AUTHOR = Phantom1
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Part 3
The next morning I thought about what Peter had instructed me to do with the incest mag. Should I leave it for my mom to find? What would be the consequences if she genuinely didn't approve of such material? I loved my mom and didn't want to upset our relationship just to do what Peter instructed. However, the possibility that I might get to fuck my mom was too great an attraction. I decided that I would do as instructed.
Once I was up, I carefully left the mag under my pillow with just a corner exposed. I knew my mom would find it but the thought of her reaction made me so nervous as to nearly be sick.
Mom usually tidied the house around 10am and did my room last, at about 11.00. Just before 11.00, I climbed the last flight of stairs onto the top floor from where I could look down on my bedroom door through the stair rails. From here I could also go to Peter's room unnoticed.
At just 11.00, Mom made her way up the 1st floor stairs and into my room. Once she was inside, I quietly made my way down the small flight of stairs from the 2nd floor and peeked through the door jar into my room. Mom was generally tidying around and then vacuumed the rug. My heart was beating so fast. She then approached my bed and started to straighten the covers. As she did so, I saw her catch sight of the mag and take it out from under my pillow. At first she just put it on the bed. Did she think it was just another porn mag? Would she simply slide it under by bed where she must have known I kept my other mags? I couldn't believe the tension I felt.
Having finished the bed linen, Mom picked up the mag. This was it, the moment of truth. Mom sat down on the bed and opened the mag. "Oh my god!" I thought. My heart raced.
Mom suddenly closed the mag. She had obviously quickly gathered from the text what it depicted -- a young man fucking his mother. Was she too shocked? She looked over her shoulder to satisfy herself that she was alone. Just as I thought all was lost, Mom picked the mag back up and started to read.
I quickly retreated upstairs to Peter's room and knocked quietly on the door. Peter answered the door and I immediately told him that Mom had taken the bait and was reading the mag as we spoke.
"Excellent," he said and led us both quietly back down the stairs to spy on my mother.
When we approached my bedroom door we could see that Mom was intently reading the incest mag. As we watched, she raised her hand to her blouse and gently unbuttoned it down to her waist. With her left hand she started to caress her nipples through the material of her bra. As she read on, she was clearly becoming more and more turned on. Peter nudged me and smiled. We continued to watch as Mom removed her blouse completely and unclipped her bra. She let it fall from her small breasts and placed it on the bed. Both her hands were now caressing and pinching her nipples and she lay out stretched on my bed and moaned gently.
As Peter and I both became excited by the vision before us, we both got our dicks out and started to masturbate. I could barely keep myself form spurting then and there on the landing.
Mom then stood up and unzipped her jeans. She pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them. She lay back down on my bed and continued to read the mag whilst her left hand went inside her knickers and started to rub her mound. She then turned on her back and, raising her knees, proceeded to slide her knickers off with her moist cunt in full view of Peter and myself. She then pushed two fingers into her cunt and started to frig herself as she turned the pages before her.
I started to feel my cum rising. Peter realised and grabbed my arm. He whispered to me that now was the time. He prompted me to go into my room where my own mother was now frantically frigging herself to orgasm on my bed. My lust was at boiling point watching Mom's show as I stuffed my rock-hard dick back into my pants and walked boldly in on my mom.
"My God!" my mom screamed as she realised that, like myself two days before, she had been caught masturbating in someone else's room with no time to hide the fact of what she had been doing. She grabbed the bed linen around her and started to say over and over again how sorry she was and how she hadn't meant to be doing what she was doing. "Oh god, Oh god," she kept repeating.
I immediately sat down on the bed next to Mom and apologised for leaving my porn lying around.
"No, no," she said, "it was my fault for looking at your private stuff. I just couldn't help myself, it was so sexy," she said.
"You found that mag sexy, Mom?" I asked. "You liked the boy fucking his own mother, did you?"
"Oh god, yes," she said, "I couldn't believe it. The thought of something so naughty, so risky, just got me so hot so quickly, I couldn't help myself... I'm so sorry."
I grabbed the bed linen and started to pull it from my mother. "It needn't be just fantasy, Mom," I said as I slowly exposed her hot, naked body.
Her pussy was still wet from her frigging and her tiny nipples were fully erect. She was still totally on heat. I dragged the bed linen entirely off her and then, leaving her fully exposed, I stood and removed my clothes. She said nothing as I got naked and stood before her with my dick as raging hard as it had ever been in my life. Pre-cum was pouring from its head.
"We can't do this," she said. "It's so wrong... you're my son!"
As she made this vain objection she parted her legs and exposed her pussy to me. It was literally dripping. Forgetting all about Peter, I walked to the head of the bed and grabbed the back of Mom's head. I thrust my dick towards her mouth and forced her lips open with my cock-head. She obliged and took my full length into her mouth and started to frantically suck. I was so turned on I came almost instantly, gushing my full load into her mouth so quickly that it dribbled from the sides of her mouth and dribbled onto her breasts. Her mouth was so full she was nearly gagging. As I withdrew, spunk poured from her mouth onto her stomach and down onto her pussy.
I then positioned myself between my mom's legs and started to suck at her cunt. My tongue went deep into her body and she screamed at me not to stop. She was possessed with lust. As I got instantly hard again I positioned my dick-head on my mom's pussy lips and started to enter her petite writhing body. I pushed hard into her and started to fuck her. She bucked her hips towards me to meet every thrust and clung onto my back with clenched fingers.
It was so quick, so frantic, and so dirty. My own mother was reaching orgasm as I emptied my second load of spunk deep inside her body.
Just at the moment of mutual orgasm, Peter entered the room and my mom screamed, "What the fuck are you doing here!?"
Peter looked at me and said, "I told you your horny bitch mother would love to be fucked by her son."
My mother looked at me and swore, "You knew he was watching. You set this all up, you bastard."
"I m so sorry, Mom," I said, "but I just couldn't resist you. You are so sexy and I had to have you whatever the cost. I needed to fuck you and I think you enjoyed every minute of it."
Before Mom could say anything else Peter said, "Stop worrying, no one will ever know about our secret."
"Our secret!" shouted Mom. "What the fuck were you doing watching?"
Peter's tone changed, "Shut the fuck up, woman. You fucked your son and I watched the whole thing. So now you belong to me as much as he does. If you don't like that then just say the word and I'll happily tell all to your husband. Otherwise, get your precious son to explain the deal to you and I'll see you both tomorrow."
With that he turned and left the room.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 4
