LEGAL DECLARATION:
This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
The situations described in this story are for the sole purpose of entertaining the reader. Events and Characters in the story are completely fictional and any resemblance to real world persons or events are purely coincidental.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
I'd like to thank my editor, markf52.
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STORY:
Tara heard the sound of her husband's car entering the garage and she tried to wake up her son, who was sleeping, naked, beside her. "Anthony! Anthony! Wake up! Your father's home!"
Anthony woke up with a start, he collected his clothes, ran upstairs and went into his shower. His mother did the same and went into her shower.
After he finished showering, he came down and resumed watching TV. His father sat next to him on the couch, where he had fucked his mother, and watched TV. It seemed like his father didn't suspect anything.
"Are you feeling well now, dear?"
Anthony looked around to see that his father was talking to his mother.
"Yes, honey, I feel much better now."
Soon Marge came home and the family dined together. That night, Anthony slept like a log and his dreams were filled with his mother. Tara also had a good night's sleep, as her lust was finally satisfied.
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For the next week, Tara and Anthony fucked each other whenever they could. It was difficult keeping it from Marge. Also, Tara didn't know that Anthony and Marge had a sexual relationship. Anthony didn't know how to let her know. So, he decided to get help from Marge. She had always been the smarter of the two when it came to relationship stuff.
One day, Anthony and Marge were lying down on his bed after their "post--lunch fuck" and he decided to tell Marge the truth about him and their mother.
"Hey, Marge?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"I kind of had sex with another woman."
Marge got up from the bed, "Who is it?" she asked excitedly.
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing."
"Oh, come on! You've literally fucked your twin sister. How could it be more embarrassing?"
"You'd be surprised."
Marge had a confused expression on her face and Anthony realized that there was no easy way to do this. So he decided to rip the band--aid off. "It's Mom."
"What?"
Marge still had the confused expression on her face. It seemed that, to Marge, the very possibility that her goody--two shoes mother could have had sex with her own son seemed impossible.
"It's Mom! The woman I had sex with is Mom."
Marge looked at him, dumbstruck, for a moment, then she threw her head back and laughed, "Nice one, Anthony."
Anthony grabbed her by her shoulders and looked into her eyes, "Marge! Me and Mom had sex," he told her again, with a completely serious look on his face.
Marge looked into his eyes and saw that he was telling the truth. She laid down on the bed since she didn't know how to feel about this new revelation. Suddenly, another thought entered her brain. She got up and turned to face Anthony, "Mom doesn't know about us, right?"
"No."
"Thank God. If she did, she'd kill me."
"Will she though?" Anthony asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Liz was my girlfriend and she saw you and me fucking, but she didn't do anything. Also, Liz had every reason to "out" us. From her point of view, we were committing incest, but she still didn't say anything. Why do you think Mom will be angry about you and I having sex?"
"Because we're her kids, idiot! But thinking about it, it was pretty weird that Liz didn't have a stronger reaction. Maybe there's something in what you're saying. Maybe, Mom might not be angry at us. I'm still having a hard time accepting the fact that she had sex with you."
Anthony knew that the reason why Liz didn't react to Anthony and Marge fucking was his pheromones. He was counting on his pheromones to calm his mother down when she finds out about him and Marge.
"I'm just asking you for a way to let Mom know that we're doing it."
Marge thought about it for a long time and then, suddenly, her eyes brightened, "I know what we have to do, Anthony."
"What is it?"
"I have to walk in on you having sex with Mom."
"How will that help our situation?"
"If I walk in on you having sex with Mom, then she's the one in the wrong, as she's the one who got caught fucking her own son. Think about it! What mother would want to be discovered by her own daughter while she was fucking her son? If I catch her when she's fucking you, she'll never be able to talk one word against us fucking each other."
This plan sounded good to Anthony. "How are we going to execute it?"
"The next time you're fucking Mom, text me when and where you're doing it. I'll walk in on you guys fucking."
"I'll do it."
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Anthony didn't have to wait too long to put their plan into action. Two days after Anthony and Marge came up with the plan, Anthony got the opportunity to execute it.
Anthony was at home when his mother called him from work.