After that first night, and for the remainder of January and into February, June and Joel fucked every chance they could. Though wracked with guilt, to June, it was like a narcotic. The more she fucked Joel, the more she wanted to fuck him. Her guilt came from the conflict she felt about her marriage. In their youth, she and Tom agreed to be open about their sex life. She could not imagine a way to tell Tom she was fucking his son!
She and Joel took outlandish risks. Just last week, June was doing the laundry. Joel helped by emptying the hampers and bringing it to the laundry room. Tom was upstairs in his home office working on an important report. Lately, there were always important reports.
"So mom, when do you wear these?'
June was leaning over the washer balancing the load as she filled it. She was aware her dress rode up revealing her ass and probably her pussy. However, the relationship between her and her son had reached that level of familiarity where she felt no embarrassment at him ogling her nether regions. She actually enjoyed it.
"What, baby?" She looked over her shoulder. Joel had a lopsided grin on his face as he held up her lacy black French cut panties.
"Gimmee those, Mister," she giggled. When she reached for them, he held them above his head. She walked closer and tried to jump up and grab them.
"Whoop!" She exclaimed as he wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. "Put me down," she whispered hoarsely, "your father is right upstairs."
"Put them on so I can see how you look."
"Absolutely not! I have told you we have to be careful."
"Fine," he said smiling, "I'll take these to my room and you can model them next time you sneak down after dad is sleep."
"Joel no! What if your father finds my panties in your room? Okay! Okay! Stand by the door and listen for your father."
Joel handed his mother her panties. Neither of them realized that a subtle change was occurring. More and more, Joel made requests that she knew exposed them to discovery. Less and less, she resisted him. She enjoyed the way he took charge of her.
June stepped to the middle of the laundry room. Nervously, she glanced at the open laundry room door
. This is so risky, she thought. What would she say if Tom caught her modelling panties for his son?
She grasped the hem of her loose fitting cotton print dress with sweaty palms and pulled it over her head. A warm tingly feeling suffused her body as she watched her son staring at her nakedness. She rarely wore underwear at home anymore.
She realized that while she repeatedly admonished him to keep the secret of their incest, she did little things to arouse his ardor, to make him want her even more.
She watched Joel's eyes widen. They hungrily surveyed her body.
I love it when he devours me with his eyes, she thought
.
"You are so beautiful!"
June blushed as she stepped into the panties. She turned her back to her son and wiggled her hips seductively as she slowly slid the silky material up her legs and over her behind. She felt deliciously sexy as she put on her impromptu show. She held her arms away from her body and did a slow pirouette.
"Well? Have you seen enough?"
Her heart pounded in her chest. Tom was only one floor and a flight of stairs from them. She could see the bottom of the stairs through the open door behind Joel. At the same time, she felt herself wetting the crotch of the panties. Showing off to her son with her husband so close added an element of risk and excitement she was starting to enjoy.
Joel walked over, grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her off her feet. "Mom, I could never get enough of you." Joel spun her around.
Joel's nose crinkled as the aroma of her arousal assaulted his nose. He marveled that June and Helen's aroma was different but the same. The same applied to how they tasted when they had oral sex. Although he thought his mother's pussy scent was stronger when she was aroused. He wondered if he were blindfolded could he separate them by odor and taste?
He ended the spin by sitting her on the washing machine. "No Joel No!" She struggled but he was larger and stronger. June's pussy flooded the crotch of the panties. The intensity of her need was so strong she felt lightheaded.
"SHHHH Mom! Dad will hear you," Joel said, a big grin on his face.
June watched wild eyed as her son push her panties to the side.
He is so strong, so strong
. She was acutely aware of being naked except for the panties. The nipples on her small breasts were rigid and aching. Her heart pounded in her chest. There was the distinct metallic taste in her mouth as she experienced an adrenalin rush. Her eyes flicked from the incredible sight of her son's pulsating cock to the open door. Just beyond was the staircase.
This is so crazy!
"You rascal! You planned this!"
She bit her lip to hold back her groans as Joel's cock pressed against her wet swollen vaginal lips. Despite her protests and the risk, she loved the spontaneity of these moments. As he pressed forward, slowly entering her, they held each other's eyes.
"FUCCCCCKKK! Baby you feel so good in mommy!"
Joel drew his hand back and brought it down in a resounding smack on his mother's hip. She told him that sometimes she liked it a little rough. Sometimes the feeling of being taken, of not being responsible for her actions excited her. She knew he planned this after she whispered that confidence to him one night in his bedroom.
That night she taught him to use his belt to tie her to the headboard on his bed. She gave him a special word like Helen used to do with her. She told Joel to release her only if she said that special word.
"Remember what I taught you"
"Yes mom," Joel forced her arms behind her back. He gripped her small wrists with his large hand, immobilizing her. She nodded her approval as his tool sank slowly into her warm squishy wetness.
He tried something he did with Aunt Helen. He squatted a little so his cock was entering his mother's pussy on an upward slant. That put the mushroom head of his cock against the top her pussy. He sawed back and forth against the roughness of her G-spot.
Joel loved the wide eyed look of passion on Helen's face when he did that. His mother's response was a low sibilant groan. He paused, rotated his hips slowly then drew slowly, deliberately, back, relishing the feel of his mother's pussy flexing around his cock.
"Like that, mom?"
"YEEEESSSSS!" June hissed as her legs wrapped around his behind pulling him back in. "Just like that! That is how you fuck mommy."
They held each other's eyes as he purposefully sank back in. He saw her eyes widen as his girth stretched her. His mother's pussy was tighter and wetter than Aunt Helen's pussy.
"Faster now mom?"
"Yesss darling! Just a little faster."
With his free hand, Joel gripped his mother's succulent rear. He was no longer conflicted as he was weeks ago. The fact that his mother was also his lover seemed natural to him. He quickened his pace. His mother's groans and the wet squelching of her pussy filled the small room. He raised his eyebrow questioningly as he and his mother looked into each other's eyes.
