This story is of an incestuous and taboo nature and may not be suitable for all readers. The characters and plot are fictional, but not far from the truth. IRAQI SON - inc When I came home from Iraq, I did not know what to do. It looked like I would be getting a medical discharge. I hoped not as I wanted to make a career out of the Army. I was in the hospital for a few weeks but recovered enough to live normally. Little did I know that not only had the war changed me, but my home life would change too? I was hoping to make up for the lost time with my girlfriend. This was not to be, however. Firstly, she gave me rather a cool instead of warm welcoming home, and announced that she had got a "great" new job with a publishing company and would be working in New York for several months, starting immediately. Next I realized that my home was in a mess. My younger brother who dropped out of high school early in his senior year was still living at home. But at this point in his life he made some terrible decisions. Maybe it was the friends he chose that led him down the wrong path. This all started on marijuana and turned to harder stuff; I'm guessing things like ecstasy and speed. My father had a massive stroke that left him physically disabled - paralyzed on his left side and now homebound. The stroke weakened my dad not only physically but also emotionally, spiritually and mentally. He was no longer the decision maker in the house, the leader or the solid father-figure that he had once been. My parents had been faithful to the church, but after his stroke my mom stopped attending - not sure why. After my return my mom shared her concerns with me about my brother being gone for days and she's worried if he's dead or alive. At first I didn't have any idea what was going on, but after I put a few clues together I figured it all out. My brother was a crack addict and alcoholic. We live in a three bedroom house in Plattsburgh across the street from a graveyard. After my dad's stroke, my brother has done little to nothing to help out with maintaining their house and yard. He has been in and out of jail, in and out of rehabs (to no avail). There were frequent episodes in which my parents had to call the police, because my brother was behaving violently, and cursing at my mother, calling her names that no child should ever call their parents. He put too many holes in their walls to count, has stolen from my mother's purse numerous times, and broken Mom's heart beyond repair. Yet, they would never kick him out. Then one day I saw something that changed everything for me. By the time I had gotten up and opened the shades, the sun was high in the sky so it must have been about lunch time; and I noticed that mom was out back by the pool sunbathing in a bikini I have ever seen her in. When I looked over at the adjacent house, I noticed that the teenager named Roy was peering over the fence at mom while she lay there in her own little world. I must have stood there for a good ten minutes watching Roy watch my mom; when he must have gotten the feeling someone was watching him and he beat a retreat back in his kitchen door and out of sight. After watching this, a memory of my teenage started to haunt me again. [One day, late in the evening, I happened to be walking by my mother's bedroom on my way to the bathroom. When I passed her door, my head did a double take. Mom was on her bed folding the bedspread away from the pillows while resting on both knees. Her delectable tanned cheeks were spread high in the air. I stopped to drink in the sight of her smooth, tight skinned rear. She was obviously going to seduce my dad since she had on a new--new to me anyway--thong on. The fabric which snuggled against her sex was white sprinkled in red polka dots that connected to a red strap which did a better job of enticing rather than covering her tight brown hole. There were no hairs to speak of so I assumed she must have shaven it off. Her top was a long white t-shirt, probably my dads. When she finished preparing the bed and was ready to climb off, I hurriedly ran into the bathroom to jerk myself raw. That memory stood with me for some time until I joined army.] My mom Laura is 46, 5'4 in height and ways in at 140lbs with short brown hair with blonde highlights. Her breasts are 38C and are still firm and full for her age. She kept herself in good shape. She was inclined to be a bit casual about how she dressed at home. Every time I would see mom in anything revealing I would end up with a hard on and would have to go to my room or the bathroom to jerk off. She sure was an M I L F that knew it too but was afraid to explore with anyone else apart from dad. As far as Dad was concerned he was sexually inactive since his stroke. Mom and I have always been close and have always been touchy feely and full of physical love for each other. One day I saw her worried and asked about the cause of her worry but she said that she was alright. "C'mon, what kind of son would I be if I wasn't here for my mom when she needs me most?" She came over to where I was sitting and gave me a big hug and I tried not to think about her braless boobs pressing against my shoulder. "No matter how bad things get, as long as I have you I know it'll all be okay." She gave me a kiss atop my head and another tight squeeze. "I can't believe this big boy used to be my little baby!" She suddenly plopped right into my lap. "Mom" I squirmed in a desperate effort to make sure she didn't sit on my currently hard cock. "I used to hold you just like this when you were little, and now look!" She kicked her feet like a little kid. "Remember the giggle game?" And with that she started tickling me. "Mom!" "Oh, lighten up. I'm only joking." She ruffled my hair as she headed for the bathroom. "I'm going to take a quick shower, and then get to sleep." Now no one should blame me for thinking nastily about mom. My brother got arrested for robbing some cash from a local store. He was sentenced to 20 months. This affected my parents badly. My mom in particular was very grim. I hate being around non-happy persons so I decided to cheer her up a little by taking her out for diner. My father as usual opted out due to his health. Mom wore a dress with a tight bodice and bare shoulders and a full, generous and loosely pleated skirt. "You look beautiful in that dress." I said. "Thank you, honey," Mom replied. The hotel we went in was a busy one. We had to wait for a table and we did so at the bar, where she had a couple of Scotches. I took some myself. Later, while we ate, she had a couple more drinks and she had gotten a little tipsy. That was okay, I was driving. When we got home, Mom had thrown her arms around me and kissed me somewhat passionately. "You're a good boy, Keegan, to put up with an old broad like your mother," she slurred, "when you could be out with a nice girl." "I'd rather be out with you, Mom, You're all the girl I want." For a long time I had looked at my mother sexually. Truthfully, I wanted to fuck her. I took the chance, while we embraced, of grasping her behind and pulling her against the hard-on in my pants that had quickly. When she didn't resist, I slowly rubbed myself against her. Then, to my amazement, she had pushed her tongue into my mouth and swayed her body against mine as we continued to kiss. "Ooo," she whispered thru the kiss, "somebody's got a hard-on. Does it feel good, Keegan? Do you want your mommy to take care of it for you?" "Mom," I answered huskily, "I want to fuck you. Can we go to bed and fuck?" She immediately stepped back and, in a low voice, said, "Oh Baby, you're not supposed to fuck your mother. That's a no-no, don't you know?" "I don't care, Mom, I just want to fuck you and make you feel good the way Dad used to do. I want to suck your tits, lick your pussy, to hear you when you cum. Is that so wrong?" I brought my hands up to her chest. "No don't, Keegan," my mother pleaded with me. "Come on, Mom, I can, I can. Come to bed with me and let me make you feel as good as Dad used to, please, Mom, I can do it." She gazed back into my pleading eyes for the longest time, then said, "I'll go to bed with you, baby, and I'll take care of you. We won't fuck but I'll take care of you," she said, almost sternly. I started to squeeze her large melons, but my Mom didn't pull away. Instead she let out a moan. That was all it took for me. I didn't waste a second in starting to strip my mother. I pulled off her top and slid her shorts and panties down to the floor. We were face to face when I took my Mom and pushed her onto the bed. "Come on, Mom, I can, I can. Come to bed with me and let me make you feel as good as Dad used to, please, Mom, I can do it." She gazed back into my pleading eyes for the longest time, then said, "I'll go to bed with you, baby, and I'll take care of you. We won't fuck but I'll take care of you," she said, almost sternly. We had gone upstairs to her bedroom and, I started to squeeze her large melons and she didn't pull away. Instead she let out a moan. That was all it took for me. I didn't waste a second in starting to strip my mother. I pulled off her top and slid her shorts and panties down to the floor. We were face to face when I took my Mom and pushed her onto the bed. I got onto the bed and lay down next to her, reveling in the warmth of her body, feeling her tits pressed against me as she took hold of my cock. She began to stroke her hand up and down, drawing the foreskin back and forth over the sensitive purple head. "Good lord, Keegan, you're every bit as your Dad," she said softly, continuing to pump my prick. I wasn't going to last too long and I twisted slightly so that I could cup one of her tits in my hand. "Do you like feeling my boob, baby? Does it feel good?" "God, yes, Mom, it does feel good.", I answered huskily. "In a minute, baby, in a minute," and she began to speed up the strokes. "Does that feel good? will you tell me when you're going to cum?" "Oh god, yes, Mom, it feels awful good. I'm gonna cum, I can feel it, yes, OH GOD! I'M CUMMING RIGHT NOW!! HERE IT CUMS!!" and with that my jism shot out of my cock, arching over the both of us. As she continued pumping, I spurted again and again. As the last of my cum dribbled out, Mom leaned over and licked it off my cock, then, still holding the shaft in her hand, took the purple head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she sucked me dry. "Did that feel good, Keegan? Did you like that?" "God yes," I gasped between breaths, "It felt wonderful." Mom released her hold on my now shrinking rod and got off the bed, going to her bathroom to return a few minutes later with a warm, wet washcloth. She proceeded to wash the jism off the both of us, then, satisfied we were both clean, tossed the cloth onto the floor and lay back down beside me. "If you want," she said, "You can touch my pussy now. Just touch it, Okay?" I rolled onto my side and, reaching over her slightly, ran my hand over her slightly rounded belly and into the thatch of curly brown hair. I let my fingers go further until I could feel the beginning of the lips of her labia. As I traced one finger back and forth, she parted her legs slightly and I heard her moan softly. At the top of her nether lips, a small button, her clit began to harden, slowly peeking out from its hood. I rubbed it gently in a circular motion and heard a gasp. Her hips rose slightly and began an undulating movement as I continued to rub, first with one finger, then two. Rising up on one elbow, I leaned over and put my mouth to her nearest breast, sucking the hard, erect nipple. Mom put one hand behind my head, holding me to her breast, while with the other on my hand at her pussy as I continued ministering to her clit. She clasped her hand over mine, pressing it hard against her. Her legs parted further and she drew her knees up. "Harder, love, harder," she moaned. "Rub it hard. Make me cum, baby, make me cum." I spread my Mom's legs apart and I slid my tongue between her folds. My Mom let out a sigh and pulled her legs back to give me a clear path to her pussy. I was licking between her pussy like a madman. Mom's juices were all over my mouth and face. I took a finger and rubbed it across clit. When I looked at her face, expecting her to tell me to stop, her eyes were closed and her mouth open as her breathing became more and more ragged. I was getting my mother off!! "Deeper, baby, I can't remember the last time, I was this aroused," she was now screaming loudly. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum...oh god, don't stop, baby, don't stop...oh god it feels so good." I suddenly saw this was my chance to fuck her. Leaving her tit, I scrambled to get on my knees between her spread legs, all the time keeping my fingers probing her cunt. Once I was in position, I withdrew my fingers and guided my prick to her love tunnel and pushed in, sinking my cock full into her. "No Keegan, you shouldn't!" Nothing was going to stop me now. My mushroom began to split between her pussy lips and I moved inside my Mom. Mom was so wet it didn't take much to sink totally into her quim. Mom started to cry out as I stroked her hot pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her. My ass was like a piledriver as I pounded my Mom and fed her every inch of me. I was going to make sure this wasn't the first and last time we had sex. Sweat was pouring over both of us as I pulled her legs apart. I pushed Mom's thighs to her chest. This gave me the ability to get as deep as possible. My cock felt so long and thick as I was stroking my Mom's pussy. Almost at once her body stiffened and I thought she was going to push me out and off her but, instead, she gave a long, low moan and I realized she had climaxed. For what seemed several minutes she remained, her hips thrust up, straining against me, her cunt convulsing on my cock. Then, slowly, she came down off her high, her hips falling back, almost pulling my prick out of her wet cunt. I pushed myself back into her, staying as deep as I could. As I watched her face, the strained look faded and she opened her eyes to look up at me. She suddenly realized it was my cock buried in her cunt and an almost horror came over her as I started to piston my cock into her dripping pussy. "Oh no, no, baby. You shouldn't do this, please baby, please," she protested. But her body said something different and she began thrusting up to meet my every plunge. "Oh god, Keegan, oh god, you're fucking your mother!!" she cried, Oh god, we mustn't, oh god, it feels so good...I don't want to stop." It didn't take long for Mom to start squirting all over again. I felt her juices hitting my groin. Mom was crying out and her body was shaking as I was on top of her screwing her like crazy. I was surprised I was able to hold out as long as I did. My nuts began to pinch as I felt my load rising up to the tip of my dick. I then shot my man load into my Mom. "HERE IT COMES, MOM, HERE IT CUMS!! YES..YES... YESSS!!" With each spurt I tried to get deeper, to plant my juices right at her womb. "Oh my God!" Mom screamed out to me. She must have thought I was going to pull out before I shot my cream. I just couldn't bring myself to pull my dick out. I shot load after load into my Mom's belly. I just kept my cock buried in my Mom until I began to grow soft. Eventually my dick slipped out and I was on lying on top of my Mom. I took each of her nipples into my mouth and I sucked them. Mom had kept orgasming until I finally slipped away from her body. We both were totally exhausted. I seemed to have drifted off after we finished our lovemaking. When I woke my Mom was next to me. "We shouldn't have done what we did Keegan," Mom quietly told me. "I want you Mom, I plan on having you again," I told her. Mom was breathing heavily again, just the way she did before when she became sexually excited. Her love honey was seeping out of her cunt, around my fingers, running down her thighs, as I continued to finger-fuck her. "God, Keegan, it feels so good! You make me feel so damned good. I'm gonna cum in a minute, just don't stop, please don't stop." "I won't stop Mom. I want you to cum and cum and cum," I whispered in her ear. "Then," I continued, I'm going to lick your pussy and make you cum some more. Would you like that?" "Oh god, yes, Keegan, yes, yes, yes." As the last of my jism dribbled into her, I collapsed, falling forward onto Mom, exhausted. We had been fucking for almost an hour and the wonderful exertions had drained me. Mom pushed me off her body and in no time, I was sound asleep. When I awoke, refreshed, late the next morning, I was alone in bed. The pile of clothing that we had left on the floor the night before was gone. I jumped out of bed...I had to pee something awful. After I had emptied my bladder and, without bother to put anything on, went downstairs to the kitchen. * * * * * When I walked into the kitchen, Mom was at the sink, peeling a breakfast orange. She had only moments before, gotten out of bed and paused only to throw a light robe on. When I came in she turned and said, "Don't you even think about it. Your Dad might make an appearance." I started toward her. She picked up a knife. I ignored it and walked right to her, put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees and then further until she was squatting on her haunches. She still held the knife limply in her hand. I grasped her chin and tilted her face up to look at me. Her eyes were closed. I fished my cock out of my pajamas and pressed it down against her lips. She wouldn't open her mouth. I slid my cock around on her face and again pressed it to her lips. "Dad won't come here often," I said, and pushed harder. Her mouth opened and my cock slid in. I held it there for a minute, and then started to slowly fuck her face. I pushed it in far and even though I'm not big, she gagged and coughed drool onto my cock, making it very slippery. "That's right, let me slip it in, let me fuck your mouth". I started sliding it back and forth fast, then slow. Every so often I held it in deep, forcing her to gag and cough more drool onto my cock. I'd pull out and rub it around on her face, then feed it back in. I came, pulling out just soon enough to spurt some onto her face. I'd marked her. --------------------- That night, while Dad was dozing in his chair, I dropped a blanket on her lap and sat down in front of her. "Well?" I said when she didn't move. She swung her legs off the sofa and put her feet on the table. I reached up and started to manipulate her pussy. She was wet. I pulled down on her legs urging her to bring her ass forward to the edge of the sofa. I pushed several fingers into her until the wide part of my hand was twisting in her cunt. I worked her for several minutes like this. Then I twisted around and lifted my left hand up, palming its contents into my right hand, before putting it back near her cunt. Carefully, I slipped my vaseline-covered middle fingertip hand into her little hole. She stiffened right up but I kept working my finger in while I gently massaged her pussy with my other hand. After a few minutes she relaxed and I slowly worked my finger further in, then started fucking it in and out of her ass. After a few minutes of this I pulled both hands away, got up and walked to the stairs. I turned around and, in full view of my dozing Dad, pulled my cock out and waved it at my Mother, beckoning her. Mom got up and came toward me. I went downstairs, past the laundry room to the spare bedroom. I stood just inside the door as she passed through the doorway and walked as if in a daze straight to the bed. Without stopping, she climbed up on the bed, pulled a pillow toward her and laid her tummy over it with her head on the mattress. She reached behind with both hands to pull her skirt up and over her behind. I shuffled up behind her. I almost choked at the sight of her creamy bottom. Not one to dawdle, I callously pried both her cheeks apart to obscenely stretch her puckered hole. She sucked air through her teeth as I continuously stretched her meaty globes. The slick wetness of mom's gash surrendered under the strain of my firm hands, revealing her moist red cunt meat. The sight of her gaping sphincter had my erection begging for release. Reaching a new low in depravity I never knew I had in me, I attempted to insert my nose and tongue simultaneously to prevent her tight crinkle from closing too soon. Her pungent shit smell assaulted my nostrils as I wormed my nozzle in to the bridge. I deeply inhaled her feminine aroma into my lungs as my head began to spin out of control. It was hard for me to move my tongue since it was trapped between my nose and her anus. Determined to get a few swipes in before the main event, I managed a small side to side motion with the belly of my slick tongue. God! She tasted so fuckin' sweet as I slobbered into her bowels. It was savagery at its finest, but I needed more! "Spread your cheeks." She did and I rubbed some Vaseline onto her rosebud, put my cock straight up to it, and pushed. It slipped easier than I expected. She moaned. More of a grunt really. Resting my palms over the swell of her round ass cheeks, I slowly slid my cock out to the head. Then slowly sawed in as I groaned from the delicious pressure exerted on my fat dick. Reaching over my mom, I grabbed a handful of her long brown hair and jerked her head back as I savagely plowed into her rear. "Ow! Ahhh! Ahhh!" The friction from her constricted ass made my burning cock look sun burnt as I tore into her bottom. "Fuck! I'm almost there," I said in ragged gasps. I felt my balls begin to tighten. "Get ready. . .mom. Here. . .Here it comes," I said, as I sunk my shaft on the final stroke to the bottom of her bowels. I threw my head back and roared my release as thick ropes of scalding cream soothed the burning walls of her rectum. "Oh mom! Ahhhhrrrrrgggggg! Fuck! Ooooo! Fuck yeah!" Mom cried when she felt the first shots from my exploding tip. "Oh no! I'm cummmmmmmmming! I'm cummmmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she shrieked, as I kept pumping load after load of my jism. She violently spasm as another wave hit her. "Oh my God! How can this-- I'm cumming! I'm cummmmiiiing! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her screams deliciously pierced my ears as I intoxicated myself with her swaying ass. The very next morning, when I entered the kitchen, Mom turned around at the sink and sunk down to her knees. I pulled her up to her feet, kissed her gently for several minutes using my tongue, turned her around, lifted her dress and shoved my cock up her wet cunt. I started grinding her. I could tell she loved the grind. I finished with intense spasms against her rear. "I want your ass again," I gasped into her ear. "Tonight," she whispered back. Mom stopped using Dad's presence to block me. If anything, she was more aroused if he was nearby so I had many stand-up kitchen and laundry room fucks. Mom would get up in the middle of the night and come to my bed and many times snuck into my room to give me a blowjob, or get her pussy eaten, while Dad was in his bed. No one knew about it. No one even suspected that I was having sex with my mother.