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Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.
This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.
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The back door of the Long Island, New York home opened. First a woman, then a man stepped out onto the porch. He closed the door. They stood side-by-side. She looked to the sky. It was cloudless, thus allowing the moon to shine its silver, full, circular light. The small, spacious, and secluded house was hers. She bought it at the urging of the man beside her. He said it would be a great getaway place and an even better way to spend her philandering husband's money after the divorce.
The man cast his vision to the beach. The water was relatively calm, and the incoming waves nipped at the shoreline. Her left hand brushed against his right. Their fingers interlocked. The couple looked at each other, and began a slow leisurely walk down the wooden steps onto the beach.
She felt chilly, even though the temperature was hovering in the low 70s this late spring night. She released his hand and pushed herself against him, snuggling as they walked. She smiled at him. She soon realized she wasn't chilly; she was just very nervous. It was nervousness that had been building up for some time. It was a positive apprehension, and felt often when she was around the man by her side.
When he returned into her life almost a year ago when her marriage disintegrated, she felt rescued, cared for, and loved. Their relationship, over time and thanks to his charming personality and sincere nature, changed. Actions and sentiments, on both their parts, allowed the changes to begin and continue. The relationship had bloomed into something totally unexpected. The woman now tingled all over, especially in a place long since untouched.
The man was also apprehensive, but no where as much as she was. He maintained a confidence, which was the right remedy for her vulnerability and hidden, growing feelings about him and them. He despised what her husband had done to her. When he got wind of the literal affair, he rushed to her side. He was just starting out to achieve his goals and life plans. But he gladly put them aside for this woman so he could try and ease her pain, make her laugh again, and try to bring back some happiness into her shattered world.
He now looked at her, and returned her smile. His arm had been around her waist when she snuggled him. He lovingly tightened his arm's grip. This grip of affection unintentionally made her peach colored T-shirt stretch over her large, jiggling braless breasts...and reveal her stiff nipples. Upon seeing the hardened peaks jutting through the shirt material, something of the man's began to also harden.
The two had strolled well into the middle of the beach. The man stopped their walk. He let go of the extra large beach towel that he held in his other hand since they left the house. They looked at each other, deeply. They smiled at each other, like lovers do. They were both a mixture of love, lust, fear, puzzlement, and longing. He stepped in toward her, and pressed his lips firmly against hers. The woman's response was to wrap her arms around his broad, bare shoulders. Their bodies, like their lips, meshed together. The scene of the kissing and hugging couple on the evening beach under a moonlit sky, if someone had a camera, would have made a romantic Hallmark card.
Their kiss was a PG rating. Their lips were locked and tongues did not meet. It was their first ever mouth-to-mouth kiss. Their heads began to swirl, and they separated their mouths from the oral embrace. They were both breathing a little heavy. Their eyes were downward, both looking and feeling somewhat guilty. He was the first to look up, at her. Then she raised her sights onto him. Her eyes still had fear, but it was much less. There was more of a dreamy look about them now. His eyes had a mischievously gleeful appearance.
"You're one hell of a kisser," she complimented with a sigh.
"So are you, Mom."
Angela grinned at her son, Dan. It was so easy to see how any girl could be enraptured with him and by him. Two decades of male youth with jet black hair, 6 foot, muscular, a marvelous wit, a dazzling smile, and winning character traits. The time they went swimming earlier in the month showed he had buns McDonald's would kill for, and a very sizeable package between his lean thighs.
Dan's eyes were upon Angela. Now he knew why he loved the Mafia flick
Goodfellas
; his mother looked so much like a young Lorraine Bracco except for auburn hair. Viewing her not as his mother, Angela was a Grade A MILF. Her full, wavy hair fell to just below her shoulders. Also full were her breasts. Angela had a rack that caused lots of whiplash. Her tummy was relatively flat for a 41 year old woman. Her butt was average but looked mouthwatering when she wore light-colored jeans or pants. Her legs were long—very long. They just seemed to go on forever, and made her almost as tall as Dan.
Viewing her
as
his mother...she was still a MILF.
Both of their minds were on how they got here—on a secluded moonlit beach sharing a kiss that is reserved for lovers. Almost a year ago when Angela learned her husband was cheating on her with a stewardess, the first person she told was Dan. They had maintained a friendship within the typical parent-child relationship and he was the first person that she thought of to speak with. He was at college out of state, and when he heard Angela's crying on the phone, he himself wanted to sob with her. But he knew he would have to be strong for her. That weekend he rushed home and held his mother as she cried and poured forth her broken heart.
The weekend eventually turned into a semester, as Dan left the university to care for Angela. She could still function like go to work and clean her apartment. She was just emotionally crushed by the realization of her spouse's infidelity. She was so down she did not even raise a fuss when Dan told her he left college and was moving back in with her. He just wanted to be there for her, the way she so often was in his young life. She cried when he told her this, but it was tears of appreciation and love.
His cooking meals, especially dinner when she would come home dead tired from the office, was a pleasant treat. He did this almost every night until finally Angela insisted she share some of the cooking duties. He was adamant about kicking in for the rent so he got a job as a mechanic.
They stayed home together after work and on the weekend. Occasionally they went out for dinner, but for the first couple of months their enjoyment was just being together in the apartment watching the latest Netflix DVD. Eventually they went out more, to the movies, for coffee and cake, or drinks.
The whole time, both inside and outside of the home, Angela and Dan were together in their own little world. At the beginning he was in protection mode, not wanting anything else bad happening to his mother, or have some schmuck make a pass. She in turn loved the protection, love and sole attention. Over time the relationship changed. They frequently held hands, she once in a while lay her head on his shoulder, they sat very close together—almost cuddling—on the couch watching a movie, he kissed her on top of the head, and they seemed to be lost in each other. For them the outsides world was an unnecessary backdrop.
Their relationship had transformed into a different type of love. The kind of love a man and woman—not son and mother—have. It also reached, within this alteration, to the point where the man and woman needed to express their love physically.
The couple on the beach looked at each other a few more seconds, and then reconnected their lips and bodies. There was a new-born hunger to the reconnection. He was the first to send out his tongue. In a nanosecond her mouth widened and permitted in his tongue to play with hers. Their two slippery, oral organs flickered and twirled at each other, and with each other. The touch of their tongues sent shockwaves throughout their minds and bodies.
"Hmmmmm."
