The Family Reunion

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Mother and son share each other and a secret.
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Schaka
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"Our Secret" generated controversy, compliments and confessions from mothers who had one time sex with their sons. The confessions were usually sent to my email. But the requests were the same: more stories where the mom/son relationship spins out of control and results in sex! One time only!

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The family reunion was better than most. As usual it was held on the old family farm the family had inherited after the death of my grandparents. Uncle Harry had taken it upon himself to add some improvements. The old cinder block farmhouse was basically untouched. But uncle had turned the old barn at the far end of property into a communal shower. He had kept the tree shrouded lawn area intact. The family tents were pitched in the clearings formed by the various clumps of trees. It added an element of privacy. My tent was pitched adjacent to an old willow; mom and dad tent was just the other side of that same willow.

Uncle Harry was making a nuisance of himself telling stories he had told countless times before. His wife, Aunt Ethel, while shushing him was making spectacle of herself in a swimsuit that was at least a size too small. Her enormous jugs pushed obscenely out of both sides and the top. And that was just my father's side of the family!

At 47 my mom is a full figured bosomy woman. In her stocking feet she stands about 5' 9", maybe 170 lbs. Years ago I had peeked in her lingerie drawer and saw her bra size. She was a 36C then. As I watched her across the fire I could see she was a good deal larger now. I'd say she was 38 C to D.

My mother's side was boozers. Despite the implied and express disapproval of their spouses, her brother and sister were doing their best to empty the accumulated liquor for the group. Trooper that she was, mom was doing her best to keep up with her older siblings.

The title of their conversation could be: Incoherency!

It was punctuated by interrupted sentences, slurred incomprehensible jokes followed by loud guffaws.

Mom had reached the point where standing was not an option. She sat wide legged, her feet splayed in front of her. From my vantage point I could see that her cotton Bermuda shorts had pulled tightly against her pussy. In the shifting play of light and shadow caused by the blazing open fire, I thought I could see the outline of her sex. Her sweat stained tee shirt clung wetly to her emphasizing her large breasts.

I mentally shook myself. A small smile found its way to my lips. I was perving my mom! Like most teenage boys, she had been the object of my early sexual fantasies. As I grew older and hopefully, wiser, she took her place in my mind as the mother figure that all other women must measure up to!

Dad and I shared private jokes about mom, the casual drinker, trying to keep pace with her veteran drinker siblings. We had a little bet on whether one of us would have to walk her to their tent or could she make it alone. Privately I wondered if I would have to walk them both to their tent.

Now I must confess I was doing my share of drinking! But like most drunks, I pointed out how much the others had drank while minimizing my intake! But we were all drunk!

It was a good night. The hot day had cooled to a comfortable night. The arc of the Milky Way filled the sky on this moonless night.

I sat next to my dad, Tom. The heat of the bonfire served only to intensify the effects of the alcohol. I watched as his head dropped to his chin, only to snap back as he fought sleep and alcohol.

Dad is a paunchy 50 years old. At 6' 3" and a good 250 he is still an imposing figure. Since I had been back home I had figured out that he and mom weren't having sex much if at all. I mean my room is just down the hall and the silence at night was deafening! When I was still a teenager, they had provided lots of masturbation material with their loud lovemaking. Mom was a screamer and when dad used to hit that good spot, her screams echoed through the house! That was usually followed by shushing and giggles.

Across the blazing embers of our fire, my cousin Anne caught my eye. She slowly and suggestively ran her tongue over her full pink lips, ending in a puckered moue. My cock stiffened at the promise of that lewd gesture. I puckered and blew her a kiss. Nervously I glanced around the fire. No one, especially her husband, Sam, seems to have noticed us.

In some ways she was a carbon copy of my mom. But then all of the women on that side of the family were voluptuous. Anne used to tease me that she wasn't big but statuesque!

We were both 22 and had been fucking each other since we were in our early teens. It had started with normal inquisitiveness and quickly graduated to some of the best sex we had ever had. We had shared our firsts: The first oral, our first 69, our first anal and, ultimately our first child.

Our 4 year old daughter sat between Anne's husband's legs, her head against his thigh, sleeping peacefully. A pang of jealousy shot through me as I watched them. The fact that another man was raising my daughter hurt deeply. The added fact that he slept with my woman every night caused my jaw to tighten and my fists to clench.

I forced myself to relax. I knew the decision to convince her then platonic boyfriend to fuck her and then tell him he had got her pregnant was the right one. The scandal of disclosing that our incestuous relationship had produced our angel, Susan, would have ripped the family apart. And the social stigma would have followed our baby for the rest of her life. Yes, we had made the right decision, but still it hurt.

Before Susan was born, I left for college. The school was 8 hours away so my visits home were for Christmas and summer break. I found out about my daughter's birth in one of my infrequent calls with my mom. It hurt that I couldn't be there.

In the intervening four years, Anne and I had stolen moments. During the summers there were more cheap motels than I can remember. When I was home for the holidays, there were passionate stolen trysts in the back seat of cars.

Once, during the holidays, we had risked all for a quickie in the basement storeroom of my parents' house. We could hear the entire family celebrating 3 feet above our sweating bodies. Anne had leaned over an old dusty trunk while I plowed the depths of her married pussy. If they had been listening instead of partying, they would have heard the animalistic snorts, groans and moans of our illicit sexual act. If they had taken a few steps down the hall and even fewer down to the basement, they would have seen me invade that luscious tight ass. They would have heard the screams of our orgasms as we came together and I planted my seed deep in her anus.

Another time I had stopped by their bungalow for a visit. Her husband offered me a beer and apologized for not spending more time with me. They were having friends over later and he needed to mow the grass. Anne and I exchanged pleasantries as we sat in her living room. We talked about school, married life and Susan.

I held up my empty beer questioningly. Anne smiled broadly. She stood and walked into the kitchen. She turned to face me and lifted her house dress to her chin. She was naked under the dress. She turned slowly modeling her naked body for my eyes. Her breasts were larger because of child birth. She had stopped shaving because her husband preferred a full trimmed bush.

She turned slowly so that her ass was towards me. She bounced and made her ass jiggle. She looked over shoulder and grinned devilishly. She let her dress drop and reached in the fridge and got me another beer.

Later Anne took me upstairs to see our baby. She was sleeping peacefully in her crib. The burr of the lawnmower could be heard just below the window. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on her precious forehead.

Anne and I embraced and watched our baby sleeping peacefully. We began kissing. Anne's tongue invaded my mouth. Our tongues dueled as our passion grew. I raised Anne's dress and squeezed her ample ass as we kissed. Both of our breaths were quickening. When I ran my hand between Anne's legs, it was drenched by her wetness. As her husband mowed the grass just below the window, we made out like teenagers.

I pushed her against the wall and mauled her nipples with my tongue. I had two fingers jammed deep in her eager pussy when the baby started fretting. I stepped back and Anne picked our darling up. It was time for her feeding. Anne unbuttoned her dress and let Susie suckle. I leaned over and suckled the other teat. My hand found Anne's pussy again and I finger fucked her to orgasm while our baby and I suckled her milk filled breast.

In fevered phone sex, we had planned this night. She would sneak into my tent after everyone was asleep. It was a terrible risk. All of the tents were pitched in a fairly tight area among the trees of the old family farm. The good news was her tent was fairly isolated from the others behind a few trees. The bad news was that mine was just a few feet from my mom and dad. The risk was considerable but our lust knew no bounds.

My father was the first to call it a night. He said his good nights and staggered the few feet to his tent. He was followed by Anne and her husband and our angel, Susan. Gradually the group scattered to their tents. I finally made my way to mine. I was a good deal drunker than I had planned. But my dick was hard with the anticipation of Anne's visit to my tent.

I woke in total darkness. The only light was the thin glow of the Milky Way on this moonless night. I heard the soft burr of someone snoring next to me. In the gloom I could make out soft outline of a female shape.

I silently cursed myself. I had fallen asleep. Anne had sneaked out to meet me. She had probably tried to wake me and couldn't. Now she lay sleeping next to me. How long had she been here? How much time did we have left??

I shook her lightly and quietly called her name. She rolled to her back and mumbled something incoherent.

The soft light of the stars outlined her body. The mounds of her breast were larger than I remembered. Her hips felt fuller. My incestuous lover had gained a few pounds I laughed ruefully to myself.

I leaned over and took one nipple in my mouth and sucked it gently. At first there was no response. I transferred my attention to the other breast, sucking it while rolling the nipple of the other between my thumb and forefinger. That earned me a groan and a slight upward thrusting of her hips.

I straddled her, balancing my weight on my knees and arms. From this position I tongued each nipple. Then I trailed my tongue wetly through her cleavage, down her abdomen to her navel. I paused there letting the hot wet tip of my tongue probe her navel. Oddly it was an outie. I recalled Anne's navel was an innie. Perhaps childbirth and time had forced it out. My sucking of it drew a groan from my love.

I could tell my foreplay was arousing her. I could feel her hips thrusting up against my belly. The aroma of her sex filled the tent.

I traced down her lower abdomen into the bristly thicket of her sex. My tongue moved lightly down the swollen wetness of her labia.

She groaned loudly and made to say something. I shushed her. She giggled and shushed me back. Her voice was unrecognizable with lust as she slurred huskily:

"I know, I know!"

I slid down and invaded her pussy with my tongue. I launched an attack deep in her wetness with the hard tip of my tongue. Her hips thrust up, a deep moan issued from her mouth as my assault continued. In the gloom I saw her hands travel to her breast, she pulled hard on her nipples.

I transferred my attentions to her clit. I used the tip of my tongue to duel aggressively with her hard little man in the boat. I flicked it repeatedly back and forth. I could feel her wetness streaming down my chin. I finally sucked her clit into my mouth.

I eased two fingers into her now sloppy wet pussy. I aggressively finger fucked her while sucking greedily on her swollen clit. Anne went wild like she had never done before. She placed her hands on either side of her body and began thrusting her hips up with a wanton need.

"Oh fuck!!" She groaned.

I felt her hands clawing at my shoulder. Taking it as a sign, I turned and offered my dick to her. She inhaled it, sucking hungrily. She gagged as she tried to force more of my cock down her throat. I slipped two fingers in her pussy. Her hips bucked hard against my face. I felt that tingle in my balls. I was close to coming. I knew she was too as her clit continued to swell.

We came together. I exploded in her mouth, pumping my seed deep in throat. Spurt after spurt filled her mouth and overflowed wetly onto my hips. Simultaneously she squirted hard and long, drenching my hair, invading nostrils and burning my eyes.

We collapsed, breathing heavily. She rolled to her stomach, covered in sweat, gasping for breath. I rolled on top of her, my still rigid member settling between the mounds of her ample ass. I rose on my arms and began to saw my cock up and down between her perspiring cheeks. Again I heard the soft burr of her snoring as she dozed back off.

No, my love, I thought, no sleep tonight. I have waited too long for this moment.

I placed the head of my cock at the opening of her anus. We both loved anal! It added a layer of depravity to our illicit love. We usually had to do it slowly, allowing her to overcome her anxiety as I gradually entered her. But her drinking and our lovemaking had her so relaxed that I slid in balls deep with little effort.

She woke on my second thrust.

"Fuck!!" She moaned huskily.

I forced her head into the softness of the down filled sleeping bag. I felt the rage of jealousy fill my heart. My breathing became labored as I envision her, my woman, my lover, the mother of my child fucking her cuckold of a husband.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered hoarsely:

"Does he fuck you like this? Does his cock fill your ass like mine does?"

Her head rose and she began to slur loudly:

"Whuh are....?"

I reached down and covered her mouth with my hand.

"Shhhhh!" I whispered urgently. I too wanted to scream as I plumbed the velvet channel created by her tightening sphincter muscles. But only thin layers of cloth separated us from the other tents, especially my parents.

She took my finger in her mouth and sucked it hungrily.

I leaned back. I raised my arm and brought my hand down sharply on her full ass. My lover grunted loudly and pushed back hard. I raised my other hand and brought it down in another vicious slap on her other ass cheek. She turned into a wild woman, mewling, snarling, I could hear her fingers scratching my mattress.

I stopped and let her fuck my member. She was up to the challenge, redoubling her efforts, pounding and bruising my pelvic bone as she drove herself to orgasm. I felt her wetness hit my thighs as she buried her face and came with total abandon. Her thrusts slowed as she came down.

I was exhausted from our exertions and the lingering effects of the alcohol. I rolled to my back, gasping for air. I was covered in sweat. I felt rather than saw my lover rise to her hands and knees. Her lips pressed hard against mine. I could smell the odor of stale alcohol as her tongue dueled with mine.

Then she repeated the journey I had made down her body with my tongue with her own tongue. She kissed the hollow of my neck. Her tongue trailed down and across each nipple. She nipped lightly at each one, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips.

That drew a sharp shush from her before she continued her journey down my body. When she reached my cock, I grabbed her head, trying to stop her. I knew the residue of anal sex covered my cock. I tried to stop her. She roughly slapped my hands away.

She grabbed my penis at the root, her hand cupping my balls. Her tongue started at her hand and licked up my tumescent member. At the head she kissed and tongued my slit before going down and repeating this cleansing ritual of my cock.

She straddled me. She reached back, grabbed my cock and slid it into her sopping wet hole. She lay on top. I gripped her large ass as she bounced frantically up and down. She whispered urgently in my ear:

"Tom, this is amazing!!"

Tom????'

I reached over and flipped the switch on my Coleman lantern. In the blue glow of the 15 watt bulb, I saw my mother's face! Her eyes were closed. Her face twisted in a mask of wanton lust. Her hands were on my chest, her large pendulous breasts swinging invitingly above me.

I was fucking my mother!! She thrust down hard driving me even deeper in her birth channel. I leaned forward and captured one of her swaying nipples in my teeth. Mom grunted loudly and continued driving toward her orgasm.

My alcohol soaked mind tried to process what was happening. Somehow mom had entered my tent instead of hers. And now my dick was filling my mom's pussy. My come, my swimmers were going to begin that journey up her birth canal to her womb.

I was realizing every boy's fantasy! I was fucking my mother. My come was in her belly! My cock had filled her ass and brought her to orgasm. If Anne was a great fuck, mom was amazing! Her lush body was made for fucking. I flashed back to her nocturnal screams when I was a teenager. Was she riding dad like this when she screamed? Or maybe he was fucking her ass like I did and that caused her screams?

I reached up and grabbed both of her huge melons and squeezed. She moaned and her eyes popped open. The alcohol continued to cloud her vision and, I suspect, her judgment.

"Joe, she said, Joe, is that you?"

Her thrusts slowed but continued.

"Yes mom it's me!"

I thrust up hard once, twice three times. Mom grunted loudly. Her pussy clamped down as she drove us both to orgasm. I spurted deep in that pussy I had come from 22 years ago. Mom was still rocking back and forth on my softening dick.

"Joel!!! Oh my god!! Joel!!!"

"Mom, mom, be quiet!! Everyone will hear you!"

"What the hell are you doing in my tent?" She whispered drunkenly.

As she spoke she rose to one knee. She straightened one leg as she went to get off me. I watched as my cock popped wetly from her pussy. It was followed by the obscenely erotic sight of my come dripping out of mom's pussy and dribbling on my drenched pubic hair and balls. Mom's eyes followed mine. She covered her pussy with both hands. In my drunken state I wasn't sure if she was trying to prevent me from seeing my come drip from her or hold it in.

"This is MY tent, mom! Somehow you ended up in here instead of next door!"

"And we had sex! Oh jezuz I fucked my son!"

She rolled to her back breathing heavily. Then she rolled to her side, that delicious ass sticking out.

"Fucked my son!" she mumbled drunkenly.

I waited for the thunder of recrimination and guilt. I waited for her eyes to flash with the lightening of anger and contempt. I knew the storm was coming. But what I heard was the loud drunken burr of her snoring. In the dim light of the lantern I could see the wetness of my pubic hair. I saw the trail of juices across my thigh, ending on the sleeping bag.

I realized I was still drunk. I reached over and turned off the lantern. I scooted closer to mom, my semi hard cock resting comfortably in the crack of her ass. I threw an arm over her, cupped one beautiful tit and dozed off.

I don't know how long I slept. But I woke with morning wood. My arm was still thrown over...who...the fuck was this?? Then it came back to me. Mom and I had fucked! The large ass my dick was pressing against was my mother! I reached over and turned on the lantern.

Mom was snoring loudly. She had moved to a semi fetal position with her ass pushed out toward me. My rigid tool rested easily between the inviting pillows of her full mature ass. I sawed my dick lightly in that exquisite channel. Nothing! She kept snoring. I used one hand to raise one of her cheeks. Her anus appeared to be winking at me. Our dried juices matted her wiry thatch.

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