Brian And Erika Discover Incest

My name is Brian. I'm 19 years old, and in my first year of college. I've decided to live at home with my mom for the first year so I can save up money for an apartment, plus, I have no real desire to live in the dorms with all the other freshman. I'm 6 feet tall and weigh 185 pounds. I have sandy blonde hair that I keep short but stylish. I played all the usual sports in high school. Football, basketball, and baseball.  I also played on the golf team when I could make it work around football. I inherited my father's blue eyes and his smile, but I've never actually met him. He left when I was 2 months old. It's been me and my mom ever since.

My mom, Erika, is an amazing woman. She worked hard to take care of me and to give me everything I could ever want in life. She's smart and has a great career as a professor at the university I'm attending. Her being a professor got me a 75% discount on tuition, so it wasn't even a thought to go anywhere else. Plus, I wanted to stay with her. She's my best friend in addition to being my mom.

Mom is a beautiful woman. She's 5'3" but spunky. She will stand up to anyone. She's a little on the plus side. Big, heavy breasts. 38DD. But they are still nice. They aren't all saggy and deflated like some women her age.  She has a nice curvy ass to go with her breasts and thick but sexy legs. More than once, I've caught myself admiring her body. She has short, curly blonde hair and light brown eyes, and she wears glasses, which I love. She would rather wear contacts, but they bother her eyes. I tell her all the time the glasses make her look good. She just laughs. She doesn't date much. She says she just hasn't found the right guy, but I see men admiring her everywhere we go, so it's not from lack of offers.

All this brings us to the day that changed things for mom and I.

I do Uber when I'm not in class. It's an easy way for me to make money, and I can work whenever I want, for as long as I want. It's perfect for me. Plus, I get to meet women. Who doesn't love that? I was out driving one day near the campus when I got a glimpse of a woman walking along one of the streets near campus. There were a lot of parked cars, so it was hard to see her, but at first glance, she looked hot. I lost sight of her and dropped off my passenger. I circled the block to get headed back in the direction I came from when I caught a glimpse of her again. To my surprise, it was my mom. She looked incredible. She had on a green dress that hugged her breasts, hugged her ass perfectly, and ended about an inch above her knees. She was wearing nude colored pantyhose and nude heels. I couldn't believe how sexy my own mother looked. It had to be a new dress, because I would have remembered it for sure.

I drove up beside her and rolled my window down. "Hey, lady, want to go for a ride?" I yelled.

I had to laugh when mom turned her head and looked at me with a death stare before realizing it was me. She walked towards the car and opened the door.

"You better tell me that you don't talk to women that way when you're driving!"

I'm still laughing as she climbs into the car. "Of course I don't, mom, you taught me better than that."

"You're damn right I did!" She scolds but then smiles at me. "This is a pleasant surprise, running into you. Do you have time to take me home?" She asks.

"Mom, it's Uber, I can do what I want." I reach up and sign off the app. "Home or want to grab an early dinner?" I ask.

When mom got in the car, her dress rode up her legs, and she is now giving me quite a show of her luscious inner thighs. She catches me, looking and tugs the hem of her dress down.

"Avert your eyes, pervert, and take me to dinner." She smiles and laughs. We've always had a great relationship, so she's not the least bit offended by my looking.

"Hey, I can't help it if you wore a dress that shows off your great legs." I put the car in gear and pull out. "Mama Randazzos?" I ask. It's our favorite place to eat, and we go there at least once a week.

She smiles and may have even blushed a bit as she answers me. "Mama's is perfect." She then adds. "If you think I have great legs, then I'm worried about your eyesight."

I roll my eyes at her. "Mom, I'm 20, my eyesight is perfect. Maybe you just need to accept that you're a hot mom."

She rolls her eyes this time as she replies to me. "I'm 40, overweight, and wear glasses. I'd be worried about you if you thought I was hot."

I look right at her and say. "Mom, you're hot. A little overweight or not, you're sexy as fuck. And the glasses make you look even better, in my opinion."

She's clearly caught off guard by my frank response. She pushes her glasses up and looks at me. "Thank you, Brian. That means a lot."

I smile at her. "You're welcome."

We drive the rest of the way in silence, enjoying the warm sunshine. I can't help but steal a few glances at mom's legs. She's either forgotten about the hem of her dress, or maybe she doesn't care after our conversation, but it's ridden up again, and her inner thigh looks amazing. I want to reach over and put my hand on her leg, but that would be going way too far. She would be so mad and never forgive me.

"You're looking at my legs again." She says, keeping her face turned towards the window.

I consider denying it, but she called me out on it, so why lie? "I know. I can't help it. They look really good, mom."

She doesn't look at me, but I can tell she's smiling. "Thank you." She then surprises me by uncrossing her legs and sitting with them slightly open. I can't see anything, but it's obvious she did it just for me.

We pulled into the restaurant, and I shut the car off. She gathers her purse and opens her door, then looks at me. "Thank you for making me feel good about myself." She then climbs out and goes inside.

I get out, lock the car, and then adjust my semi rigid cock before moving next to mom. I place my hand on her lower back, and I feel a definite jolt of sexual electricity that I've never felt before while touching mom. It's strange but also exciting. I wonder if she felt anything. If she did, she wouldn't give anything away as we walked in the doors. I take my hand away as we follow the hostess to our table.

As we sit down, mom starts looking at her menu and then says softly. "You're hand felt good on my back."

I smile at her. "I liked it as well." I think about bringing up the jolt I felt, but decide not to.

We order our food, and then I lean back in my chair, taking a sip of my coke. Mom has wine, and she also takes a sip.

"How was your day?" I ask.

"It was good, thank you." She smiles at me. "Were your classes this morning exciting?"

"Exciting?" I chuckle. "It was math. I wouldn't call that exciting, but it's a requirement, so I make the best of it."

She laughs, and the sound of it makes me smile. I'm suddenly seeing mom as a beautiful woman, and not so much my mom. I'm not sure that's a good thing, but it is what it is.

She smiles. "What are you thinking right now?" Her eyes are warm.

"Uh, honestly? I was thinking about how beautiful you look tonight. That dress really looks amazing on you, mom." I watch for her reaction, expecting her to tell me to cool it.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I feel good in it. And you're just confirming that I still have it." She smiles at me warmly.

I smile this time. "Oh, you have it, mom. Totally."

She smiles again as our food comes. We start eating, enjoying the food and each other's company. Mom and I have this awesome thing where we can just eat in silence and enjoy the time together. We don't always feel the need to talk. As we eat, I feel like there's this underlying sexual energy building between us, but maybe I'm just imagining things. I shouldn't even be thinking this way, right? I mean, it's my mom. It's wrong on so many levels, but at the same time, who knows me better? Who do I know better? We've spent our whole lives together. That means a lot. Still though, I can't imagine she would ever crossed that line.

"You know what we should do?" Mom's voice brings me out of my thoughts.

"What should we do?" I ask.

"We should go see Twisters tonight. I've been dying to see it. I know you saw it with your friends, so if you don't want to, I understand." She looks at me, smiling.

"No, I'd love to see it again, actually, and I'd love to go with you. It's a date!" I smile and wave for the waiter to bring us our check. I put my card down when he brings it over, and mom holds her hand up.

"No, Brian, I'll get that!" She protests

I hand the card to the waiter and smile at mom. "This is a date, and so I'm paying." I wink and smile at her as the waiter leaves.

"Oh, so it's a date now?" She asks teasingly.

"Yep. Dinner and a movie. Classic first date."

She shakes a finger at me and smiles. "Don't think I'm going to put out on the first date, buddy."

I know she's teasing, but when she says it, I get a jolt of excitement that goes right to my cock. The image of my mom and I making out in a theater makes me crazy. Oh man, I have to stop thinking this way.

The waiter brings my card back, I sign the bill, then stand and hold my hand out. "Shall we continue our date?"

Mom takes my hand and we walk out together, hand in hand. When we get to the car, I open the door for her, and she sits down. I get in my side and start the car up.

"That was nice. Holding hands." She says softly.

"It was very nice. I liked it." I reply as I start driving.

I look over and she's looking out the window again, but like last time she's opened her legs ever so slightly, even pulling her dress up enough to allow me a glance of not only her glorious thighs, but also the black panties under her pantyhose. My cock is hard as a rock. I want to reach over and touch her, but I don't want to push my luck. I have to let her take the lead.

As we pull into the parking lot, she pulls her dress back down and crosses her legs. She looks over at me. "Thank you for taking your mother out on a date. I'm having a really nice time." I can see the sincerity in her eyes and it makes me smile.

I reach over and squeeze her hand. "There's no place I'd rather be than with you right now." I mean it too. This is the best date I've been on. Real or not, I love being here with her. And the underlying sexual tension is making me crazy.

We get our tickets and go into the theater. It's fairly full, and mom looks at me.

"Let's sit up top."

"Lead the way." I smile and hold my arm out. I stare at her curvaceous ass and hips as she walks up the stairs of the stadium style seating. When we get to the top, she goes and sits down. There's no one very close to us.

"Are these okay?" She asks, looking at me.

"Perfect." I say as we get settled into our seats.

As the previews begin to play, mom lifts the arm between us and then snuggles into me, her head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest, her large breasts pressing into my body. She brings her legs up under her, putting her ass on display as her dress stretches tight.

"We're on a date, right?" She asks softly as she traces her finger along my chest.

I put my arm over her shoulder, my hand resting on her hip, achingly close to her ass. "Yes. We are on a date." I say. We've hugged plenty in our lives, but I can't remember ever being this close to one another. I love the intimacy of it, and of course, the sexual tension is now on high alert. My cock creates a nice bulge in the front of my pants as we sit there.

We watch the previews, and then the movie starts. As it gets going, I feel my mom's hand start to slide down my stomach until she's lightly tracing her finger along my bare skin just above the waistband of my shorts. Her finger touching my skin that way is such a subtle but erotic thing. She shifts slightly in her seat and slides her entire hand under my shirt, her palm now resting on my stomach.

I suck in a small breath and slide my hand down the side of her hip until my fingers are now pulling the hem of her dress up, and I start rubbing the upper part of her leg. Her pantyhose feels sexy under my fingertips, and I feel her nestle her head against my chest.

We stay like that for a little bit, our fingers slowly tracing along each other's bodies. At one point, as the movie starts to get kind of loud, my mom shocks me by unbuttoning my shorts, pausing, and then unzipping them. I suck in a breath as she slides her fingers under the waistband of my boxer briefs and then slides her hand along the full length of my 8 inches. I hear her take in a breath and whisper.

"Oh god." She strokes me slowly, working my cock free and wrapping her hand around my rock solid cock. I shift to give her better access, my hand now going to her ass. She pushes her ass back against my hand, and I can hear her breathing start to pick up as she strokes me slowly.

I try to pull her dress up and slide my hand inside her pantyhose, but she gently takes my hand and moves it to her breast.

"The pantyhose are too tight. Just let me, baby." She then kisses me gently before turning her head and licking the tip of my cock with her tongue.

The heat of her tongue on my sensitive head makes me bite my lip and squirm in my seat. I squeeze her breast with my hand. Even through her dress and her bra, I can feel the beautiful heft of her DD's. It makes my cock throb. At that moment, she takes me into her mouth, going about halfway down the shaft before coming back up and swirling her tongue around the head.

"Fuck." I moan softly, my free hand going to the top of her head, holding her hair gently as she goes back down. She goes a little further this time and I can feel the back of her throat on the head of my cock. It feels so good. Her mouth is hot and wet, and she uses her tongue and lips in ways I've never experienced before. She uses her hand to squeeze and twist the part of my cock she doesn't take into her mouth. The saliva that falls out of her mouth coats my cock and her hand. The sensation feels so good.

She starts to speed up and I push on her head a little more. As she goes deep, I feel her throat contract and hear her gag. A large blob of saliva falls out of her mouth and I can feel it soaking my pubic area. She turns and looks at me, her eyes watering.

"Not here. Just let me do it. You can fuck my face later when we are alone. Don't be disappointed. I promise I'll give you what you want."

I can see the pleading in her eyes, and I kiss her hard on the mouth and then look at her. "Make me cum in your mouth, mom."

She smiles and goes back to my cock. This time with a little extra gusto. She doesn't go real deep, but she's so good with her mouth and her hand that I don't even care. I groan as she sucks extra hard on my cock, and uses her hand to twist around my base. This is the combination that sets me off and I start cumming into her mouth as I grab the armrest with my hand. I thrust up into her mouth as I blast rope after rope into her waiting mouth. I can tell she's surprised by how much cum there is, but she keeps her lips locked around the head, taking each and every blast and swallowing it.

When I'm finally done, she uses her tongue to clean my cock head, and then she looks at me, smiling. "That was a lot. Do you always cum that much?"

"Yes. Is that bad?" I ask. I've been with a few girls my age, but never an older woman, and so I'm not sure if I'm a freak or something.

She smiles and kisses me gently. I can taste myself on her lips, and it's not horrible. "It's not bad at all, I just wasn't expecting there to be so much, that's all." She says.

We snuggle together as we finish the movie. I want to rip her clothes off and have my way with her, but it's not the time or place. As she snuggles against me, I'm amazed by how natural it feels. This is my mom, but nothing about it feels weird or wrong.

The movie finally ends, and mom stands up, smoothing her dress with her hands she looks at me. "Are you okay?" She asks.

"I've never been better. I promise. Are you good?" I want to kiss her, but as a college professor, who knows if there's anyone here that knows her, so I hold back.

She smiles as she picks up her purse. "Yes. I probably shouldn't have done that in public, but I couldn't help myself." She blushes and says. "You're quite large, Brian. I had to feel it in my mouth."

I smile, my ego getting a huge boost. "I wish I could have gotten you off, mom."

She looks around and then turns back to me. "Promise me that when we get home, you will have your way with me?"

I practically jump. "Of course! I can't wait to do everything I've ever fantasized about with you."

She smiles and kisses my cheek quickly. "Take me home, Brian. Make me yours."

I drive home as quickly as I can. As soon as we get in the house, I'm all over my mom. Kissing her hard on the mouth, I push her up against the wall, mynonce again hard cock grinding against her pussy as I bend my knees to get at the proper height. She's moaning loudly as I manhandle her huge tits through her dress.

"Bedroom." She mutters. "Bedroom, Brian!" She practically begs.

I pick her up easily as she wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her to the guest bedroom, which is the only one on the first floor. She lets out a gasp of excitement as I throw her on the bed. I push her dress up and grab the waistband of her pantyhose, yanking them down her legs. She throws her head back as I pull them off, tossing them on the floor. She sits up and reaches behind her, unzipping her dress. I undress myself as I watch her pull the dress over her head and throw it on the floor. I admire her sexy body as she sits there in a black thong and matching bra. Her little rolls of fat on her sides and stomach look sexy as hell to me. I pull my boxer briefs down, and my hard as steel cock leaps forward. I watch as mom undoes her bra and throws it on the floor with her dress. Her tits are huge and heavy, and gorgeous. She has big brown areola and nipples that are a tad darker and also big and hard.

"You have the most amazing tits I've ever seen. Holy shit." I say as crawl onto the bed and push her to her back. I kiss her hard on the mouth as my hands squeeze and massage her tits. I then ran my mouth down her chest, kissing the fleshy tops of her breasts before taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She moans and arches her back.

"Suck them as hard as you want, baby!" She cries out as I suck harder. I take her over nipple in my fingers and pinch it, pulling it as I do. She moans and cries out. "Oh god, yes!!"

I move down her body, kissing her stomach, licking her warm skin. I love the softness of her overweight body. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." I say, looking up into her eyes.

She blushes, reaching out and holding my face with her hand. "Thank you, Brian."

I then pull her panties off and look at my mom's pussy for the first time.

"Sorry, I'm not shaved. I know boys like that." She whispers, watching me.

"Stop, mom. I love your pussy." I say back to her.

Her pussy is hairy, but trimmed, but I don't care so much about that. What I really love is how wet and glorious she looks. Her insides are the brightest pink, and her folds are glistening with her excitement. I run my fingers between her fat outer lips, enjoying the way she opens for me, her flower ready for my touch. I find her swollen clit and I lick it gently with my tongue. She tastes tangy with a slight mix of sweat. Probably from wearing pantyhose all day. I bury my tongue into her folds, enjoying her taste of her. She groans as I push my tongue up into her hole, going as deep as I can, my nose buried in her fat swollen lips. She begins grinding her pussy against my face, the sound of her moans filling the room. I close my lips around her clit, and begin flicking it as fast as possible with my tongue. When her orgasm hits, it's intense, and her entire body shakes as the waves crash through her. I can feel her juices all over my face, and I lap them up as quickly as I can.