He stared into the bathroom mirror.

One way or the other, today was going to be the first day of the rest of his life. He ran the tap until the water was ice cold and splashed two handfuls onto his face, trying to focus his mind. It worked.

Leaning over the sink, both hands firmly on the counter, he flexed his clearly-defined muscles in the mirror and clenched his strong, square jaw – a deep sigh escaping his hairless chest – he knew what he wanted. He wanted sex. It couldn’t be more clear to him. He wants to fuck, like every other 18-year-old guy, and he wanted to do that immediately. All the porn, sneaking looks down his older cousin’s shirts (or up their skirts), inadvertent glances at his mother, the fantasizing about cute girls in his class, it all spelled out one thing: he was a sexual creature.

He realized he had the chance of the lifetime: steady, meaningful sex with someone who loved him and was truly beautiful in every way – to experience a level of love and compassion beyond anything he understood in that moment – something most men would only aspire to in their dreams. Why should he turn away?

“Because she is my mother…” he thought out loud, slumping his head between his arms.

After a moment’s pause, standing solemnly in their fancy art-deco-inspired hotel bathroom, he remembered something his father told him just before he passed. He could still hear his deep, raspy voice:

“Life isn’t what it’s supposed to be, it’s either better or worse. The difference is simply what you do with the unexpected shit in front of you. Choose to make your life better than expected.”

He realized, then, how simple life really was. How simple this decision was.

**

His mother was alone on the patio, sleeping comfortably in one of the lounge chairs. She was wearing only a large black sunhat and a pair of wide-framed sunglasses. Her body was almost completely still as he confidently strode towards her. Her breasts looked deliciously taut as they laid flat against her chest, gently pushing up and down with each of her tiny breaths. Despite the sun inching towards the horizon on the opposite side of the resort, casting their patio into the shade, the air was still warm. As he pulled up beside his mother, he noticed the faintest shimmer of sweat on her skin.

He was surprisingly calm, despite the fact that everything he was about to do, he had never done before (luckily, he kept telling himself, porn showed him where to start).

His mother’s legs were open slightly, beautifully presenting her neatly-trimmed loins. Her son knelt beside her and very delicately pulled her legs further apart. Before diving in, he leant towards his mother’s hips, placing his hands softly on the warm, smooth skin of her thighs. Purposefully, he pushed his hands towards her hips and brought his face to within an inch of her opening. Her lavender and citrus scent now mixed with the intoxicating, sweet smell of her sex.

She stirred without warning, startling him, as she pushed her chest forward and adjusted her weight slightly to the right. He paused for just a moment, looking for any indication that she was awake. But there were none.

Her son continued – as his thumbs began to caress the inside of his mother’s thighs – he drew his face towards her labia and began carefully licking her fragile lips. Her soft, savoury flower was delicious. He had never tasted one before, but knew immediately that this was something he wanted to taste forever. His newfound treat excited him, especially as he noticed his mother’s breathing quicken, encouraging him to become more creative with his tongue. He carefully pushed it in as far as he could, probing her inner opening, and interweaving the faintest of nibbles throughout his routine. It wasn’t long until, despite her sleepiness, his mother’s body betrayed her and her labia became wet from the fluids of her lust.

While she was closely trimmed, she was by no means clean-shaven, and he was certain that based on the sensation of a thousand sharp knives cutting into his lips and chin, that he was going to have a road-rash the next morning. He didn’t care. Instead, he pushed his face deeper into his mother’s pussy, her juices making their way down his neck, the stinging on his face a reminder of how lucky he was. He closed his eyes and savoured the moment.

Immediately, he felt her hands on his head.

Her long nails dug forcefully into his scalp, her slight fingers weaving themselves into his shoulder-length brown hair. His crystal-green eyes sprung open, just in time to see his mother’s pelvis push forward as she arched her back, yanked his hair with both hands, and threw her head backwards into the chair – forcing her hat down over her face – the most primitive of groans escaping her. He was almost certain the neighbours would hear.

As she fell back into the lounger, his mother wrapped her strong legs around his head and squeezed, pushing his face hard into her vulva. Her legs began to spasm, a small orgasm taking her. He responded in kind by flickering his tongue more rapidly, and running his hands up the outsides of her thighs. He marvelled in their firmness, and was seduced by how soft they were to his touch. They were both on fire, her from the masterful tongue lashing of her son, and him from the taste of his mother accompanied by her incoherent moaning.

Her convulsions fading, his mother released her grip. At first she appeared limp from exhaustion, slumping back into the lounger with her hat resting sloppily on her neck, half-covering her chest. However, he soon felt her hands pulling his head upwards, towards her face. Just before they were face-to-face she shifted her weight, flipping the two around and mounting him seductively, the hat falling to the floor in her wake. She pressed her breasts against his chest, removed her sunglasses, placed her hands on his shoulders, and pushed her ass out towards his cock. She put him in sensory overload, her sensuously-prickly warmth on his tip, combined with her soft, firm breasts on his chest, were simply too much.

She was burning inside as well – the aspiration of her trip unfolding before her – the sensation of being this close to her son sending her into a frenzy. Breathing heavily, her mouth was half-open. She pushed her head towards him, teasingly touching his lips with her own as she passed them, placing her head beside his:

“Baby, I’ve been waiting. Waiting to see if you wanted in…”

Her hot breath tickled his ear as she whispered into it. He felt tingly, knowing exactly what was coming next, but almost too excited to hear it.

“I want you in…”

Before he could even think, his mother slid down and aligned her face with his manhood. Her small, soft hands made his erection look monstrous – even with both stacked on top of themselves, she couldn’t reach the tip. Her firm, yet gentle touch drove him wild – his breathing intensified, his hips pushed forward, and his head was now pushing back into the lounger – he was in ecstasy.

His mother kneaded him passionately for what felt like mere seconds – wringing her hands around his cock feverishly, vigorously – before he felt his orgasm coming.

In a panic, he whipped his head forward and looked directly at his mother as she concentrated on pleasuring him.

“I… it’s – hap” he could barely fumble out the words before she threw the rest of his exposed cock into the warmth of her mouth.

He had no frame of reference, but was certain she was doing an amazing job. She sucked him diligently, the odd slurp escaping her mouth, and when he felt her teeth brush against his firm cock head, he reached a euphoric state.

Instinctively, he put a hand on the back of her head, almost as if to guide it as she gracefully bobbed up and down. He could see her shoulder and arm muscles flexing as they strained to keep her hands pumping on his cock. She continued to suck on his head with exceptional concentration, each time pushing more of his cock deeper into her mouth, forcing her tiny hands closer together; she wanted to taste him badly, and she was about to.

He came ferociously into his mother’s mouth, a small series of groans echoing out into the now orange-red sky of the evening.

Surprised by his volume, she coughed harshly, spitting some of his fluids onto his stomach. Regaining her composure, she swallowed what was in her mouth and smiled at her son.

“Looks like I made a mess,” she winked as she spoke, a glob of sperm handing from her chin.

He couldn’t even fathom an appropriate or witty response. She didn’t wait for one.

His mother removed her hands from his member and plunged her mouth down onto his shaft. He felt her throat expand as she forced herself to take it all. Shooting back up to catch her breath, she pushed her head back down, but this time onto his stomach, where she proceeded to lick up the remaining juices – the feeling of her delicate tongue on his body was like being painted with a small, warm brush. It drove him wild.

When she was done she placed her head on his chest and pressed herself against him.

For a moment, they were both still. There was nothing to be heard but the distant, gentle lapping of the ocean waves, and the odd humming of a passing car. For just that moment, they both felt the world melt away. They felt like lovers.

In a flash, a devious smile crossed his mother’s face and she sprung onto him. She straddled him once again, this time sitting back on her legs, her warmth perched directly over his manhood. She looked down at him, waving her hips from left to right – like a tiger about to pounce – he nodded knowingly at his mother.

She would be his first.

She plunged her hips down onto her son, inhaling sharply as her pussy swallowed his cock. It wasn’t easy for her, his girth stretched her significantly – her opening felt like it might tear – her face contorting in response.

She composed herself quickly, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the thought of his loins being returned from whence they came. The feeling was mutual, as her son, mimicking the man he saw in the park, placed both hands on his mother’s rear and began rocking her gently. He had no idea what he was starting.

His mother responded aggressively, moaning loudly as she began to forcefully gyrate herself on top of her son. Her muscles – now more visible from the accumulation of sweat from the night’s activities – flexing hard as she worked. He felt every ounce of pressure inside of her, her vagina muscles squeezing and tugging him up into her. She was pushing on him so hard that, for few moments, he felt like he was hitting her spine. She was a wild animal, tearing into his flesh as she grabbed his flexing chest muscles, charged with arousal at the thought of what was about to happen with her son.

In contrast, he had no idea what to do, he was simply disoriented with pleasure. His mother was working his cock like she had been waiting for this day for years (which, he realized, was exactly true), and all he could think to do was make sure his eyes were open; to make sure he didn’t miss a thing.

Open they were.

He marvelled, again, at her pure strength, raw athleticism and yet, her ever obvious femininity – she was a sight to behold. Her hair, thrown over her left shoulder, bounced around widely, as did her breasts while she madly pumped herself up and down on her son’s cock. Her arms and shoulders were flexed once more, this time as leverage for the eager movements of her loins, gripping the back of the lounger tightly. His hands, still on her bum, felt the muscles inside working – flexing ferociously – while she thrust herself on him. In contrast to him, her eyes were forced shut, as was her mouth, as she bit her lower lip, looking strained.

For a brief second he forgot it was his mother doing this to him. For that brief moment he saw a woman – beautiful, fragile, tender – looking for love. And he loved her, not because they were fucking, but because he just did. He wanted to make her happy, he wanted to please her. He wanted to be with her. A small smile swept across his face as he looked once more at his lover, engrossed by her sharp, yet delicate features. In that moment, with her face silhouetted against the emerging night’s sky – it’s shades of blue interrupted by the twinkling of the night’s first stars – he knew he made the right choice.

All of a sudden, he felt her legs begin to quiver once more. Her eyes burst open, transfixing themselves onto his own. Her thrusts became ragged. The spasms moved up her abdomen and into her arms, but her gaze didn’t waver. He was lost inside his mother – her warmth and snugness sending chills down his spine – he almost didn’t notice his orgasm build.

Even as she began to jerk involuntarily, she stared deeply into her son’s eyes and leaned closer to him.

“I’m, I’mmm s-sorry. But you… you look like him,” she said with a smile, in between gasps.

At that very instant, he flooded his mother’s womb with his seed.

**

It was a beautiful morning.

The sun shone brilliantly through their condo’s kitchen window as the smell of cinnamon and bacon wafted lazily through the air. His mother was plating breakfast for him, a far more common occurrence since returning from their two week excursion 6 months ago. He marvelled in her radiant beauty as she stepped towards him, a full plate of bacon, eggs and french toast in hand. He smiled, smugly, as he sipped his piping hot espresso and shot her the most teasing of winks. She reciprocated, the smell of her lavender and citrus perfume growing as she drew near.

“Here you go sweetie… thought you might need a little extra fuel this morning,” she said with a knowing smile as she placed his food before him. “You look a bit tired from last night.”

He chuckled in response, placing his espresso down and addressing his plate. Just as he was ready to dive in, she stopped him:

“Wait, honey, there is something I want to show you first!” He looked up just in time to see his mother scooting down the hallway, her skin-tight black leisure dress flexing around the muscles in her bum as she ran, her hair – tied into a messy bun atop her head – bounced gingerly from side to side.

Their family’s condo was small, which meant it wasn’t long before his mother returned with a small gift box in her hand. Beaming, she handed him the white container. There was just a small, red ribbon on top of the lid.

He gave his mother a confused look, and immediately began wondering if he somehow missed an important anniversary or special occasion.

“Open it,” she cooed, pulling up behind him and draping her arms lovingly around his neck. Her gentle touch comforted him, reassured him, told him that something special was coming.

He didn’t need to be told twice. In slow motion he set the box down on the table, lifted one hand to its lid, and pulled open the top of the box.

Nothing but pink wrapping paper. A look of further confusion crossing his face, he brought his second hand in to help pull away the tissue paper. He pulled one sheet away, then another, and another, until finally, he found it.

A positive pregnancy test sat in the box.

Stunned, he clutched his mother’s arms and jerked his head to the side, trying to find her eyes.

She looked lovingly at her son, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. “I love you…” she mustered.

“I… I can’t describe how much I love you… I cannot believe this is happening – is this for real?” Unexpected excitement was oozing out of him.

She let out a short laugh, nearly coughing, “Yes!”

He leaned forward and kissed his mother on the lips. The two shared a intense, loving embrace.

Good thing his sister wasn’t home, he thought – too soon.

“There’s one more thing honey…”

She plucked herself from his arms, sauntered over to the nearest chair, and pulled it over to him. She sat seductively, one leg crossed over the other, it’s foot caressing his exposed leg, leaning forward so that her cleavage was pushed forwards. He wasn’t sure where she was going, but he liked how it felt so far.

“It’s your sister…”

His heart sank, he was hoping for pre-work sex.

“It’s her 18th birthday in 6 months – we need to book the resort soon, it fills up fast.”

At no point during the past 6 months of blissful relations with his mother did he realize that his sister, to, would be invited to join their lives once she came of age.

The news hit him like a truck, but not nearly as hard as what his mother said next:

“By then, I’ll be too pregnant to travel safely. You’ll need to take her alone.”

---