John had nearly caught his wife and son fucking in the kitchen. He had stood at the top of the stairs while they were caught up in their carnal act of incest. Jamie had been on her hands and knees thrusting her ass back hard against Sam`s dick, rutting like a bitch in heat. He might have heard her begging for more of his son's massive tool. He might have seen his son smacking his wife`s fat ass, calling her a bitch and urging her to fuck harder. But he hadn't.
Now he sat next to the boy who was cuckolding him sharing Jamie's excellent Spanish eggs and bacon. There were piles of hot buttered toast. The glass pitcher brimmed with fresh squeezed orange juices. The fragrant aroma of cinnamon rolls wafted through the air.
John`s main concern was that Sam act more responsibly, more like a man. He thought his wife pampered the boy too much. He thought the boy would never be a man if Jamie kept pampering him. She needed to be firmer with the boy.
"What's so funny?" John asked.
"What dad?" Sam mumbled absently, his mouth stuffed with food.
"I asked what was so funny. You are sitting there with your mouth full grinning like an idiot."
"Oh I don't know, dad. Lots of things! I'm off to college in a few weeks. I was thinking of how much I was going to miss you and mom! I'll miss the good times we had."
Jamie's face reddened. She understood what the good times were.
Your wife, my mother, our woman! We share her, old man! How's that for being a man?, Sam thought.
***
Jamie busied herself preparing food for the annual family vacation. Each year the family spent several weekends at the lake. It was one of those family rituals that all families had. John had purchased a lot on this lake and was having a cabin built.
She also mentally prepared herself for three days of close contact with John and Sam. She smiled quietly as she reminisced about the closeness of her family. John was a good husband and provider. He tended to be a little officious but he meant well.
He was a great lover. True, he was only the second cock she had but it satisfied her. Aside from that first sweaty encounter in the backseat of a Chevy, Jamie's entire sexual experience was with John. An outsider might say that their sex was one dimensional, that it lacked variety and spice. But it is a truism of life that you can't miss what you never had!
This year was different. Sam would be leaving for college shortly after they got back. This may be the last time for these kinds of family vacations. She felt her panties dampen as she thought about the other thing that was different about this vacation. She was fucking her son!
She felt the conflict and moral ambiguity of that forbidden relationship. That first time on the airplane may be charged off to too much alcohol and mistaken identity. But there was no excuse for the other morning on the kitchen floor. Jamie knew that was wrong. She knew she should have been the strong one. She had no idea what was wrong with her. For the umpteenth she thought about menopause. But none of the literature said anything about it increasing your desire for incest.
***
The early Friday morning start was lost when John`s office called about a lost shipment. He hurried to handle this potential disaster.
While he was gone, Sam and Jamie finished loading the food, alcohol and sundry other items they would need for their weekend trip. Throughout this process, Sam took every opportunity he could to feel up his mom.
He would slide past her in the tight confines of the cab over and let his cock rub across her ample ass. He seemed to find many opportunities to "accidentally" touch her breasts. Sam was like a kid in a candy store. His mother was the forbidden sweets and he couldn't stop lusting for her.
For her part Jamie felt a deep sense of guilt and personal responsibility. In her mind she had caused her son to behave this way. She believed that she had been weak and it was causing her son to act out, to see her as a sex object.
That same outside observer would have noted that despite 20 years of marriage, Jamie was sexually inexperienced and somewhat sexually repressed. Sam had released a sexual demon. That demon clawed at the veneer of repression that hid her volcanic libido. Jamie was a volcano ready to explode in an orgy of excess.
Late in the day, Jamie was on her hands and knees storing can goods into the lower cabinets. John was fussy about how things were packed away and she wanted to be sure he wasn't annoyed with her. His fastidiousness was a real pain sometime.
Jamie wore an old wifebeater tee shirt that was perhaps a size or two too small. The sweat shorts she wore were just a touch too tight. She had rationalized that she needed old clothes for the hot tedious task of preparing the RV for the road. If it was suggested to her that this type of dress might fan the flames of lust her 18 year old son felt for her, that she was in fact dressing to excite him, she would have indignantly denied it.
The effect of his mom's dress was not lost on Sam. In his mind she was a plus size version of a Hooter's waitress. The tee shirt, the tight shorts had him in a constant state of arousal. He was transfixed as he covertly watched his mom bend, stretch and kneel. Her braless tits bounced disturbingly. When she bent over to reach a lower cabinet, the already tight shorts, stretched and strained to contain their contents.
Finally he had come up behind her and tried to pull Jamie's shorts down. After a brief struggle, Sam had her shorts and panties around her knees. Embarrassed, Jamie felt her pussy lubricating as she struggled to get away. Despite herself she was enjoying this rough foreplay. And when Sam got his cock at the entrance to her dripping cunt, she did push back. But as the fat head of his enormous cock tried to force its way into her all too willing love hole, the angel of social propriety screamed its displeasure in her ear. Jamie fought to get her emotions under control.
"Goddammit Sam, stop it!"
Despite her head buzzing with her incredible state of arousal, despite the fact that she could feel juices running down her ample thighs, she managed her best "mom is pissed voice". Sam stopped, his overly large mushroom shaped dick head barely splitting his mom`s pussy. The little head said slam home. But the big head responded to 18 years of parental conditioning. He pulled out.
"Awwww mom! We have time. Dad won't be home for at least an hour!"
