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A Mother's Nasty Thoughts 
by Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

AUTHOR NOTE: This is my first incest piece with a 
parent involved. I apologize in advance to those who 
are grossed out by the subject matter. But in an effort 
to cover every topic I did this story even though I 
don't condone this type of behavior. Keep in mind, it's 
only fiction. Phoebs

***

I know it's nasty, but I had this thing for my son's 
girlfriend and she didn't seem to mind and well... 
things just sort of happened. (F-adult/MF-teens, inc, 
bi, preg) 

***

Up until Brad started dating Jennifer our life was 
pretty normal. Sure, I knew that my son was a little 
more attracted to me than was normal. I realized that 
he had erections when he'd seen me in various states of 
undress over the past few years.

But even though deep down in my darkest thoughts I had 
fantasized about making love to my son, I certainly 
would never act on those feelings.

I was a firm believer that everyone had perverted 
thoughts from time to time. I often wondered what 
middle-aged fathers were really thinking when they were 
in the act of kissing their pretty young daughters. I 
know what I usually thought about when I was kissing my 
son for one reason or another.

But when Jennifer came home with Brad one night and he 
introduced her to me and we performed the ritual cheek 
kiss and hug, I was surprised by the feeling of warmth 
I experienced.

I don't mean warmth in the sense of fellowship. I mean 
one of those heart rate, wet pussy, prickly skin 
feelings of warmth. Jennifer reminded me of myself when 
I was her age. Actually she could have easily been 
mistaken for my daughter.

That first time I was confused and embarrassed and even 
surprised when I noticed the smug look in the teenage 
girl's eyes. But I got over the feeling and composed 
myself and then the kids went out on their date and I 
tried to forget the incident.

Both Brad and Jennifer had just turned 18 and were both 
graduating from high school in a couple of months. They 
seemed deeply attracted to each other so when I heard 
noises up stairs one Saturday afternoon just after 
arriving home from the store, I knew what was 
happening.

I was worried; I hoped that they were practicing proper 
birth control. Even though I liked Jennifer, I thought 
that both her and Brad were too young to get married 
and especially too young to have children.

As I continued to hear my son's bed squeaking and the 
headboard bumping against the wall of his room in a 
steady rhythm and it made me more and more nervous the 
longer it went on. What if they were ignoring birth 
control? I knew how passion can over power a teenager's 
common sense in the spur of the moment, and I really 
didn't want to risk being a grandmother at 40.

With no real plan of action in mind I climbed the 
stairs to my son's bedroom. As I crept down the hall 
the image of the two kids making love kept running 
through my mind. Actually, it was the image of a "young 
me" screwing my son in the heat of passion.

By the time I reached my son's bedroom door I was 
breathing harder than I normally would have from the 
climb. I pressed an ear to his door and listened.
I could hear muffled voices, first a female voice then 
a deeper male voice. I couldn't understand what they 
were saying but when I heard a muffled female moan of 
pleasure I knew that Jennifer was enjoying my son's 
efforts.

I knew that I should have waited till later but I 
gently pushed open the door and peered in. What I saw 
pushed thoughts of birth control and motherly concern 
right out of my mind. 

Jennifer was on top and she was "riding" my son like a 
cowgirl riding a mechanical bull. Neither kid could see 
me from my angle, but I could see them perfectly. My 
son was stretched out full length with his feet toward 
me and Jennifer was rising and lowering herself on his 
big shiny dick at a furious rate.

It was as if I was in a dream. I watched fascinated as 
Brad's stiff dick appeared and disappeared to my view 
and Jennifer's humping motions increased at an even 
faster rate.

It was so sexy looking; watching my son plugging into 
Jennifer's pretty young body, to see his legs straining 
with need as he jerked his hips, forcing himself deeply 
into her as she ground herself into him.

I could imagine how it must be for them. I could 
perfectly imagine the feelings Jennifer must be 
receiving from my son's full erect cock as she sank 
down onto him. I was soaking wet and my heart was in my 
mouth as I watched on, unable or unwilling to move.

Then Jennifer groaned and her strong young body seemed 
to shiver and she leaned forward and uttered a gasping, 
"God, Brad. I love you." Then she slumped down on him 
as if in exhaustion.

As I silently closed the door I heard my son say, "Okay 
baby, now it's my turn, roll over and let's see how 
long I can last."

The fear came back to me again, an over powering fear. 
Brad hadn't cum in her yet, but he was going to. And I 
had seen them fucking and knew he wasn't wearing a 
rubber. Damn, what could I do?

I knocked on the door. Then I opened it and walked into 
the room. Both Brad and Jennifer were struggling to 
cover themselves with the disheveled bedclothes.
"Children," I said, "I hope you're using birth 
control." There, I'd said it, and I was glad I had 
because as stupid as it might sound they hadn't been. 
Brad's big plan was to pull out at the last moment and 
cum on Jennifer's belly.

Apparently the kids had been doing if for a couple of 
months whenever they had the chance. I was glad that 
I'd nerved myself up enough to burst in on them. God, 
what a disaster if Jennifer had gotten pregnant.

It turned out that Jennifer hadn't bought pills because 
her mother was very religious and believed that people 
should never have sex until they were married and even 
then, they shouldn't use birth control pill. Jennifer 
hadn't gone to her gynecologist because her mother 
would have found out.

I know that it wasn't my right, but I gave Jennifer my 
birth control pills and told her to start taking them 
right away. My husband was on the road so much these 
days because of his new job that I wasn't expecting any 
action for a few weeks at least and by that time I 
could get more pills and hopefully get Jennifer sorted 
out.

As it tuned out my plan had a few flaws in it.

That night I heard Jennifer and Brad at it again. I ran 
up to his room and rushed through his door yelling, 
"You can't have sex until Jennifer's been on the pill 
for a couple of weeks. STOP!"

Both kids were shocked by my intrusion, but this time 
even though Brad pulled the sheets up to cover himself, 
Jennifer didn't. She just lay there naked resting on 
her elbows and looking up at me.

For a few moments I couldn't tear my eyes from her 
perfect young body, she looked so inviting. Then I 
heard her say, "But Mrs. Hall I'm so horny I don't 
think I can wait 2 weeks, I need to get off now or I'll 
bust."

I looked at her and then to my son I said, "Son, there 
are other ways of satisfying a girl other than 
intercourse. And Jennifer the same goes for you, you 
can always use oral sex and wait until the pills take 
effect before going back to this."

My cheeks were glowing from embarrassment now, but I'd 
said what needed to be said.

I hadn't moved and had hardly taken my eyes off 
Jennifer's lewdly sprawled out young body. She looked 
so inviting; I could see why Brad wanted to screw her 
at every opportunity, if I were a man I know I would.

Then my eyes widened as Jennifer moved to a sitting 
position and looked up into my face and earnestly 
asked, "Mrs. Hall, could you show Brad how to eat 
pussy? We had oral sex when we first met but Bard can 
never seem to get me off. He needs someone to show him 
how to do it and I can't get down there, (She indicated 
her nicely trimmed pussy with a casual gesture) to show 
him myself."

At first I was going to shoot back with a sarcastic 
barb. How dare this child try and embarrass me! But as 
I continued to look into Jennifer's eyes I saw the lids 
become hooded and she opened her mouth slightly and I 
could see her pink tongue moving over her lower lip in 
anticipation.

I knew I was doing wrong, but suddenly I didn't care. 
I'd had a brief lesbian affair in college with my 
roommate and I knew what to do to get another female 
off. But I have to admit that I thought that episode in 
my life was over. But apparently not.

I walked into the room and stood over the children. 
Then I pulled my blouse off over my head and then my 
slacks down and quickly removed my underwear. My son 
lay beside his girlfriend unmoving. I think he'd 
actually stopped breathing. I knew he wasn't going to 
protest and I knew he was aroused because I could see a 
rather large tent with a wet spot at the top of the 
sheet covering his crotch.

Then I gently pushed Jennifer back to the mattress and 
gave the girl a long sensual french-kiss, smooching our 
lips together for over a minute. Then I broke our kiss 
and began to kiss her neck and collarbone, then her 
breasts and then I moved down showering her body with 
kisses and tiny nibbles.

The whole time I was moving toward my target Jennifer 
lay sprawled out willingly surrendering herself to me. 
She squirmed under my attention and moaned softly every 
time I caused a new sensation. I was enjoying this 
tremendously.

Occasionally I looked over at my son and was aroused 
even more at the sight of him laying there his hand on 
his stiff dick, slowly jerking himself off, looking as 
if he were dreaming; my perfect son, naked and 
masturbating to my little sex show. And pretty young 
Jennifer moaning in pleasure under me.

I finally decided to get Jennifer off and increased my 
tongue rhythm and in a minute she was screaming, "YES! 
YES! OH FUCK YES!" As she came hard against my mouth.

When Jennifer finally was able to catch her breath she 
gasped, "See Brad. That's the way you should do it. If 
you could eat pussy half as well as your mom, I could 
give up fucking permanently."

I smiled and said, "I think Brad would have a hard time 
with that."

*

After that incident our relationship changed. Although 
at first I drew the line at fucking my own son, I did 
join in regularly with them and pleasured Jennifer and 
let her pleasure me. We became sort of a threesome over 
the next few weeks. 

I purchased birth control pills for Jennifer on my 
prescription, and let the kids start having 
intercourse. I also enjoyed watching them and even 
joined in from time to time to increase Jennifer's 
pleasure. (And mine.)

But things took a terrible turn when one evening as I 
had Jennifer down on the bed and was fervently eating 
her pussy; at first didn't realize that Brad had moved 
up behind me. But when I felt him push into my dripping 
wet pussy I reared up and told him no.

But Brad wasn't having any of it; he just firmly held 
my hips and pumped away. It felt so good to have a 
stiff dick in me again after so long, but I knew it was 
wrong. Then suddenly I realized that I'd run short on 
birth control pills this month and hadn't taken any for 
several days intending to get back on schedule soon.

But as I was about to protest loudly, Brad thrust hard 
against my rear and I could tell by his jerking body 
and gasps of pleasure that he was emptying himself in 
me.

I looked down into Jennifer's eyes and whispered, "I'm 
not on the pill."

To my utter surprise she just smiled at me and reached 
up, taking my face in her hands and kissed me deeply as 
my son finished his long deep cum in his momma.

I went to the pharmacy the very next day and filled the 
birth control prescription. But 6 weeks later when my 
period was 3 weeks over due and I'd shown positive from 
a home pregnancy test, I knew I was screwed. What had I 
done?

When my husband came home I made sure that we fucked 
like rabbits. I needed a cover for my son's baby and if 
I could make him think it was his then everything would 
be okay.

The one good thing about being pregnant was that I 
didn't have to worry about birth control anymore and 
that left a whole new vista of wonderful things I could 
do. With this new feeling of freedom I began to 
participate in my son's and Jennifer's sex life 
regularly.

When they came home after work, (They had graduated 
from high school almost 6 months ago by now) I would 
invariably be home and ready to make their experience 
more interesting. I was able to instruct them in sex 
positions and fun things to do that they might never 
have though about on their own.

When nine months later I gave birth to my son's baby 
boy I was strangely glad. Jennifer knew what had 
happened, I couldn't seem to keep anything from her, we 
were like sisters and certainly lovers. In fact when 
Jennifer and Brad finally broke up and he started 
dating other girls, I left my husband and Jennifer and 
I set up house together.

Jennifer is better than any man, including my lovely 
son. She knows how to give and receive pleasure better 
than any man will ever be able to.

Just for old times sake though, when Brad is between 
girlfriends we'll let him join in. I do like a big 
stiff dick of his from time to time...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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