The Kincaid Family Kink Pt. 01-02

"No, I guess not, thanks mom. You understand about Schenectady, it was just a porno movie, nothing else, Okay?"

"Scandal-ectady case closed. No harm, no foul. I hope that the spell won't wear off your father for a while, I'm enjoying the Renaissance of romance, that we've got going."

"Me too. I mean, me three. Hey! I got the name of that film, why don't I order it off the Internet? Uh, you pay, okay?"

"Good idea, Master Jack the masturbator extraordinaire!"

"Jack, the jack-off king, that's me!"

She laughed, and he also. It was time to go jump her husband's bones. Having already taken care of her son's boner for the night, or so she thought. Mandy went into her bedroom, and Harry was in bed, sans PJs. She stripped off her nightgown, while he raised his eyebrows in a questioning expression. "Don't say a word," She said pulling the sheet down and off, and climbed on his lap. She speared the hard point of her left nipple, her favorite, in his mouth, and made sliding motions upon his rapidly growing erection. Not long afterward, the randy wife reached down, and guided him into her, and rocked that rocket until it blasted off inside her vagina. She had a small, but nice climax too.

"I got Jack to tell me, what happened on your trip." Mandy whispered when she slid off, still in need of another orgasm.

"And you aren't upset?"

"Nah! Why should I be? It's not that far out. Come on fuck me again, or eat me, I really need a big cum tonight!" She decided not to mention to Harry, about making Jack cream, unsure if he might be jealous. She was really turned on by her own secret sex-capade with her son, however. Harry was inspired again, and brought his renewed vigor to plow on her pud, then sank in deep, to give her what she craved. The woman was primed, and when his dynamite stick went off, it triggering her own explosion. "That's it, just like that!" Mandy cried out, "I'M CUMMING, CUMMING," she yelled in the moment of freedom, of her body's physical liberation.

I'M CUMMING TOO, MOM!" she heard from through the closed door. But somehow yet, was glad that he had joined them, at least in spirit that evening. She loved both her sexy men. It felt sort of odd, yet Mandy was pleased that she could bring pleasure to both. It wasn't going any further, but it was kind of exciting none the less.

Harry rolled off and grinned at his wife. "So you know about Jack's secret obsession, about his mom?"

"Not so secret to begin with, he strips me with his eyes sometimes, I swear. I don't mind that he finds his mom attractive."

"And you don't mind, that I get turned on by his having the hots for you?"

She was silent for a moment, as she realized there was more to the story. 'My husband was 'turned on' by my son desiring to fuck me - was that the other part of the dynamic, going on between this messed up ménage?' she wondered. "What was on that porno tape anyway, Harry?"

"Didn't he tell you? You were!"

"I never made a porno tape, you know that!!"

"Not you, an actress that looked very much like you. Jack said, 'That woman reminded me of mom.' I studied the tape closer, and sure enough she looked like she might have been your younger sister, if you had one, that is. 'I'd like to get it on with mom.' Jack confessed to me out loud. And then he said, 'It's really hot, listening to you guys fuck. This is like watching! Could I watch you guys too?' I understood then that he wasn't just listening to us, like any old dirty movie, but he was thinking about screwing you, while we were balling on the other side of the door, only a few feet away."

"It came to me, that my son wants to fuck his mother. Just like I had wanted to do it to my mom, I thought to myself, but I didn't tell him about my own oedipal desires. So now you know, that's what made me so excited, watching Jack jerk-off to an image that was the vision of his sexy mom balling some guy. You really don't have a problem that I was thinking about you and our son, getting it on?"

So they both have a thing for their moms. She never knew that about Harry! What a revelation! He went on with his disclosures.

"God! It made me so hot, that I began to masturbate, while I watched him jerk off, looking at the image of his mother, fucking on the screen. When he came, I came too at the same time; thinking about him cumming in you, squirting his hot jism up your cunt. It makes me so horny, every time I remember it. I think you're fantastic, to allow Jack and I to share our fantasies with you, and not be angry. God I love you, Babe!" He gave his wife a big kiss, then another, but then he lay back, and was asleep in no time.

Mandy was stunned at the full disclosure. She didn't know what to think. 'My son wanting me, okay - Oedipus complexes were nothing new, just ask the ancient Greeks. But Oedipus, killed his father, not made him a 'partner-in-crime.' her thinking went. She was involved in a real manage of mixed fantasy, voyeurism and incestuous feelings, of both the males in her home. What did she feel about that? Mandy wasn't sure, but it was kinky alright. She reached down, and began to diddle herself. Her mind blended the two men, and she was not quite sure who made her cum, son or sire - but it felt really nice, oh so naughty, and mighty good! Then, she too slept. 'What the hell was next?' she wonder, her last thought before entering dreamland.

Part 2: The kinky fantasy begins to be entangling

The following evening though, as the family settled into their comfortable preliminaries of foreplay, Harry seemed a bit distracted, and a mite off his enthusiasm from the prior nights. Mandy was afraid the party wouldn't last long, and that her worry was being fulfilled as she had feared. But now the lady had the key to unlock his inner sanctum, push the button to boost the octane of his hormone mix, and make his motor run full throttle. But perhaps he was also a bit shy, uncertain of how his spouse would handle those deepest of secrets; that only now, after some twenty-odd years of marriage, had just surfaced. Mandy decided that she would be sweet, and understanding, and solicitous.

After all, she considered, what did she care if he had a thing for his mom? 'Mother Kincaid' was several hundred miles away. As far as his turn-on about Jack wanting to screw his own mom; Mandy thought that was a stickier sort of hankering, but nothing they couldn't work out, if everybody was open and honest about it. 'I mean,' her mind reasoned, 'it's not as if I was about to bed my son, for the sake of my husband's horny dreams. And surely, Harry would not want to share me with another man, even if it was his son. Somethings are beyond the pale, after all.' Mandy's musing went further, 'But on the other hand, why not make magic with a trip to fantasyland, and take a ride on the kinky carpet - [a-lad-an'] his mom, if you will pardon the poor pun!'

"Darling?" She opened her coy ploy, to play on his complex with an Oedipus play, staring 'Kid' Kincaid, "Would you like to pretend to be the son, and I'll be your momma?" Immediately, his face lit up, and his penis raise higher. "Shall I be Libby? (His mom, Elizabeth; a petite, and still handsome woman even in her sixties). And you can be the teenager, who seduces her to have incest, and make her like it, and want more?" Harry hesitated. "Or not, if you'd like another scenario, do you want to be the 'milkman'? You found that a fun fantasy in the past."

"Uh, I like the incest theme, but what if, uh . . I was - Jack, . . with you. See, I, I mean me, gave permission for the two of you to . . get together. Would you be uncomfortable with that? I mean in our fantasy tonight, not that I would ever ask you to do anything you didn't want to do - I mean for real, but if you role play that would be hot. Get my blood flowing, if you know what I mean."

Mrs. could see the turgid erection of Mr., bobbing with anticipation. "I would be happy to be Mandy - to your Jack, for you darling. Knowing that it would please my faithful husband; in his head, in our bed, in the moment, and in fantasy only, dear." She wanted to make it clear that she was not going to be allowing their son to fool around with his mother, in real life. That would be a whole other kettle of fish, or horse play of another color, or can of worms, (barrel of monkey business?), some sort of mess at any rate. Though she dimly was aware that she herself had dabbled in the dirty with Jack, the other night, muddying the waters.

"Jack," His wife said to hubby Harry, "I think it's very open of your father, to let us fool around. Are you a virgin? Have you ever made love to a woman?"

"No, momma," Harry, as Jack, came back, "This is my first time, and I'm glad it's with you. I love you, momma. I think you're so sexy, and I have wanted to do it with you for years."

"Then, come to momma, and you can cum in momma, 'Honey-Sonny'" (Libby's pet name for Harry when he was a boy, and sometimes when she was wheedling a favor now days, as well.)

Sure enough, Harry was youthful in his vigor and rigor, but timid and tender in his manner, as he affected an awkward adolescent arrangement of angled limbs, and imitated inexperience in the ways of intimacy. He had Mandy almost believing she was in the sack with a teen, with Jack, with their lusty boy. It made a surreal sort of illusion, having her son suckle her breasts, and poke at her pussy with a nice fat boner. But it was her hubby too, and safe, not the insanity of incest; yet it had the tension and tingle, of the naughty. She felt the lubrication flood the nether chamber of her sex, but in welcome of whom? Was she in heat for hubby or her own 'Honey-Sonny'? she questioned.

Then Harry hit the mark squarely, putting his round peg in the honey-hole. From there the sensuous sensations of sweet sex, were sweeping her away, and Mandy was more into cumming with the male in her, that concerned about which of the men it was. As long as his dong was coming into her cunt, to bring her off, he could shoot his cum in momma, meaning Mandy, and make both complete. As flesh slapped together, and they did the dance of the two-backed beast, she was crying out in ecstatic joy. But at the last, as she needed the muscle which had penetrated her pussy to pulse, and purge its creamy load in her woman's womb, she cried out loud, "Yes! Jack! Give me your hot cum in mamma's cunt, fuck me Sweetie, fuck your horny mother!!"

Instantly she wondered if their son was outside our door, and listening in on the fantasy to which he could only dream of, but was being played out by his parents. Was it fair to make the sounds of temptation in his hearing, with no possibility of his being involved? But how could they allow that to become actual action? Surely, they could not, Mandy was certain. Parental prerogatives were denied children. But, he was a young adult now, would he expect that the privileges of maturity, be inclusive of our incestuous experiments in imagination. But still, her rationalizing went, it was just creative play, not genuine hard-core, outright, raunchy rutting of grown-up intercourse, between progeny and parents.

Then Mandy's mind was made a thick fog, forgetting whatever concern and care she had, as the concussion of hairy balls, and hammering pile-driver blasted everything to kingdom cum. The invoking of his son's name, had Harry-as-Sonny socking it to momma, in the manic-panic of pounding paroxysm, in need to empty his sacks of pent up passion, in the womb of the woman that had given him life. Which Mandy-as-Momma was the surrogate, of this evening's therapy for her husband.

She was confident that in the hall, she was being the vicarious vessel of their offspring's lust as well. She was satisfied, had had her own wanton wants fulfilled, flooded, and thoroughly fucked. So every Kincaid was taken care of for that evening's session of naughty nookie. The lady of the house always slept with happy dreams after hot sex; a double lady of lust lately. So it was the pair parted, and dropped off peacefully. Jack crept down the hall, back to his room with a smile and sigh also, leaving a puddle of jism on the floor behind, again.

The next night, Harry was not so reticent, when they retired to their bedroom to romp. (Or was it the romper room to bed?) He said, "Momma, could I be allowed to explore your body? I'd like you to teach me all about what men and women do, when they have sex. I don't really know much. Could you show me, let me touch you, maybe let me fondle your breasts, and feel your vagina, and you hold my peter? Please momma, I think you're so pretty and beautiful. Won't you let your boy find all about what it's like, to be with a girl?" Honey-Sonny wanted to go at it, hot and heavy!

Mandy, was more than game. She took up the theatrical part she was cast in, and acted the role of maternal guide to male-female relations, for her man/child's introduction, and instruction to the art of love. "Yes, dearest, cuddle with mommy, I'll show you everything. All my secret places, and what to do there. How to make momma feel good, and how your mother can make you feel real fine too!" She reached for Harry's prop, prominently protruding at his loins. "I can see my boy has become a man! Such a big one too!"

Harry grinned, and said in a little higher voice, than his normal baritone and with a softer timbre, "It's hard for you momma, I want to put it in your cunny. Will you let me do that? I think you are soo sexy, momma!"

"It sounds like you already have some idea of what to do, but I'm going to give you advanced training!" They began to dialog the script, and to pet and paw, and grope their way to the drama's climax. As Harry/Jack Sonny-boy entered Mandy, as mother to both males, in one unified persona, she had a vision of her real kid's cock that she had fondly fondled for stolen moments. The tall, straight stiffy was an instrument of intricate veins, and smooth skin, with a nicely pointed cap crowning the soldier at attention. A helmet, ruddy and ready to please a gal's pussy. With a crossover from Hubby's fantasy to her own, now she was really imagining it was Jack thrusting his penis inside her vagina, and she loving the excitement of fucking her very own son. Indeed, she welcomed the simulacrum of him, into his mother's body, as a virile member penetrated deep into that womanhood of randy Mandy/mommy to horny Jack; Harry was simply subbing for his son, for her, as well as himself.

What was this? Mandy had the realization, she had gone from being Harry's surrogate, to having him be hers. The incest roles had not changed, but what had altered was her perspective. Now she was getting off, on the incestuous daydream of mother-son sex, as much as her husband was. Not the nightmare of a mixed up manage of mangled feelings, but a bonding of family; in a way that was outrageous, but out in the open, no secrets to their three way sex life. She could tell Harry was getting to the end, as he was panting and grunting and making 'I'm going to cum big!' noises, so familiar to her. In Mandy's delirium of sinful scenario of son and mom making it, doing the dirty deed, whether daddy like it of not; they were fucking each other. Fucking like there was nothing the two of them wanted more than to cum with one another, over and over again, as the scene played out in Mandy's imagination, and took hold in her body's responses.

She was crying aloud now, loudly verbalizing her own sounds of impending climax. "UHH! . . Uhn-gah, Yeahh! Oh God! Baby! Mmmm, do it to mommy, make mommy cum, YESS NOWW! I'M CUMMING JACK! . . cum with me, ohhh I can't help it! I'mm CUMMMING AG_GAINN!!" Then she caught a movement in the corner of her eye and looked in that direction. Their door swung open, and a naked Jack was standing there, his hand on his dick, shooting a long rope of white goo like a streamer.

Mandy heard her son bawl out, "I'm cumming in you, Mom! I'm giving you my cream inside your sweet pussy, right nooww!

Mandy banged her cunt up against the striking prick of her spouse, but it was the son that she was uniting with. Immersed in the moment of incest, involved with their son totally. Even though mother and boy's physical selves were separate at the moment, their lust was connecting them. They locked eyes in the knowledge that what couldn't be done with their bodies; in spirit, had just been. Harry didn't seem to be aware of anything, but the racking shutters of his own orgasm. His shank shriveled inside his wife's vagina, and slunk out, the spunk followed, dribbling down Mandy's ass. She thought was incredulous that he had not heard Jack cumming, but Harry seemed to be oblivious. She mouthed silently, 'GIT TO YOUR ROOM NOW!', and raised eyebrows trying to communicated to Jack, not to let his father see him. Jack got the message in any case, and disappeared down the hall.

Why it should be secret, she didn't know, but somehow it seemed that moment was just hers and Jack's, and not to be discovered by the father. Of course, it would have delighted Harry, but Mandy was not in the mood to have a surreptitious encounter, to encumber relationships any further than the kinkiness had already claimed a hold of. Call it compartmentalizing, call it denial of lustful desires which she had for her son - stirred up by her husbands' own lascivious proclivities, call it what you will. She just didn't want to provide an excuse for Harry to further involve Jack, and herself, in this journey of sordid sexual perversion, and certainly incestuously intertwined family dynamics. Of course, snowballs in Hades stood a better chance of surviving, than any hope of holding the line against the slide into the kinky manage, that had begun to triangulate, as the three merged in lust, and converged toward a mingling of fantasy with fact.

* * * * * *

Harry was at least worn out from the last week of frequent fucking, so no morning nookie. Perhaps that was for the best, as she didn't want to get sore, Mandy ruminated. More to the point, performance falls off in middle-age men if they are not given enough time to recuperate between love bouts. The penis is a muscle after all, like the rest of the body, it needs a care not to be over-used, but kept in good condition and peak operating form. Didn't she read that in Oprah's magazine or somewhere; 'How To Get the Most Out Of Your Man in Bed' something like that? And it was true, she knew from personal experience with Harry. You need to pace the male, like a race horse, if you want to be the filly he is providing stud service to!

The succeeding few evenings they also skipped, as Mandy had started her period. While she got extra horny, when having her monthly time, the early part of the menstruation got really messy if they did it, and sometime her abdomen was not in the mood, if the cramping was at its height. So it was actually a little over a week, since getting back from the trip, that husband and wife were having a frolic in the sheets once more. For several days, nothing had been said about what had happen on that stay over, or the nights right after the guys had returned.

Nor were the activities on the other side of their bedroom door, made mention of. Things were mostly normal, save that now Jack's looking at his mom had a much less subtle longing in his puppy-dog eyes. He might as well had his tongue hanging out, he was giving such drooling stares. His dick was always rampant around her too. That got the dame damn damp, and yet sex was put on pause, the holding pattern persisted several days. So Mandy was much in the mood for love, lusting for a lewd roll in the hay. Harry was happy to oblige her, finally, as mommy's flow fell off to minimum.