small rectangular. She wondered if it was a tool of some sort for cutting rope. As Ronnie raped her she thought of a plan. She wanted to get over to the desk somehow to get the tool, maybe use it to free the others. Cindy needed to be untied first.

An hour passed, Ronnie wasn’t letting up, giving it to Cindy the hardest and longest. Moonlight disappeared behind clouds. Cindy heard thunder getting louder and louder. As Ronnie raped her, Cindy felt a rain drop land on her back. Then another and several more falling through the hole in the roof. The rain droplets felt nice.

“That’s it. Feels nice. I’ll make him think I enjoy this,” Cindy thought. More rain drop kissed her skin and Cindy let out a loud moan.

Ronnie kept going, Cindy moaned again, then looked over shoulder. She did her best to push back against his constant thrusts.

“You like it, bitch?” Ronnie asked, sweat and now rain drops falling from him.

“Uh huh,” Cindy moaned again.

“Good. I’ll make you all forget your sons. It’ll just take time,” Ronnie said.

“Yes!” Cindy whimpered. “Yes!”

“Ah shit, that’s it baby, feel that dick owning that pussy,” Ronnie grunted.

“Harder,” Cindy said.

“You want it harder? You got it,” Ronnie flipped her onto her back. Rain pouring in now.

“Yes!” Cindy cried out. “Fuck me!”

He went on for ten more minutes, thrusting in and out of her. Her pussy was wet now, but not from thinking of Ronnie, but what she’d do to him if freed.

“Ow, ow, my wrists,” Cindy complained.

“You want that rope loosened. I’ll be right back,” Ronnie’s cock slid out of her gaping pussy.

“Hey,” she stopped him. “Remove the ropes and I’ll let you fuck me all night. I was wrong at the club.”

Ronnie paused; in his mind he’d kill her anyway. He shrugged, cut the rope and Cindy grabbed his head bringing him for a long, hard kiss, making note of the cutting tool Ronnie set on the floor nearby.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and he reentered her. They kissed while he bounced her up and down, the rain coming down hard on them now. Cindy decided to do something she hadn’t done since she was married – fake an orgasm.

Cindy put on a show too. She flailed backward, screaming with faked pleasure as loud as she could. The rain poured down on her, Ronnie watching what he thought was something he caused.

“Yes! Yes!” Cindy cried. She rolled off the table, Ronnie sliding out of her, pretending to be in some sort of orgasmic trance. She quickly grabbed the tool, tucking it under her body.

“I’ve seen that many times, not as wild as yours, but still good,” Ronnie arrogantly watched her crawl to his pile of clothes.

“Take a break, I’ll keep going in a little bit,” Ronnie said. Cindy reached his clothes, feeling around in the darkened corner for something. She found a remaining Taser in his pants.

“Hey, what are you doing? Let’s get you back over here,” Ronnie made his way to her.

Cindy shot the Taser, but only half of the two barbs hit him. It landed in his shoulder, causing him to go to his knees. Cindy made her way to the office, her finger on the trigger, holding it down, only delivering half the electrical dosage.

She let go, rushing into the room, opening dog crates, cutting rope as fast as she could. Cindy freed her cousins just in time for them to ambush Ronnie. He was stunned from the Taser, but not completely paralyzed or unconscious.

The pile of women was pummeling, beating Ronnie, cussing him out. Cindy pulled each of them off him, kicking him, screaming at him, one-by-one. He was left with a bloody nose and a busted lip.

“Go! Get help!” Cindy ordered.

“You have to come with us!”

“Find help; get home to your sons. I’ll handle him,” Cindy squeezed her cousin’s shoulder. “They love and need their moms, just like you love and need them.”

She turned to Ronnie. He was getting up, wincing in pain.

“Go!” she yelled over her shoulders. “It’s my turn.”

Ronnie threw a punch, Cindy ducked and jabbed in his ribs. Ronnie threw another, Cindy did the same. On the third punch Cindy caught his fist with her hand. She reared back with her free hand as hard as she could and rammed her fist into Ronnie’s ribs. She heard a crack.

The next sound Cindy heard was Ronnie bellowing in pain, then gasping for air, from his broken ribs. He was on his knee, clutching his side.

Cindy stood, expressionless watching Ronnie crawl away – a big, hulking man, seemingly taken out by a punch. She smirked and walked toward him. Ronnie took a deep breath, gathering as much air as the pain would allow, and quickly punched Cindy in the gut, taking her off guard.

She doubled over, cursing herself for not seeing his attack coming. She didn’t have time to see Ronnie’s next attack either. Gathering all the air in his lungs, sending oxygen to his muscles, he squatted, grabbed Cindy and tossed her over his huge shoulders.

She landed directly on the worn down, damaged area of the floor. All 150 pounds of muscle of the six-foot-tall woman crashed through it and fell to the first floor near the entrance of the warehouse. Ronnie looked through the hole, barely able to make out her body in fetal position.

He fell to his knees once more, in agony. “I’m going bury that bitch.”

Ronnie, struggling to breath, limped down the steel stairs. He grabbed his shovel, then a hand full of Cindy’s hair. “Bury this bitch,” he could barely whisper. He dragged her cut up and bruised, unconscious body out into the mud, toward the graves he dug earlier.

-11-

Bea and Bella were on either side of Collin, naked, sharing ice cream, taking a break from their incestuous show. They occasionally fed him a bite.

“Hey, uh, it’s getting kind late. Shouldn’t Mom be back by now?” he asked.

“It’s ok,” Bella patted Collin’s thigh. “They are probably having a great time.”

“Yeah, maybe a little drinking, dancing, who knows. I’m sure she’s fine,” Bea added.

In that exact moment, Ronnie was pushing a mixture of dirt and mud from the pile next to the grave onto to Cindy’s body. He managed to cover her feet, legs, stomach, chest with a layer; her feet and legs covered the most. He covered half her face and had to stop. The pain in his ribs was too much. Ronnie went to his knees, the rain pouring down on him, and focusing on breathing. He was exhausted but his anger would drive him to complete his task and get away.

Someone else’s anger was driving them. Cindy’s eyes opened in the grave. They darted around, figuring out where she was. She saw Ronnie, his back to her, struggling, clutching his side. Cindy pulled her arm out of the heavy dirt and mud, brushing it first away from her face, spitting some out of her mouth. She sat up in the grave, dirt falling off her shoulders and breasts. With her other arm free now, she pushed and moved her legs, allowing herself to rise. Standing in the grave, ignoring the pain in her head, she stared at Ronnie.

He was mumbling to himself, coughing, spitting up blood. Cindy turned around and climbed out of the grave. She walked around it toward Ronnie. He caught movement in his peripheral vision, turning to face her.

“No!” he reached for the shovel, swinging it at Cindy. She caught the weak swing with her right hand and yanked the shovel away from him. She head-butted Ronnie in the face, causing him stumble and fall backward.

This was the point at which her rage truly consumed her. She could’ve walked away, waiting for the police to arrive. Instead, she thought of this man’s plan to take her and others away from their sons. She didn’t think about incest, or Collin possibly causing her to cum – she only thought about him being the person she loved most, and Ronnie was going to take her from him.

She circled him, planning her next move, the rain causing blood and mud to drip from her.

“Get up,” She ordered. Ronnie shook his head, backing away.

“I said get up!” Cindy pulled him to his feet.

“Just, just let me go,” Ronnie pleaded. “You’ve won.”

“No I haven’t. Not yet!” Cindy kicked his knee in as hard as she could, causing it to invert. Ronnie roared in pain, falling to the ground. Cindy circled him again.

He held his arm up, begging her to stop. Cindy reached down, grabbing his left arm, flipping him on to his stomach, and pulling his arm behind him. She pulled his huge arm as hard as she could. “Break!” she ordered.

“Break!” she grit her teeth and pulled his hand back toward his shoulder blade and beyond. Finally, she heard a snap and a pop, followed by gasping for air. She released her grip and continued circling Ronnie.

She watched him pull himself along the mud with his working arm, inching along toward the shovel; as if he could do anything now.

Cindy lunged at him, mounting him and proceeded to slam her fists repeatedly into his face. She was like some sort of cage fighter, except there was no referee to pull her off him.

His nose broke, his cheeks and lips were cut, teeth were knocked out, his eyes cut, and swollen shut.

When Cindy’s knuckles seared with pain, she squatted over Ronnie, and hammered the sides of her fists onto his face, throat, and chest over and over. She was like a chimpanzee that turned on their trainer. Except there was no zoo employee to take her down.

When her hands became too sore, Cindy stood, and proceeded to stomp her heels into Ronnie’s body as hard as she could. She heard more ribs crack. She saw him vomit more blood and the contents of his intestines. His body was a broken pile of mush. She stood over his face, now totally unrecognizable, and brought her knee up as high as she could. She slammed her foot down onto his face with all her might. Cindy pulled her heel out of what remained of his face. Her and his blood covered it, mixed with some of his teeth.

Cindy looked to his lifeless body, his chest still, and felt the rage subside. Thunder and lightning crackled in the distance. Cindy caught her breath. “Fuck you.”

She went to her knees, and then rolled to her back in the mud, exhausted. She heard sirens in the distance. Cindy never shot anyone while on duty, never Tazered anyone, never had to use her baton, but that night in the rain, she killed a man with her bare hands.

The sirens grew louder and louder with each second. She closed her eyes thinking of Collin. She’d see him soon.

A moment later she was surrounded by EMTs. Her cousin broke through. “Ma’am you’ll need to stay back,” they pulled her away from Cindy.

“We told them everything, all about what he did here,” her cousin said while being pulled away. Cindy nodded and sat up. She pushed the EMTs away and stood. They draped a towel over her body.

“Ma’am we need to check you over,” one of them said.

Cindy didn’t reply, instead walking toward a police officer. “I need to see to my son,” she demanded.

“Ma’am we need a statement from you. We need to corroborate your story with theirs,” he said.

“I understand that and I will cooperate. But I need to see my son. We aren’t staying far from here. We’re near the beach, a few miles away. All I need is fifteen minutes. Let me shower and check on him. You can drive me there and wait for me.”

“Ma’am I don’t – ”

“I’m an officer too. In Tampa Bay, formerly LAPD. I’ve never been a victim until today. Please, drive me to my son. Fifteen minutes. I’ll be in and out,” Cindy said, the officer trying his best not to glance at her naked body.

The officer looked around, looking to the other abducted women. “Alright. All their statements have been given. They all said you stayed behind so they could get help. I’ll take you to your son, go ahead check on him, get cleaned up and come back out to my car. Fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you,” Cindy said.

She sat naked in the back of his car, warming herself with the EMT-provided towels.

-12-

“Ah yes! Yes!” Bea and Bella were in the middle of the living room floor, scissoring in front of Collin. His mouth open as he watched the sisters fuck.

“Mmm,” Bea pounced on Bella, kissing her. They rolled around on the floor for Collin. Their kissed ended and they sat next to him, naked, kissing his cheeks.

“Good huh?” Bea asked.

“Wow,” he whispered.

“I love her pussy. I love your mom’s too,” Bea said.

“Are you nice and hard?” Bella asked.

“Uh,” Collin glanced to his crotch.

“Want to suck his cock with me?” Bella asked.

“Bella, no. Let’s let his mom do that,” Bea said.

“Awww,” Bella frowned.

“It’s tempting, but Cindy should first, not us. Maybe we can after they get it on.”

“Sure,” Bella shrugged. “I could use a dip in the pool,” Bella spoke up. “Want to skinny dip with us?”

“Uh, no thanks, I’m going to wait for Mom to get here.”

“What a sweetie,” Bella kissed his cheek and hopped off the couch.

“Two women, sisters, naked and wanting you to go skinny dipping. You’d rather wait for your mother,” Bea said. “I think that’s wonderful.”

She joined Bella, grabbing her hand, heading out back for a dip in the pool.

Collin sighed, trying to calm his erection. His balls hurt from the incestuous show Bea and Bella performed for him. He wondered where his mom was.

A few moments later, his concern was relieved. A tall, naked, fit woman, her hair damp, her skin muddy and bloody, practically burst through the front door. “My room. Five minutes,” she glared.

He gulped watching her nude body quickly move by him. Cindy went straight to her shower, washing off dirt and blood. She only had fifteen minutes to check on Collin. The officer waiting in the driveway would come to the door when time was up.

Cindy took ten minutes to wash herself. It was fine – she only needed five minutes with Collin. She found him waiting on the bed when she exited the shower and bathroom, soaking wet, not bothering to dry off.

“Mom, are you – ” Collin stood to greet her. He was interrupted by her mouth on his.

“Undress,” she said, after a passionate kiss, pulling his shirt off.

“Mom, wait,” he squirmed.

“No. No waiting. I only have a few minutes to show you how much I love you,” Cindy said, flinging his shirt over her shoulder. She helped him jerk his shorts off, not bothering with any foreplay.

She pushed Collin on the bed before he could step out of his shorts and boxers. Cindy mounted him, squatting over him, looking to his face. She didn’t think about using her son to cum. The only thing she thought of was how much she loved him and how horrible it would’ve been if they were separated forever – like what Ronnie intended to do.

“Collin,” Cindy grabbed the base of his erect dick, holding it to the entrance of its soon-to-be home. “I love you.”

With that she impaled herself on his cock, coming down on him with all her body weight, sending his cock as deep as it could go. Cindy nearly passed out.

She saw her son looking at her, a look of shock mixed with pleasure on his face. Cindy was trembling, heart racing, having trouble breathing.

“Y-yes,” she struggled to whisper. She felt light building inside her.

She lifted off her son, and impaled herself again. “Yes,” she said a little louder.

Once more she squatted up and came down on his cock. “Yes!” she cried out, the light inside her growing more and more, spreading to every part of her body, radiating warmth and pleasure.

“Yes!” she screamed out. She was cumming.

She squatted a couple more times, her entire body felt tingly. Her pussy contracted and trembled. Cindy looked into her son’s face, unable to breathe or speak.

It grew and grew. The pulsing, throbbing feeling, like magma pushing out of a volcano. Her orgasm erupted.

“C, Co,” she gasped for air, euphoria setting in.

“Ahhh!” She arched her back, pleasure flowing in every vein, the feeling of light pouring out of her body.

With one final loud, soulful moan, Cindy ejaculated, squirting and spraying her juices all over Collin.

She collapsed on top of him, shaking, out-of-breath, her body feeling like jelly.

It was so quick. Cindy climaxed so quickly with him, just like she did the second she birthed him all those years ago.

Collin gulped, the feeling was amazing, and he almost came from it, but he somehow, miraculously didn’t.

“Wow,” he breathed. His mother let out another long moan.

A few minutes passed, Cindy knew their time was up – at least for a few hours. She was kissing him, lying on top of Collin, the police officer banging on the front door. “I have to go,” she said in between kisses. “I love you so much.”

Collin sat up, bringing her with him, still kissing. “I love you too.”

“I don’t know if I can stand. Or walk.”

“Mom, I’ll help,” he said. Cindy rolled off him, his cock popped out of her.

He wobbled over to her suitcase, picking out a random top and shorts, having trouble standing as well.

“Here,” he tossed her the clothes.

“Mmm, I can’t. I can’t,” Cindy moaned, rubbing herself all over.

Cindy grabbed her shorts, pulling them up to her waist. He sat his mother up; she kissed at his stomach and chest while he assisted with putting her shirt on.

“When I get back, you’re mine. I need you in me,” Cindy said. Collin nodded, pulling her to her feet. They kissed once more, Cindy holding him tight.

He grabbed some shorts and a T-shirt, and then helped her walk out. He propped her against the front door, making out while the cop waiting patiently. The doorbell rang, he knocked again.

“Go, I’ll be here for you when you get back,” Collin said.

“Can’t wait.”

She opened the door, looking over her shoulder, smiling at her lover. She blew her son a kiss, and grabbed the cop’s arm. He gave her a look and walked her to the back of his car.

The EMT’s checked her over once more; her cuts were minor, not needing stitches. Before her orgasm with Collin, her entire body was in pain from her fall and subsequent fight with Ronnie. An hour after the effects of climaxing for the first time in over eighteen years had worn off, the pain started to return. Her hands hurt the most, but they would bruise up and heal. She also had signs of a minor concussion.

Cindy gave her story to the police; it was the same as the others, only slightly different.

Cindy stayed behind so they could find help. She fought Ronnie, after initially injuring him; he got the upper hand. She woke up in a grave with dirt on her. Adrenaline took over and they fought once more. She beat him to death. That was all the police needed to know. She left out one detail of how good it felt hearing his bones crack or seeing his face turn into an unrecognizable mess.

Several witnesses at the club were interviewed too, noting Ronnie’s suspicious behavior.

She thanked the officer for letting her check on Collin. She uncharacteristically gave him a hug. He cleared his throat and awkwardly patted her back. Cindy was in the best mood she’s ever been in.

When Cindy was dropped off by the officer, she opened the front door, Bella and Bea were kissing on the couch; she smiled at them and headed to bed.

-13-

“Mom,” Collin, in boxers and a t-shirt, sat up in bed. “Everything ok?”

“Perfect. How about you?”

“I’m good.”

Cindy sat next to him, grabbing his hand. “I mean about earlier. About us having sex.”

“Right. It was, it was – ”

“Incredible?”

“Yeah. Incredible. Kinda quick though.”

“Collin, sweetie, do you think you and I could continue doing that? Only if you want to of course.”

Collin looked her over, his eyes landing on her smile, “I think we could.”

“Wonderful. I’m going to shower again. I feel like I still have dried mud somewhere on me,” Cindy giggled. I’ll be right out. We’ll take it real slow this time.”

Collin nodded.

“We can explore each other’s bodies.”

“Yes,” he nodded once more.

“Great,” Cindy kissed his cheek and made her way to the bathroom. She undressed without closing the door. Collin watched her lather up behind the clear shower door.

“Wow,” his whispered, watching her hands trail over her fit body and large breasts.

Cindy dried off this time. There was no urgency to check on her son, to show him how much she loved him or to cum – she was simply there for him.

Collin looked her up and down. She played with his hair, standing before him.

“Are you in pain?” he asked. “You have some cuts and bruises.”

“A concussion too. But I’ll be fine. Feel free to kiss my wounds if you want – or kiss wherever you want.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Bea and Bella like to kiss on these,” Cindy cupped her breasts. “Then work their way down. But you do whatever you want. I have a feeling, since you’re all I need I won’t be having sex with them as much. At some point I may toss you to those wolves – but I want you all to myself for a while.”

Collin sat staring at her body.

“Here,” Cindy reached for his hands, placing them on her tummy. “Relax, explore. We didn’t get a chance earlier; I was pressed for time. I really needed you though. I still do.”

Cindy moved his hands up her toned midsection to her breasts. “There we go,” she smiled watching Collin gently squeeze them.

“We’re moving here,” Cindy said.

“We are?” Collin glanced to her face, still massaging her breasts.

“Yep. We’ll live here with them for a while. Maybe even stay with our relatives some. Since they are all like this,” Cindy gestured to herself and Collin.

She felt her body tingle when Collin rubbed her nipples. He licked his lips as he did. “Go ahead. Suck them,” Cindy placed her hand behind his head, arching her back.

When his mouth made contact with her breasts, nursing from them, sucking and licking the nipple, Cindy nearly climaxed there. Her eyes fluttered, her neck arched, she moaned, “He’s better than everyone at that.”

“Hmm?” Collin asked, taking a nipple out of his mouth.

“I said you’re better than everyone that has sucked them.”

“But I’m not doing anything. Am I? Just licking and sucking.”

“I know,” Cindy smiled. “Get naked, please.”

Cindy went to her back. Collin, now nude, started with her feet, kissing and licking them. He worked his way up her legs, kissing her inner thighs.

“It’s yours,” Cindy said, spreading her legs, revealing her pussy. “Eat it as long as you want. If I squirt again, don’t be afraid.”

Collin wasn’t afraid. He happily dove in, licking and eating out her pussy. Cindy orgasmed several times in that many minutes. Each time she sprayed her juices all over her son’s face. Collin laughed, his face drenched and dripping.

He licked his way over her tummy, breasts, neck, finding her mouth. She loved the taste of herself on his tongue.

On top of her, with one purpose, to fill her with his seed, Collin entered her. Cindy came within seconds again, Collin a little later. When he ejaculated, his cock pumping her full of cum, she climaxed too. Both of them together, staring into one another’s eyes, their cries of pleasure heard throughout the house.

Collin rested. They said nothing, only kissed tenderly. When Collin was ready to go again, he got behind Cindy, licking all over her ass, fingering her from behind, giving her another orgasm.

He paused when he entered her, running his hands all over her back. Cindy looked over her shoulder at him, another orgasm on the way. She didn’t see the solution to her problem, she didn’t see the one man that could make her cum, she saw the one man she loved more than any person in the world.

Her younger, wonderful man smiled at her and bent over to kiss along her back.

He went to one knee, grabbed her hips and mated with a near constant climaxing woman – his mother.

-14-

The slept well into the afternoon the next day.

When they woke up, there was a note, written by Bea, saying they were at the beach and breakfast was in the refrigerator to warm up.

They made love in the shower, dried off afterward and finally put some clothes on. Bea and Bella were home by then, walking around naked.

Cindy and Collin held hands, walking into the living room.

“Well?” Bea asked. “I take it those orgasms we were listening to all night weren’t faked, right?”

Cindy smiled, blushed, and kissed Collin on the cheek.

“We’re going to hang out with some of the family down the street. Probably have dinner there,” Collin said. Cindy squeezed his hand. They left two, naked, sisters smiling at the happy couple.

This time Cindy and Collin behaved just like all the other mom and son couples that lived there. Cindy’s hand rested on Collin’s thigh, with his arm around her, just like her cousins did with their sons.

Everyone was fine. There were minor injuries but none required hospital stays.

After dinner, Cindy led Collin behind the house to suck his cock. She was on her knees, slobbering all over his dick, when a cousin walked in on her.

“Oops, I’m sorry! Carry on,” she said, leaving them be.

After Collin’s eyes fluttered, his cock shooting its load down Cindy’s throat. She stood, wiped her mouth and thanked her son.

One cousin drank too much, got naked and jumped into the swimming pool. Her son followed suit. Soon the other mothers were stripping down and jumping in. Their sons, some reluctant, joined too.

Cindy removed her top, flung her bra off, and stood, extending her hand. “Want to?”

“Oh, no that’s fine, I’m good,” Collin looked behind her, seeing the family, people that neither he nor his mother knew too well, playing, laughing, kissing.

“We’ll get to know them better. They’re family after all,” Cindy stepped out of her shorts and thong. Collin watched her dive into the pool.

One of the other sons found her when she emerged from the below the surface. He tickled her sides, then playfully cupped her breasts. Cindy spun around and hopped into his arms.

He swam to the pool’s edge, squeezing and sucking on Cindy’s tits.

“Uh oh, Collin, better come rescue your mom,” he called over his shoulder. “I might not give her back!”

Cindy waved to Collin to enter the pool. He laughed, unable to resist her, stripped and jumped in.

“Here you go,” the other son said, handing Cindy over to Collin, his own mother finding him.

“Pretend It’s just you and me in here,” Cindy straddled him. Collin held her up and they began kissing – just like the other couples.

The pool died down, there was no more playing and splashing. The only sound heard was kissing, moaning, and mothers on their sons. Cindy guided Collin inside her, officially joining the orgy.

“I think we’re going to love living here,” Cindy said before kissing him passionately.

“I think so too, Mom,” Collin ended the kiss. Cindy and son gazed lovingly into one another’s eyes.

The end.

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