Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2004 00:00:48 EDT From: PeterJo5555@aol.com Subject: Bi-Incest: Sexy Mama This is a work of fiction. This belongs to me and is not based on real life in any way. PLEASE write me if you want a second chapter. Please don't read this if you are not over 18. Please register to vote. ---- Bobby had been sucking cock since he was in junior high. He'd been taking it up the ass since his first day on the high school baseball. In certain college wrestling match photos, you could see his juicy bubble butt straining against transparent spandex, his boyhole stretched in various questionable shapes due to the serious pounding his big black coach had given him about an hour before the match. Bobby's dream of the Major Leagues had been dashed by a serious knee injury in his junior year of college. A part of him tried to see the upside to the news. Now he could tell his family and friends that he was gay (gays were invisible in professional sports). Most of them accepted the news, except for a few fundamentalist Christian relatives and his burly, blue-collar father. The old man was still processing the bombshell three years later. Bobby never dreamed to tell the old man that his blonde twink of a son had long dreamed of running his tongue (and a few other body parts) down that furry barrel chest. Indeed, many observers would tell you that one of the reasons sweet, angelic, blue-eyed Bobby wound up with a swarthy, tattoed, buzzcut, dark hunk like Manuel was because he got to run his tongue and his nimble fingers and his plump 7 inches up and down Manuel's huge silver dollar-sized tits, easily cupped pecs, and densely furred chest. He loved to blow his gringo load all over that forest of flesh and scoop the sweet-tasting cream onto his fingers, feeding the ambrosia to himself and his lover. Manuel loved to watch his "Roberto" push a few digits into those beestung lips. That was usually followed by Manuel shoving his fat, uncut hog deep into Bobby's throat and raping his tender mouth. Bobby's father wasn't around very often, due to hunting and fishing trips and out-of-town business. That was probably for the best, as he and Manuel didn't get along. The old man seemed to be convinced that Manuel had "turned" Bobby gay. Bobby had given up explaining that he was gay long before he ever met his passionate Puerto Rican lover. As Bobby's father spent more and more time away, Bobby's mother spent more and more time alone, sometimes drinking. She was still a striking woman even at age 50. Curvaceous in all the right places, with silky blonde hair which was slowly going gray. She wore frumpy clothes to hide her body, but even Bobby noticed her. Sometimes she'd run her hand up his thigh and gaze at him longingly. He reminded her of an old boyfriend, she'd whisper, and giggle, as she nearly squeezed his bulge before realizing what she was doing. Bobby made the mistake of telling Manuel about that. Manuel tore his clothes off, pushed dishes and silverware aside, and fucked him right on the kitchen table. One night, Bobby decided to stop in and visit her. When he got to the front door, all he heard was moaning and screaming. 'Oh shit, they're killing her!!!' he panicked as he fumbled for the keys to the front door. "MOM!!! MOM!!!" Adrenaline putting fire in his every step, Bobby rushed to the sound of the cries -- his mother's bedroom. What he saw inside was not a murder, or an assault. "Oh...OH...FUCK ME WITH THAT HUGE RICAN ROD...OHHHH!!!" Bobby saw his mother, naked, on all fours, as Manuel slapped her jiggling yet surprisingly firm backside. Her drooping breasts jostled back and forth in time with Manuel's sharp, commanding thrusts. He could see Manuel's tan 9 inches sliding in and out of his mother's cunt, the huge schlong coated in her womanly juices. "What are you doing?" Bobby heard himself half-sob, half-whisper. He could barely even look at Manuel, he was so confused by the emotions flowing through his body. Manuel licked sweat droplets from his sneering face as he slammed back into his new whore. "I'm fucking your mama." Bobby was so jolted by the harshness of the words that the next sentence nearly put him in a coma. "Take off those clothes and join me." Bobby shook his head. He couldn't...not.... "NOW!!!" Manuel smacked his whore's ass again, and she stared pleadingly at Bobby. "Please, Bobby. God, I know this is so wrong, but I want you. Your father hasn't tou...OHH GGOOOODDDD...touched me in years. I'm still a woman. I'm still sexy. I know you know that." Bobby absentmindedly adjusted his crotch. The hard dick inside his jeans was a surprise. "But I'm gay, Mom." She whimpered as Manuel began pinching her hard, eraser-like nipples. "Please, son. Please." Bobby WAS gay. He'd known that for years. It was never in doubt. But his mother looked so hot, so sexy. He'd noticed her before. And Manuel's gaze, looking at him, looking through him, was so hypnotic. Bobby stared into Manuel's fierce brown eyes as he began to unbutton his blue dress shirt. "Alright, Mom, I'll...have sex with you." Manuel roared like a lion and thumped his chest. "UGGGHHH OH YES PAPI I GOT ME TWO WHORES OH YES YES YEEESS" Man and woman groaned from the sudden explosion of semen inside her stretched-out snatch. Manuel had fucked his share of pussy, but she was one of the tightest (aside from those "virgin" twins who lived in the apartment building near the gym). But once he pounded her out, she was as loose as could be. Bobby finally got his shirt off while kicking away his sneakers. Manuel and Kathy (Bobby's mother) hungrily eyed Bobby's smooth, sculpted pectorals and pink, dime-sized nipples. Bobby slipped off his jeans to expose tightie whities and his lightly hairy runners' legs. By the time he got to the bed, Kathy had her polished fingernails inside his waistband. "This is my son..." she whispered, a hint of lust and trepidation in her voice. Manuel solved the problem by yanking Bobby's briefs down. His girth smacked her cheek, leaving a trail of slime-cum running down her face. Manuel licked the juice away as she tentatively licked the sensitive underside of her son's cock. "She's a primo cocksucker, man, she is. Got a tasty cunt too. Just try it." Bobby moaned, his eyes blurring as he watched his own mother go down on his meat. The meat that came from her body. She gagged slightly, briefly, at the surprising thickness, but quickly found her barings. Manuel repositioned himself on the edge of the bed, kicking Kathy's legs apart. He gently, but insistently pushed Bobby's blonde body downwards, until his soft, succulent lips pressed up against Kathy's puffy, clean-shaven pussy lips. 'I never thought I'd eat any woman out...especially my own mother,' Bobby thought as he slowly lapped his tongue against the folds of his mother's center. The mixture of his mother's own secretions and Manuel's thick ropes of seed left a potent tang on Bobby's eager mouth organ. Every trip he took further into her beaver led to her swallowing another inch of his son-staff. He wondered what his dick would feel like in her - in his mother's - womanhood. His meat throbbed in her stuffed mouth at the very thought. As they truly began to understand each other, mother and son, the doorbell rang. Kathy gagged on his schlong again as she tried to get up. But Manuel stopped them, fixing them with a harsh glare that reminded them of their place. "Never mind," Manuel grinned as he walked to the door fully naked. "Stay there. I'll get it." They could only wonder who the new arrival would be.