Introduction: Mom seduces her Son using him to Breed the Neighbors.
Author’s note:
All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of eighteen years.
This story includes unprotected sex between a mother and her son with the intent of impregnation. It does not include anal.
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It felt good to be back in my room. After my first year of attending a university, I was back home for the summer. My name is Sam, and I live with my mom Melissa. My dad died more than a dozen years ago. Last year Mom bought the house we’re now living in, located forty miles from where we used to live. We moved here right after my eighteenth birthday.
The large house was more than we required, but it was the best value for the location. I picked one of the bedrooms on the upper floor. We turned the other bedroom on the floor, which shared a bathroom with mine, into a study. Mom’s master suite was at the end of a long hallway off the dining room, and the living room overlooked the back of the property. Large windows face the gardens in the backyard, providing a peaceful and quiet atmosphere. A couple of other bedrooms, located along the hallway to Mom’s master suite, were turned into hobby rooms.
Her sister, Rachel, convinced Mom to move here to be closer to her. She divorced her husband three years ago and longed for her sister’s companionship. My aunt finally convinced Mom to relocate. Mom wasted no time moving here as soon as I graduated. Neither have regretted it and have been inseparable. They have shown no interest in men, preferring to spend their time together.
Physically similar, they would have no trouble attracting men if they desired. They are brunettes, although my aunt dyed her hair blonde last year. Both have their hair cut short, which frames their beautiful faces perfectly. Mom’s large, deep brown eyes make you feel better immediately when she looks at you. She has long, toned, firm legs, proudly showing them off when wearing short skirts. Her breasts aren’t huge but large enough to sexily push out her tight blouses.
Aunt Rachel’s deep green eyes accent her blonde hair. I thought she was sexy before changing, but her new hair color made her look even better. At twenty-six, she’s eleven years younger than Mom. Her breasts appear bigger than Mom’s, and her luscious legs look similar.
My mood has always been at its best when I’m around either of them. We have a large garden at our new house, and the three of us worked together, keeping it maintained. We usually treated ourselves to dinner or a movie after a day of hard work. My aunt lived a few blocks away and routinely walked over to visit us.
Rachel never mentioned her ex-husband, but she did obtain the house and a substantial amount of money after the divorce. Mom told me it was due to a dispute concerning children but wouldn’t divulge whether my aunt wanted offspring or he did. Without hearing the true story, but knowing him, I suspected he had an affair.
Our time together the last few years has really bonded Mom and me, working and playing together. Mom rented an apartment for me at the university, thinking it would be more comfortable than living in a dorm. I figured it was an incentive to keep me at school, allowing her to develop a relationship. Coming home once a month would give Mom plenty of freedom, but as far as I could tell, she wasn’t dating. After three months, Mom pleaded with me to come home every weekend because she and my aunt missed my company. Gladly accepting her proposal, I changed my schedule according to Mom’s wishes.
My time with Mom and my aunt increased my sexual frustration. When I arrived back at school on Sunday night, I’d call up one of the girls I cycled through. They didn’t know why they received such a good fucking each time I returned, and I wasn’t honest enough to tell them I was fantasizing they were my mother. I picked girls that looked similar to Mom or Aunt Rachel, avoiding an emotional attachment to any of them. They made it clear they were with me for the sex and didn’t want to get tied down to anyone during school, so I didn’t mind using them to stave off my incestuous lust.
Mom and Rachel remained close, neither dating. They devoted their full attention to me when I came home for the weekends, and I looked forward to being with them through the summer. Jealous men stared at us when we’d go out on the town. My aunt dressed less conservative, although, much to my dismay, neither would go braless.
Eating out was especially hard as I would sit by Mom with Rachel across from us. She wore a bra, but her dresses showed a lot of cleavage from her full, meaty breasts. She often caught me staring at her chest through dinner, not saying anything to my mother. She would go back to talking to Mom, smiling while acknowledging the admiration of her sexy wares.
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Mom interrupted my daydreaming, calling me for dinner. She had prepared one of my favorite meals to celebrate my homecoming. While we sat across from each other, I found myself longingly staring at her beauty. She even asked me a couple of times whether I didn’t like my food since I wasn’t eating much. It was hard to break away to eat, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in her attempt to please me. Her eyes were magnets, deep brown and beautiful, a window to her soul.
After finishing, we retired to the living room to discuss our gardening plans. It was the time of year we’d have to do a lot of work to get them in shape for summer. She told me Rachel was anxious to come over and help, which wouldn’t help subdue my aroused state. Unfortunately, I would have to seek a seasonal job to help pay for my escalating education costs. Summer employment would severely limit the time that I could spend with my two favorite ladies.
I was tired after the long trip and went to bed early, putting off job hunting until morning. I fell asleep fast, thinking of past images of Mom and my aunt. I woke up earlier than usual and went downstairs to the kitchen. Mom had a daily newspaper delivered, and whenever I was home, we’d share it while eating breakfast. I retrieved it and started to read while waiting for Mom’s arrival.
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Mom’s door creaked open, and I heard her faint footsteps patter down the hall. She lightly kissed me on the back of my neck. “Good morning, Sam. You’re up early.” I could smell her natural scent while her lips burned my flesh.
“Yes, I am. I slept well and wanted to start looking for a job,” I replied while watching my mother walk around me to the counter. My gaze froze when I saw her blue nightie, barely covering her full, firm ass. It wasn’t a see-through, but it clung to her tight enough, making it obvious she was nude underneath.
While she filled the coffee machine, my eyes locked onto her long, bare legs. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen them, but they still excited me when displayed. When she finished and turned, I quickly looked down at the paper, disguising the fact I was leering. While she walked by me to go back to her room, my eyes lustfully followed her sexy body.
After a few minutes, she returned in a robe to prepare breakfast. She must come out to the kitchen each morning right after awakening and start the coffee machine before returning to her room to change. I had gotten up early before, and she always wore her robe. I wondered if she had changed her routine when I started college.
I made a mental note not to allow sleep to interfere with my early morning delight. Hopefully, Mom wouldn’t revert to wearing her robe before coming out to start up the coffee in the future.
We talked while she cooked. After we ate and finished reading the paper, I helped her clean up. When done, she asked, “What are you going to do today while I’m at work?”
“Mostly looking for a job, but I’ll find some time to work in the garden, too. I want to contribute more to my college expenses. It’s not fair that you’re bearing most of the burden.”
She smiled and replied, “I don’t mind. You help out here so much that I’m getting my money’s worth. If you find a job, promise me it’s one you’ll enjoy. I don’t want you picking one just for the money.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
She hugged me, wished me luck, and left to get dressed to go to work. Retreating to my room, I surfed for job leads. A few minutes later, I heard Mom’s car pull out. I looked out my window and watched her drive away. As soon as her car disappeared, I was in bed, stroking my rock-hard cock, reliving the sight of her nightie-clad body. I didn’t last long, coating my stomach with globs of hot cum.
I didn’t have much luck finding a job, so I decided to take a break and go out. I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some items Mom had written on a list on the table. When I arrived home, Mom was already there. She greeted me with a hug, and I asked her if anything was wrong. She smiled and said, “I took off early to spend more time with you before you start a job. Unless you don’t want me to.”
“That sounds great, Mom,” I replied. “It’ll be fun hanging out together.”
We walked around the garden, discussing what to do for the next few days. While we ate dinner later that night, I told her I wasn’t having any luck finding a job. She looked disappointed before grinning and saying, “You never know; maybe something will come up.”