Author's Note: This is my final story -- submitted exactly three years after my first. This one takes place in a very special neighborhood established and populated in earlier stories. Most of the minor characters' incestuous relationships were also established in previous stories. This last story is about a mom and son that move to this neighborhood and discover some very unusual inhabitants.
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Denise and Henry, mom and son, crashed through their bedroom kissing like crazed honeymooners. They attempted to spend a couple hours at the beach, playing in the ocean, but their lust for one another was too powerful.
Denise wanted to have sex at the beach; Henry preferred somewhere less public. Denise rolled her eyes at her son, grabbed his hand and led him to their home a few hundred yards away.
Her bikini top fell off, her bottoms torn off, Henry's swim trunk removed, all while still kissing -- their mouths joined just like their bodies would be in a moment.
They kissed their way to the large window. It had no curtains or blinds, making for excellent lighting. In the evening the sun shone directly in while setting. Their entire huge home had windows like that. The kitchen, bedrooms and living areas all with large wall-to-wall windows. Denise loved it. She walked around naked most of the time, in fact all the women in the neighborhood did. Perhaps it was a side effect of being in an incestuous, loving, relationship. Their taboo urges and desires were freed and so the clothing came off too.
Henry turned his mother around and slammed her against the window. Her big tits mashing against it, just like they've mashed against Henry's chest over the course of nearly two years of love-making.
Henry guided himself into her, pumping his hips, slapping against her ass.
"Oh look the -- " Denise spoke.
Henry pushed hard against the side of her head, a finger going into her mouth as he slapped her ass.
A second later he looked up, movement from next door, catching his eye. He saw the sight his mom saw before being interrupted by a finger. "The new neighbors," he finished her observation.
"And she's a redhead. Nice," Henry said still fucking away at Denise. She rolled her eyes and sucked on his finger.
They watched the woman move boxes. A younger man with similar hair, joined her, assisting her with the larger ones.
"Mmm," Denise moaned. "Must be, ah, her s-son. Ah shit, baby," she said. Henry slapped her ass again.
They watched the new neighbors for a bit. Henry paying attention to the mother more than her son. She was fairly lithe. Her breasts, from what he could tell at his distance, weren't as huge as Denise's. She seemed around the same height as his mother. Henry guessed 5'4" or 5'5". Again, at their distance he wasn't sure. She had nice legs; short cargo shorts showing them off. The shorts, the tank top, nice body, long red hair -- Henry liked what he saw.
In Denise's head, she was watching the woman's son. The only thing on her mind was if he and his mom were lovers like she and Henry were. She envisioned the two redheads getting it on, maybe joining her and Henry in a fourway. "Ahh yes, baby," Denise was close to climaxing.
"Oh I know who that is," Henry stopped thrusting into her. "That's Janet's sister."
"Huh? What? Don't stop, doofus," Denise said over her shoulder.
"Yeah, Janet told me her she was able to convince her younger sis to move into The Haven. That must be her," Henry stood next to his annoyed mother, both of them not caring if the new neighbors happen to look over and see them standing there, naked.
"When did you talk to Janet?" Denise asked.
"The other week, you had me drop off that recipe."
"Oh right, yeah."
"We talked for a long while."
"Oh really?" Denise put her hands on her hips, pretending to be angry.
"Yep. Janet and Harvey," Henry answered, referring to Janet's husband. "I mean, I did get a thank you blow job out of it. Probably would've gotten more but she and Harvey had dinner plans."
"Ha. Well at least she knows how to thank a son," Denise directed Henry's attention to her, pulling him down for a kiss. "We mothers love all the sons in this place."
"Mmhmm," Henry scooped her up and took her to bed.
"You're my favorite of course," she smiled, eyes closed, savoring Henry's kisses along her neck.
"I should be. You gave birth to me. You're my favorite mom."
Denise wrapped her legs around him, Henry guided his cock into its home and the couple continued with another near-constant lovemaking session.
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"Thanks," Jennifer said to her son, Alex, when he took a large box out of the moving truck.
"Yep."
The 42-year-old wiped sweat from her forehead on the unseasonably hot October day, taking in her new surroundings. The houses on each side of the street were all the same in this neighborhood. Huge, modern looking beach homes, three stories if the bottom garage area was counted. They were covered in windows. They were gorgeous.
Every single backyard had the exact same layout, based on what Jennifer's older sister, Janet explained. There was a nice, big heated pool, with a Jacuzzi in the corner. There were grills, tables, chairs, and no grass to mow. There was a five-and-a-half-foot tall fence separating each backyard. Palm trees dotted the area, not every back yard having one, but the layout with the pool and hot tub was all the same.
"So you figure out which room you want?" Jennifer asked her son upon entering their new home.
"I was thinking of that office area over there. I could make it a bedroom," Alex answered.
"Or keep it an office. You could do your online classes there," Jennifer raised an eyebrow.
"Or both," Alex countered.
"Sure," Jennifer shrugged. She was slightly annoyed with her son. He couldn't make up his mind regarding a major at college. When he finished his freshmen year, he informed his mother he wasn't going back; he didn't like college. Arguments ensued, a compromise was found -- Alex would enroll in the college's online program. He wouldn't have to be there in person, but would be able to knock out some classes here and there while figuring out what he wants to do. He reluctantly agreed.
Jennifer wandered around the huge home, still in awe she was able to move in. She went from room to room, thinking her sister Janet was out of her mind. The house was already paid for. Jennifer blew her off initially, thinking Janet was getting conned or trying to con her. Janet's husband, Harvey, stepped in, informing Jennifer there was no con, this was real and legit -- every single house in The Haven neighborhood was already bought and paid for. The only costs to its residents were the utility bills, groceries, and so on -- no mortgage or rent payments.
Jennifer was looking for a change in scenery anyway. She's a photographer, mainly for magazines. Some were fashion, most were lifestyle; all subjects were humans. She wanted to do something different. Scenery, nature, even wildlife was something that appealed to her. Living at the beach, in a subtropical environment, might provide her with new photo opportunities for coastal wildlife and sunsets.
"I guess I'll take this room," she sighed, looking at the spacious empty master bedroom. Standing in the door way, she had a perfect view of the house next door, its backyard, and beyond toward the ocean.
"Needs some blinds or something," she thought.
Her phone rang, it was Janet.
"Hi there," Janet said. She was naked, sitting on her son, Mason's lap.
"Hey. Just getting moved in."
"Great! So tonight, you, Alex, me and Mason are going to dinner," Janet said.
"Sure."
"I know this wonderful beachside restaurant. Mason and I will walk over to get you two later."
