---This story includes sexual scenes of an incestuous nature. All characters participating in said acts are portrayed over the age of eighteen. Please do not read any further if this subject material is offensive to you---
Dillon felt his mother's arms wrap around him from behind as he gazed out the front window. She squeezed him hard with her cheek resting against his back. He brought his hand up to pat her arm and left it resting on the bare skin of her forearm.
"Wow, an unprovoked hug from my mother? Did you get into Grandma's special brownies again?"
She gave him another squeeze. "I have a wonderful baby boy. Who knew under all your crap, you were sensitive and warm. I loved what you said to Kara last night."
"Told you I was already spotting. I have actually listened to you over the years. Some of the stuff you taught me actually works on women. You really aren't the brightest species on the planet. Boobies and lack of brains are the only reason mankind hasn't died out."
She let out grunt of disapproval, but kept her arms wrapped around him. "What's going on with her?"
"Don't know. There's a boy involved. But I'm not sure that's it. Maybe I'll get it out of her before she leaves."
"What are you doing today?"
"Shoveling and then going to work." His eyes looked out at another foot of snow from last night. "I have to assume the Jackson men are all hiding in the garage pretending it didn't snow."
"Of course. They're like three blind mice when there's actual work to be done."
"Mom?" Dillon let his voice sound worried.
"Yes?"
"Your nipples are starting to chafe me."
"Dillon!"
Her arms disappeared from around him as he braced for the impending swat. He wasn't prepared for the barrage that followed the first one. He slipped out of the room laughing and rubbing the back of his head. She followed him to the kitchen where he'd already dropped another kiss on Grandma and a peck to Aunt Jane's cheek. His hand strayed down to her ass for a quick squeeze and then he was out the door. After finishing the driveway and walk, he headed to work.
Instead of checking in when he got home, Dillon slipped into his room for a shower. He was just getting out when the door opened and Samantha appeared.
"Seriously woman, are you stalking me? One shower. That's all I ask for. One shower where I can rub one out in peace while thinking about your mom."
"You'd lock the door if you wanted that. And keep fantasizing, Panty-boy. She'll never let you taste her goodies."
Dillon sighed and closed his eyes. "Cookie dough and chocolate mint. That's what I think she tastes like. And you with the milk to wash it down. That would be the best Christmas ever."
When he opened his eyes she was shaking her head at him. He watched her undress without a single hurried motion, as if he wasn't even there. She stopped when she was down to a pair of simple white cotton panties. Samantha propped herself on some pillows and smiled at him. Dillon's eyes spotted the deadbolt securing the door and then turned back to see his cousin's body as she lay patiently waiting. He was getting used to seeing a little extra curve to her hips and the soft leggy thighs.
"Need something?" Dillon dropped the towel and sat beside her with a leg hanging over the edge. His finger drew a lazy circle on her stomach.
"Uh-huh. I need you to beg for it."
"What do you win if I do?"
"A date."
"A date?"
Her hand slipped into her panties as she stuck her tongue out at him. "Just a sweet innocent date. Dinner. Maybe some dancing. If you're good, I might even let you kiss me goodnight. I want to feel like a girl."
"You feel all girly to me, Cousin. But do you actually think I'd kiss you on the first date? I'm not a tramp. I'm a sophisticated woman with intimacy issues. You're gonna have to woo me. Make my panties wet."
Her hand came out from between her legs. She was smiling seductively as she traced over his lips with her finger. "Mine already are."
When his tongue snuck out to lick her finger, she jerked it away and slipped her hand back where it had been. They shared the same taunting Jackson smile and then Dillon leaned down and kissed her softly. They both kept their eyes open as the kiss deepened. He teased her inner thigh, causing her hand to falter.
"We never discussed the rules to this little bet. I'm beginning to think teasing is okay."
She nodded and pulled him on top of her. Her legs wrapped around his calves as she gripped his hair in her hands to keep his lips close. His fingertips moved down her smooth leg and then focused on her ass as he began to rock his hips.
"This legal?"
"Uh-huh."
Their bodies moved against each other. Rocking more and more forcefully as the minutes passed. Their kisses deepened. He shivered when her fingers began running the length of his back over and over. Finally, they settled on his ass and began to help him grind harder into her. Her breath was hot against his face as she moaned softly. Dillon found her neck with his lips, to her disapproval. She whined when he broke free of her grip and rolled her over and pulled her up to her hands and knees.
She let out a startled gasping laugh when her panties were tugged down to rest just under the curve of her ass and her legs were forcefully spread. With an arm wrapped around her stomach, he pulled her upper body against his chest as his cock slid between her legs to press upwards against her pussy. Leaning against him, she kissed the side of his face as he nibbled at her shoulder. Their hips once again rocking into each other. His cock sliding through the ever increasing wetness.
"Still legal?" He asked as his teeth nipped her ear.
"Oh, yea."
