Incest

I have this problem and it’s starting to get serious.

My Mom is beautiful! I always knew she was beautiful but it wasn’t until about age 15 I really started to notice her more and more. Before that she had just been Mom and all Moms are beautiful but about that age I began to notice that she was a truly beautiful female, not just Mom. It isn’t just MY opinion either because YOU all think so also. You see, my Mom is a Model (capital ‘M’!). I won’t describe her other than to say she is tall for a female with light brown, NOT blonde hair, as you might know who she is and a few years ago she was mentioned just like Cindy, Naomi, Yasmine and Kathy are today. In fact these four and many more are frequent visitors to our abode. THAT is what is causing some of my problems also.

Internationally beautiful women streamed through our house like average, normal people visit in other homes. It is nothing to be eating breakfast and have one of them stumble into the kitchen, hair tousled from sleep, no make-up, wearing an oversized tee shirt sometimes with, sometimes without anything else, groping for the coffee pot. I won’t say which one but one of the above named females is a real BITCH until she’s had her morning coffee. We just ignore her or growl back at her until she’s had the first cup and the cup has been refilled. Then she becomes human and half way nice. After the second cup she’s back to normal.

Mom had been studying photography when she did her first modeling. It was an assignment for her class and several of the girls took pictures of each other instead of hiring a model. It was during this time that Mom met and married Dad and had plans of living happily ever after. Like so many marriages, this was not to be as she was ‘discovered’ and had to travel a lot to different locations as she became more and more in demand. There was some ‘magic’ she had that showed up through the lens of a camera. Her perkiness, her laughing eyes, her animated smile, her ‘aliveness’, all came through and made her a VERY hot property. Add to that feature the fact that my Mom is the type of person who has NEVER met a stranger! She can chat with someone for two minutes and they are bosom buddies. No flirting however she does that a lot with those she really likes and knows are safe to flirt with, it’s just her personality that draws in any that her beauty misses. Her personality sparkles nearly as much as her eyes do.

Dad didn’t like being left behind with us kids even though there was a live in Nanny. He kept complaining that he didn’t get married to spend so much time alone but it was perfectly alright for HIM to take assignments that took him away from home for days or weeks at a time. THAT was different, after all, HE was a male! Dad had become a successful photographer and well known. Not as successful and as well known as Mom but still they were both doing well in their chosen fields. As you can probably see already I don’t think much of my Dad. He’s ok I guess but he is very chauvinistic, strangely a trait that I never learned. Besides, I can talk to Mom, Dad just grunts if he replies at all.

I was 14 when he finally split after they had been married for over 17 years. The strange thing was that Mom was home more during the time of the final break-up but still they got a divorce. Mom had been slowly moving behind the camera more and more instead of in front of it. The life span of a model is very short so you had better make plans for your life when the Merry-go-Round stops! Some of the Models use their fame to open doors in Hollywood while others go into other things.

So here she was, 35, divorced with two dependents. I have a sister, Lydia who is 2 years older than I am. Lydia looks a lot like Mom, tall and rangy and is doing some modeling also. (It doesn’t hurt to have a successful model for a Mom, as it opens LOTS of doors that you would have to pound and pound on otherwise.)

Mom got her schedule situated in such a way that she was only gone from home one week a month but she had to turn down a lot of assignments to do it. Still she was able to do a lot of the scut work there at home on the computer. The internet made it much easier for her to scout locations, arrange transportation, housing, catering and even locate unexpected rental equipment they needed YESTERDAY. This of course didn’t bring in the BIG bucks that her modeling did or even the money she made for shooting the assignments but it still brought in dollars, was needed work and kept her busy. Our large home was paid for so we only had the normal kind of stuff. Upkeep and maintenance plus yearly taxes on the house, food and utilities, that kind of things.

As you can imagine my views of girls in high school were a bit skewed and jaundiced after being around all these international beauties. Not completely as I HAVE gone on dates, even been lucky enough to have lost my virginity. I mean even at their worst these women were still GORGEOUS! We have a full gym in our home. I mean a professional gym! Mom considered her body to be her main asset so she wanted to keep it trim and fit. I’ve seen those visitors come into the kitchen to raid the fridge for Gatorade after a full workout, red of face, sweat dripping off them, clothes stuck to them from sweat, no make-up and STILL beautiful. The absolute worst thing a young man can do is walk into a room where three or four of these attractive females are working out on the exercise equipment! The ridiculous position some of these exercises call for will give you a throbbing boner within two steps! What high school girl could compete with these beauties and THEY were the only females that were available to me!

Sorry for the long winded explanation of my problem but I figured I needed to lay the ground work so you knew where I was coming from. Things took a sudden change recently. I am now 17 and a Junior in High School while Lydia graduated and is a Freshman in college back East.

I was home alone as Mom was in Colorado on a shoot. I was in the middle of fixing something for supper when the phone rang.

“Farrell residence,” I answered. Mom uses her maiden name and WE use her married name.

“Greg? Tommy here, your Mom’s been in an accident and you’re going to have to fly out here to get her. Calm down, she wasn’t seriously hurt but she’s helpless. She broke both arms and can’t do anything.” Tommy was Thomas Howland who was THE Photographer in charge of the shoots, the man Mom was actually working for and one of the most successful fashion photographers in the business. “We have you booked on a flight out of there at 10:30 tomorrow morning and you’ll be met at the airport. Hope that’s enough time to get your bag packed and take care of things. At the most you’ll only need clothes for about four days.”

He gave me the rest of the information I would need and then had to run. As I hung up my mind was going 90 miles an hour. It was two weeks before school was out, the week before finals and a BAD time for me to be leaving. Having his home telephone number I called our Principal, Dr. Richards.

“Sir, I need to ask a big favor. Can I get credit for my classes and not take the finals? Mom’s been involved in an accident and I’m flying to Colorado to get her in the morning. I’m already on the Honors Roll and 3 of my classes are Honors classes. At the last reporting period I was pulling a 4.0 average for the year so its not like I’m behind or anything. I just need to get her and get her back here and won’t be around for the reviews or the tests. I have no reason to believe that I would do badly in any of the final exams and my instructors will verify that.”

After some hemming and hawing he finally gave me permission. Our town doesn’t have that many people as widely known as Mom and he is a fan of hers. Before hanging up he requested that I pass along his best and LOTS of well wishes to her. What I had said was all true. I DID have a 4.0 average and Mom teases me calling us Beauty and the Brain. I try to tell her I’m not really that good looking!

I was met at the airport and taken to the hospital where Mom was. She looked like hell! When she saw me walk in she started to tear up and held her arms out for a hug. The problem was that both arms were in those casts that go above the elbow so the arm is kept still while it mends. There was no way I could walk between her arms that way to be hugged! She also had a shaved patch in her hair where she had some stitches and there were scrapes all along one side of her lovely face. What ever caused that also blackened her eye on that side.

Looking at her I shook my head and grinning, had to ask, “Did you win? What’s the other guy look like?”

“The ‘other guy’ was a light bar that got away in the wind and it broke into a jillion pieces after it hit me,” she said grinning through her tears. “Teach it to mess with me!”

“Point your hands towards the ceiling,” I told her and walked between the casts when she did. “Now you can hug me Shorty.” That’s been my nickname for her ever since I got to be taller than she was. I’m now 6′2″. Clutching me more with her upper arms as she couldn’t close and really hug me, Mom did.

“How do you like my new babies?” she asked.

“Colorful if nothing else,” was all I could say. The staff who had applied the casts had made one pink and one blue, just like the new borns were dressed in Peds.

Taking a tissue and wiping her eyes from the tears I then sat while she told me about her big adventure. They were trying to beat a storm that had blown up and get the last few needed shots so they wouldn’t have to return the following day. The winds that preceded the storm began to whip the equipment about and one of the wires snapped on a light bar. Luckily she was able to throw up her hands to block it or she could have been killed. Those things get heavy.

“Honey, our insurance is going to pay for a nurse to help me during the day time however I’m going to need help the rest of the time also. The only difference between me and a new born is I can walk, if someone helps me to my feet, talk and tell you what I need and they can’t. I can’t feed myself, can’t bathe myself, I can’t even wipe myself after I go to the bathroom, I’ll need help. Do you think you can do that?”

“I have to change your diaper, bath and feed you in other words? Do I have to pat your back and burp you after I feed you as well? I’ll need a large towel so you don’t upchuck on my shirt.”

“No, Mr. Smarty. It’s not quite that bad but it will be a lot of work Greg so I have to ask. She’ll only be there during the day so it’ll cut into your social life in the evenings.”

“Mom, my social life isn’t much if you’ll remember and besides it isn’t forever. Only a few weeks. We can manage.”

We did what needed to be done to get out of there and a couple of days later were on our way home. That was our first embarrassing moment. Mom HAD to go, she couldn’t hold it any longer so I took her to the bathroom on the plane. The flight attendant started to object until she saw BOTH arms in casts and figured better me taking care of Mom in there than having to do it herself.

As I said before Mom is not very body conscious but she is what you might say waste conscious! It bothered her to pee in front of me. The clean up and dressing later didn’t bother her, just letting down her water and urinating with me standing where I could hear it got to her so I kidded her about it until she laughed and let go. I then patted her dry and helped her back into her clothes before I washed my hands (YES, I was taught to wash my hands each time I went to the potty!).

After collecting her bags I left her with them while I went for my car and got around to her. Pulling up in front I couldn’t help it so I called out, “Hey Lady, you looking for a good time?”

“Well…” she started.

“How about just someone to take advantage of you in your defenseless state? THAT could be fun!”

She laughed at that and moved closer to the car as I opened the passenger door for her and then the trunk. After helping her into the car I tossed her things inside and we drove home.

As the nurse wasn’t due until the next day it was up to me to take care of her for the evening. It was fun, if she got too talkative while at the table I just shoved another spoonful of chow into her mouth and that quieted her down. I would laugh at her and wiggle my finger in her face while tushing her for being so noisy.

After taking some measurements I made a resting frame for Mom’s arms to use while she was in the shower. It was just a couple of boards on some rod stock we had that she could rest her arms on while I bathed her. The boards kept her arms about 4 feet up so she didn’t have to hold them all the time. I had a board front and back so she could get scrubbed both ways and still relax.

In order to take a shower we had quite a production. First I would tape a face cloth just above each cast to absorb any leakage and then stick arm and cast into plastic garbage bags that I taped closed. The cast was now protected so she could bathe. We had cut the sleeves out of one of her terry clothe robes and that’s what she would wear before discarding it and climbing into the shower. I would follow her in wearing a swim suit and bathe her then.

As I said for the last 2 years I had been aware of what a beautiful woman my Mom was and now it was my JOB (!) to run my hands all over her body, feeling it, bathing it and then drying it.

After helping her out of the shower and into her robe I would sit her on the end of the bed and dry her upper arms, remove the bags and then dry her lower legs. That went on for two weeks before it changed.

Sitting on the floor in front of her I dried one of her legs and when I put it down I moved it outside my body as I picked up the second and began to dry it. Lifting her legs made the robe open and display her pussy to me and when I put the other leg down I moved closer. Before she even realized what I was doing I had my face between her legs and was licking her pussy dry as well.

“What are you doing!” she demanded. “Greg, you can’t do… oh… Baby, stop, you’re not supposed to do tha… Oh… Baby don’t do that it isn’t righ… OH, Greg…” she moaned.

Until now Mom had been a very healthy woman with all the appetites most healthy women possess. Unless she had been playing with the people on the shoot she had been without for nearly 3 years now and my licking didn’t take long to produce a reaction.

I gently pushed her flat on the bed, raised her hips more and dove in deeper, sucking, licking and probing with my tongue. GOD she tasted good and had the aroma of aroused, excited, appealing, mesmerizing WOMAN!

Sliding my hands up her sides I captured each of her lovely breasts and began to massage them as well. I rubbed, fondled and caressed the entire breast before I once stroked across her nipple. When I did she gasped and shoved her chest up into my hands for more. I tweaked and teased her nipples as I probed her vagina harder and deeper with my tongue. Rolling the hard little nubs between my index finger and thumb I gently twisted and fine-tuned her perky nipples as I moved up to tease and taste her clitoris.

Slowly I brought one hand back down, opening my hand and running my fingers across her body as I did. Moving it lower, around and inside I began to finger her vagina as I licked, caressed, sucked and teased her clit more and more, harder and harder, faster and faster.

Mom’s breathing had already become erratic before I introduced my fingers to her pussy, this just increased her gasping and groaning until she screamed. She arched her back, stiffened as hard as a board, freezing every muscle and stayed that way for quite a while. As her muscles relaxed she slowly came back down to the bed and shuddered several times while I licked up all the juices her pussy had spilled out.

Slowly kissing my way up her beautiful body I licked, tongued and sucked on her breasts and nipples when I arrived before moving up more. She hadn’t noticed that BOTH hands hadn’t been on her while I licked and ate her succulent pussy. I had used one to remove the wet bathing suit I had been wearing in the shower. Now like a rampant stallion nudging a willing mare my hard cock was nudging the gateway to her pussy as I kissed her lips.

Trying to roll away from me she only helped as the head of my hard cock, slippery with precum, met, overcame the slight obstacle and entered her wet, slick love grotto. Just the head was inside as she turned and tried to evade me.

“Baby, you shouldn’t do this. I’m your Mother, this is wrong. Please don… Oh, god that feels good.” She broke off as I moved deeper into her warm, juicy tunnel.

After waiting for so long to be in THIS very position I didn’t want to rush it. Slowly I pulled out and then just as slowly regained all the depth I had plus a bit more. Each stroke I went just a bit deeper until finally at long last I was fully inside this beautiful woman I had dreamed about for so long.

After her initial protest Mom never said a recognizable word, she just grunted, groaned, moaned and sighed. She also began to move with me to heighten the sensation of what we were doing. After dreaming of her for so long I wanted this to last forever but…

Mom had still been deep in the euphoria of her first climax when I mounted her. Long abstinence plus the euphoric high that she had not recovered from brought her to a second climax very shortly which was my saving grace. It seemed no time at all before her pussy clamped down on my hard cock and tried to wring it out just as a bomb exploded in my balls. It didn’t START in my balls but seemed to move up from my very toes and only explode when it reached my balls. I came so long, so hard and from so deep I’m sure I lost a toenail as well! I all but collapsed on top of her as my strength drained out of me. With the last of my energy I rolled off her to the side, taking her with me, still between her arms, her top leg pulled over me and my shrinking cock still inside her. I lay there slowly, gently stroking her body as I recovered from the dizziness of what had just happened.

The realization hit me that I had actually done it! I had made love to my Mom after dreaming of her for so long. This time I had cum inside her, not into a tissue while dreaming of her!

When my pounding pulse and gasping breath had slacked off a bit I raised up and moved her lower arm so it was between us, more comfortable for both. When I did she tried to say something.

“Greg,” she started before I put my fingers over her lips quieting her.

“Mom, I’ve wanted to do this for years now. Shortly after you and Dad split up I realized that you were not only my Mom but you were a very beautiful, desirable female and sexy as hell! You KNOW my reaction to seeing you and the others in the torture room (What we called the exercise room!). I’ve heard the snickers and laughter as I fled. And then to have to bathe you every day, to run my hands all over your lovely body, it just got to be too much. I HAD to!”

“Was it really so terrible Mom? If it was then you can have the nurse give you your bath before she leaves and Lydia will be home soon. She can take over and I’ll stay away as much as I can.”

“No,” she said softly, “the terrible part was that I enjoyed it so much. I ENJOYED making love to my own son!”

I had been careful to stay inside her as much as possible with a soft, shrinking cock but hearing her statement only reversed things. Once again it started to grow. As it did it only wormed its way deeper into her warm, moist grotto of pleasure.

“Oh baby,” she gasped as she moved in reaction on my growing erection. “Ohhhh, I’ve missed this so much.”

Pulling her over on top of me I let her ride as much and as vigorously as she wanted. She had collapsed from her second orgasm when I rolled us over and began to long stroke into her warm, wet middle. As she began to recover she wrapped her long legs around me and pulled herself to me in time to my strokes.

Lydia is now home, Mom’s casts are off and she is working on recovering her arm strength and we are still lover. We have to be more careful with Lydia around so much and I guess we weren’t careful enough.

Lydia came into my room the other night and let me know she was aware of our affair. She wanted to find out just what I was doing to Mom but that as they say… Is Another Story which will follow this one!

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