Feeling himself getting close, Paul warns his mother and watches as she aims his cock point blank at her face and strokes him with both hands, lovingly looking up at him. "Do it sweetie, give Mommy all your yummy cum, shoot it all over my face," she smiles breathlessly.
The son watches his mother's eyes narrow, focusing on his piss slit as his balls convulse and his cock erupts. Thick, pearly semen fires from Paul's cock, splattering all over his mother's face in heavy ropes, streaking her features from her forehead to her chin.
"Mmm, yeah... baby... god.... so much," Carmen purrs, coaxing every ounce of her son's essence out of his thick rod and onto her upturned face.
Carmen stops her tongue before it can poke through her lips and swipe around outside her mouth, seeking to collect as much of the sperm rich gelatinous goo as possible. Instead she smiles a big smile as her son points his phone at her.
Paul takes a picture of his mother, her face frosted with his fresh jizzum, and sends it to the group chat comprised of himself, his mother, Marcy and Evan Sullivan, and Taylor and Aaron Phoenix.
Setting his phone down, the son uses two fingers to scoop up a large puddle of cum pooled in one his mother's eyes and offers it to her, watching as she greedily sucks his finger clean before repeating the process over and over, feeding his mother as much of his semen as he can collect.
Once finished, Carmen lovingly nurses on Paul's still thick cock before looking into the camera, blowing a kiss, and stopping the recording.
Nearly a year into their sexually redefined relationship and the mother and son couple still can't get enough of each other. Carmen's group of friends, each involved in sexual relationships with family members, and known amongst themselves as The Four Asses, had been right on all accounts, incest truly is best.
The group had already expanded to add Evan and Marcy and would hopefully soon be adding at least two more.
****
Declan Terry drove straight home, heading directly to his bedroom and closing the door. Grabbing his iPad, he opens the link Paul Carey sent him. Declan watches the video of his mother several more times. The son takes in the tiny thong and nearly bursting bra, the shorts molding to her curves, the top barely concealing the flesh underneath, and the sandals proudly displaying her dainty feet.
Declan's feelings rage inside him, a boiling stew of jealousy, envy, lust, love, and anger. He takes in her taught ass, tight back, thick legs, flat stomach, large breasts, long curly hair, big, infectious smile. Fuck, she is so sexy, he thinks, pounding his fist onto his desk in frustration.
The son had been lusting for his mother for years. The secret confusion and guilt of his teens calcifying into a resentful adulthood acceptance that nothing would ever happen, but his mother showing herself to the world causes the 21-year-old's lust to boil over anew.
Declan had seen his mother in underwear and swimsuits over the years, but this was different. This was on demand. This was for inspection. She was showing off on social media for
anybody
to see. Why? He knew girls his age did this for attention and to try to make money, but his mom was... a mom, and had a good paying career. Didn't she? Was it just for fun? But why show herself in her underwear, getting dressed?
The question immediately led to Declan inspecting the remainder of her account.
Beyond excited, his hormones and emotions raging within him, causing a nervousness he hadn't felt since puberty, Declan clicks on his mother's account with a shaking finger.
His mother's smiling face sat above the name and description: NurseMomMolly. Nurse/Mom/MILF.
"Holy fucking shit," Declan mutters, his body vibrates thinking his mother referred to herself as a MILF.
Of course Molly Terry IS a MILF by any conceivable metric and Declan's friends were never shy about admiring her looks. Since sixth grade they've regularly referred to her as a MILF, but the thought she saw herself as one made Declan's cock lurch in his pants. "Mom, fuck," he exclaimed, adjusting his now painful erection.
Declan's own feelings towards his mother had changed, developed, evolved, as he aged, an oversimplification would be to say his pretty mother became a sexy woman in his eyes. But there was more to it than just lust, more than just appreciation for her physical beauty; there was the love, care, intimacy, and closeness shared by a parent and child, their shared experiences, the lack of judgment, the safe housing of each other's secrets.
Molly Terry had always been the most loving, caring, attentive, and funny mother any son could possibly hope for and Declan had always loved his mother more than anything in the world. She was everything to him as a child and then became even more. He knew he was lucky to have such a great mom and the tenderness of their parent child relationship had helped Declan cope with his less than proper thoughts towards his mother, but only to an extent.
It had always seemed cruely unfair to Declan that his appreciation of his mother's many attractive attributes was 'wrong,' just because he was her son. She was free to share herself physically with anyone else but him, how could that be? It made no sense to him that society got to decide that. Or that his sexual desire for his mother was automatically a minus on the balance sheet of their relationship, instead of possibly being a plus. Shouldn't that be for them to decide?
The younger Declan had made the effort to be 'good,' he tried not to indulge in his most naughty thoughts of his mother, that of her as a sexual object, but as he got older he found her competing for his attention more and more, not less.
For a long time he felt guilty that he thought of her like that. He was disappointed in himself, that he couldn't control his feelings, his desires, that he couldn't resist indulging them. He knew it was wrong. He knew it was perverted. He knew he needed to stop. Except he couldn't. However hard Declan tried, however much effort he put into finding other outlets for his sexual frustrations, his mother remained what he desired most.
But Declan also could never fully hate himself because of his feelings, there was always a sense that they were beyond his control, that it wasn't a choice, that it was unavoidable. Emotional. Chemical. Biological. Or was it just cruel fate, to be attracted more to your own mother than other women?
After he turned 18, and even after having had accrued a few years of sexual experience, Declan's lust for his mother continued to grow until she became nearly the sole focus of his fantasies.
Approaching college graduation Declan realized he had to DO something. But do what? Therapy? Become a priest? Move far away? Get married? He didn't like any of those options.
The thought of moving on with his life without his mother was almost more than he could bear. Confessing his feelings to her seemed the only real option, but Declan was sure she'd be shocked and disappointed in him, possibly even disgusted, and would almost certainly tell him his feelings were confused, misplaced, inappropriate, and that he needed help.
One day, out of frustration and desperation, he brought up incest porn to his friend Paul Carey. Paul's reaction was to agree that it was hot and naughty and admitted to being a fan.
When Declan said he wondered if it really happened, Paul paused for a second then told him if he meant real life actual sex between family members, he assumed it must happen to some degree, before adding, 'If you mean thinking about your own mom, I think it happens a lot,' Paul paused again, gauging Declan's reaction before continuing, 'If you mean
you're
thinking about your mom, I don't blame you. She's smoking hot. It's hard not to when your own mother is a babe, trust me, I know.'
Declan was shocked by his friends answer and further shocked a few days later when Paul and Evan told him about their little group chat club with Blake, sending each other pictures of their moms. Declan didn't hesitate to join, he'd already been collecting pictures of his mom by their pool for years.
Since joining the 'club,' Declan was both excited and surprised by the pictures they were swapping. No one ever admitted being into their own mother, comments were saved for each other's mothers, but it was hard not to read between the lines.
Blake was the most vociferous about everybody's mom, but he also seemed to have the most traditional relationship with his own mother, Stephanie, who was definitely the most reserved of the four moms.
Declan found some solace in the knowledge that he wasn't the only one who found his own mother attractive, but he was genuinely shocked and jealous of some of the pictures Paul and Evan sent. Their moms seemed happily willing to casually pose in skin baring outfits and he couldn't help but fantasize they were actually active participants in the club.
