It's Good to Be Home (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

Original: Mom Gets Her Way

By Scooter Jones

Before 1985, my life was very ordinary.

Until I was 15, I not only had a girlfriend but also cheated on her and tasted some sweetness.

I have a younger sister and an older sister who is one year older.

My father got a promotion at work and his salary is quite generous.

He was a police officer. One night, he came to a local bar and found a robbery in progress. In order to stop the two suspects, he pulled out the gun he was wearing.

As a result, he wounded one and killed one.

I won’t go into details, but at a time when the local crime rate was high, this incident made my father a hero.

As a result, he accepted interviews from all over the country, wrote some articles, and got additional work teaching shooting techniques.

At the same time, he was promoted to team leader and took over the watcher's project. The area he was responsible for patrolling became larger, and his working hours increased to four days a week, twelve hours a day.

Of course, his salary was also tripled.

The future looks promising.

My father's 40-minute night patrol, coupled with my mother's lack of attention, gave me the opportunity to touch the forbidden fruit.

At night, I usually hang out with friends or girlfriends in the backyard to chat, and if the garden lights are not turned on, the backyard is almost dark.

My sisters' rooms were on the top floor, and my parents' room was at the other end of the hallway, across from my bedroom.

Like other little kids, I would slap my sisters’ buttocks, grab and knead their breasts, and take advantage of them from time to time.

Whenever I had the chance, I would suddenly hug my sister Christine from behind, or follow her into the bedroom, throw her onto the bed, and touch her all over.

On several occasions, my sister and I sneaked into my parents' bedroom and found the sex toys they hid in the closet.

We would pull out the porn tapes and watch them together.

I remember the last time we did this, we almost did it.

We caressed and kissed each other, but at the last minute my sister refused to let me complete the final stage of intercourse because my penis looked too big.

However, my sister was still very considerate and helped me masturbate several times.

We climaxed together several times while sitting side by side on the edge of the bed watching porn.

She would put her hand inside her cute panties and caress her pussy, while I would grab my cock and jerk it hard.

We even found the vibrators my mom used. She had three of them, one hidden under the mattress and the other two in the bathroom cabinet.

She may have thought these two places were good for hiding things, forgetting that curious teenagers can dig up anything.

One night, Christine and I were sitting on the swing in the backyard, and she had her skirt pulled up to the top of her thighs, showing her vagina without any underwear.

Instinctively, I stroked her hairy lower body and inserted my fingers smoothly.

At the same time, she took out my cock and stroked it up and down slowly and curiously.

We both have sexual experience.

She takes birth control pills, and I love using condoms.

Her boyfriend was on the school football team and he slept with her older sister.

I covered for her once or twice when she sneaked out on dates.

Then, needless to say, we let things develop naturally, so I had sex with my sister.

Christine said she was not sure about my 9-inch cock, so she bent over and gave me a blowjob.

I just leaned back in my chair, enjoying the feeling of her tongue on my cock while I moved my fingers in and out of her cunt.

A few minutes later, she raised her head, kissed me on the lips, and said: It's your turn to help me! I got off the chair, knelt on the ground, and started kissing my sister's pussy.

I sucked and licked. Under my attack, my sister pressed my head hard. After the first orgasm, she still refused to let go and asked me to launch the second round of attack for her.

At this moment, the cock was hard as a rock.

Standing up, I pulled her forward, let her butt sit on the edge of the chair, then slowly and gently pushed my cock forward. When my cock was about five inches inside her body, I was so excited that I couldn't control myself and felt like I was about to ejaculate.

Ben hugged my sister tightly, and felt my strangeness through the vaginal wall. He quickly shouted: Don't cum inside! But she shouted too slowly, so my first wave of semen still shot inside her.

However, the remaining semen was all sprayed on the chair and my sister's skirt.

She jumped up and wiped away a mess of semen.

She got up from her chair and said, Jimmy, look what you have done! Now I'm going to wash my skirt.

Don't let anyone know what we did, you hear me? You must never tell anyone about this, otherwise Dad and Mom will kill us! She reminded him again and again.

I nodded my assent, and after she left I stuffed my cock back into my boxers and pulled my pajama bottoms up.

After tidying up my clothes, I entered the house a few minutes later.

I originally planned to get toilet paper and then go back to the backyard to destroy the white evidence on the chair, but a call from a friend delayed me for fifteen minutes.

While I was on the phone, my mother turned on the garden light and went to the backyard to read.

As a result, when she sat on the swing chair, her beautiful clothes were immediately stained with my semen.

I was talking leisurely on the phone when I suddenly realized that something was wrong. I immediately stood up, but before I could react, Mom had already spoken.

Hang up the phone right now! I hung up the phone in a hurry, and my mother asked: Jimmy, what were you doing in the backyard just now? No, mom.

I did nothing but chat with Christine in the chair and then came back.

What did you do before you walked in the door? My mother still kept the topic here.

Mom, I really didn’t do anything.

Facts speak louder than words. My mother turned around, showed the semen on her body, and asked me to follow her.

When we got to the kitchen, he picked up paper towels and a bottle of detergent and handed them to me.

We walked out to the backyard and the lights were still on.

Oh shit! The semen was still there. Although some of it had dried up, it still left a stain, and it was even a bit sticky.

Mr. Jimmy! Wipe it clean! My mother gave the order and watched me without moving.

While wiping, I still insisted that I was innocent.

My mother finally said: Okay, then take off your pants and let’s see if you are lying.

What? My mind is in a mess.

My mother repeated what she said and said that if I continued to lie, she would kick me out of the house.

I couldn't understand how she could ask for this, but I didn't want to disobey her, so I had to do as she said.

When I pulled my trousers down to my knees, my mother suddenly reached out and pulled my underwear down! She looked closely at the still slightly wet cock and noticed a large stain in the center of the underwear.

This is the most embarrassing moment in my life! Mom then pulled my pants down to my calves and looked at my half-soft cock, her hand only a few inches away from it.

What's this? She asked, pointing at the stain on her panties.

I felt very depressed when I was exposed. At this time, my mother looked at me and I lowered my head and said nothing.

After a while, I started to apologize.

My mother said nothing, just stared at my dick.

After a minute or two of silence, she helped me put my pants back on and asked me to clean the chair and have a good chat with her.

My older sister at home doesn’t know what happened yet.

And I was fucking upset because I had just been grounded for three days for being caught passing around pornographic photos during class by my teacher.

While I was cleaning, my mother stared at me motionlessly, with murderous eyes.

Then I went home, ready to be scolded.

Suddenly, the elder and younger sisters came downstairs to the kitchen and started making sandwiches.

They made me a sausage and cheese one, and while we ate it, Mom read a book in the backyard.

After drinking the milk, sister Cindy returned to the bedroom and prepared to go to bed.

Seizing the opportunity, I told Christine what had just happened.

She was terrified and asked me not to let my mother know what we had just done.

I assured her again and again that I would never let out a single word.

After all, I was more afraid than she was of the consequences that might arise if this matter were known.

When Christine was about to go back to her room, her mother came in. They said good night to each other and then turned off the lights in the living room and kitchen.

After returning to the bedroom and taking a shower, my mother came into my room and asked me directly whether my sister was there when I ejaculated.

When I talked about masturbation, my sister had already left, so she didn't know what I did.

My mother then gave me some spiritual education, saying that she could understand that teenagers had sexual urges, but I should find a private place to vent them instead of desecrating my body in public.

After a lot of nagging, my mother wouldn't let me go to bed.

She asked me to reflect on myself and come up with a reasonable punishment. If the punishment I gave myself was too light, she would not rule out discussing with my father how to deal with the matter.

Sitting in the room, my mind was in a mess.

I'm fucking terrified that my father would find out about this.

I imagined his first reaction would be to take off his belt and give me a good beating.

My mother turned on the faucet and prepared to take a bath. A few minutes later, she left the master bedroom and walked towards the bathroom. She was only wrapped in a bath towel at this time. I could see her figure clearly because our rooms were very close.

My sister has been sleeping for thirty minutes, and I am very sleepy at this moment.

However, I have to stay awake and wait for my mother's permission.

When she passed by my room, I saw my mother's entire back.

The towel only covered her front, leaving her back and buttocks completely uncovered.

Listening to the sound of the shower water, about ten minutes later, she opened the door and shouted in my direction, asking me to get her a clean towel.

I grabbed a towel from the cabinet at the bottom of the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door.

Come in, Jimmy! The moment I opened the door, I saw my mother lift her left foot and step it on the edge of the bathtub, while her right foot on the ground revealed beautiful muscle lines.

Oh my god! From the back, you can see her pink private parts! I stood there, not knowing how to react. After a few seconds of stunned silence, I said: Mom, this is for you.

Instead of turning around, my mother asked me to dry her back.

I took a few steps forward, rubbed her shoulders and back a few times, and then said done.

The entire back-rubbing process should have taken less than two minutes. I did it in a hurry, worried that she would turn around and slap me.

Okay, dear, thank you! My mother's posture has not changed.

I turned around and prepared to leave, but before closing the door, I looked at her beautiful pussy for a long time reluctantly.

Walking down the corridor, my dick was incredibly hard.

When I returned to the room, there was no sign of softening.

I looked up at the time. It was half past ten.

A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open and my mother came to my room with her toes very close to the door.

The most important thing is that she is naked! My mother's pubic hair was obviously carefully trimmed, presenting a perfect image.

The two huge breasts are slightly drooping, with two light brown nipples on top.

I don’t know what to say, let alone what to do.

I was so shocked that I could only feel the strangeness of my cock.

She looked at me and said gently: Have you thought about it? Wait for me, I'll come over later.

I watched my mother walk into her room. She gave me a smile, stood by the bed, picked up the green nightgown and put it on.

Adjusting her robe slightly, she returned to the corridor.

I heard her go up to the third floor and walk towards the sisters' rooms. I knew this because there was something wrong with the stairs going up to the third floor, so they made a creaking sound when she stepped on them.

Then I heard her look back and Mom poked her head in my door, asking me to go into her bedroom.

Covering my crotch with my hands, I walked into my mother's bedroom and saw her half lying on the bed.

Her nightgown was still on, but it couldn't hide her vagina.

I tried not to look, fearing that this was a test from my mother and that she would punish me if I reacted in any strange way.

I guess my mother was teasing me on purpose, and then she would ask me to go back to my room, and then she would wait outside my room. If she heard any noise that might be caused by my masturbation, she would immediately rush into the room and beat me up, just like Christine was beaten up last year for lying.

I still remember that day, a boy came to visit Christine.

She didn't let the boy into our house, but she chatted with him at the door for about five minutes, and then the boy left.

The neighbor told her mother about this. After dinner, her mother asked Christine what she did in the evening, and Christine replied that she did nothing.

My mother asked her if anyone came to see her, and she still said no.

The mother got up and left. When she came back, she had a belt in her hand. Without warning, she began to whip Christine's back.

The older sister, feeling pain, quickly stood up and tried to block her mother's attack with both hands.

My mother showed no mercy. She grabbed my sister's clothes, tore them apart, and beat her.

My sister couldn't help crying out loud.

My mother started beating my sister in the kitchen and chased her from the kitchen to the living room. In the end, even my sister's bra was knocked off.

My sister and I screamed and begged our mother to stop.

She stopped, but only after fifteen minutes.

Christine's body was covered with bloody whip marks, and my mother pointed at us with a grim face, warning us that if we dared to lie, she would kill us.

At this moment, these horrific memories came back to my mind one by one.

Suddenly I remembered that when I was twelve years old, on Thanksgiving night, she smelled cigarette smoke on me, and without saying a word, she beat me up in front of all the relatives and friends.

Sit down, dear.

My mother interrupted my thoughts and patted the bed.

After sitting down, I focused my eyes on her face, being careful not to look at her figure.

Have you thought about your own punishment? Jimmy? Not yet.

All right.

If you're willing to tell the truth, maybe I can let you go and not tell your dad.

Are you willing to tell the truth? Let's talk like two adults.

Yes, Mom, I do.

very good! Look at me, what do I look like? You look great, Mom.

You are beautiful! My mother suddenly reached out and touched my thigh, then moved her palm around my cock through my pants.

I was still confused and didn't know whether my mother was testing me or really wanted me to have sex with her.

Let me see you, Jimmy, stand up.

Standing up, I looked at her and she pushed my pants down and the cock jumped out.

My mother’s behavior scared me so much that I didn’t dare to move.

Mom sat up straight, grabbed my dick with her hand, teased the urethra with her fingers, and stroked the pre-cum secreted on the glans.

Come on, go and lock your bedroom first.

When you return to your mother's room, close the door.

But then I can't go back to my bedroom.

Do as I say. Go ahead and remember to lock the door when you come back.

I had no choice but to do as he said. I walked a few steps, locked my bedroom door, turned back into my mother's room, and locked her door.

Mom stood up at this time, put her index finger on her lips, and said, "If your sister comes downstairs and sees our rooms are locked, they will think we are all asleep."

I walked to the bed and my mother pulled me towards her, then she gave me a kiss and put her tongue in my mouth.

I responded naturally and my fingers quickly reached her hot and wet pussy.

I hugged her tightly, kissed her passionately, and at the same time thrust my fingers into her vagina.

I wanted to lick her pussy, but she asked me to take off my pants first.

Climbing onto the bed, my mother opened her legs wide, grabbed my cock and pushed it into her pussy.

It was so wet, slippery and hot. I have never fucked such a great pussy.

With the first thrust, my little brother almost completely entered her body.

Mom's hands tightly wrapped around my neck, pressed me down, and kissed me passionately, our tongues entangled.

I was so absorbed in the kiss that I forgot myself, while my lower body was moving vigorously, fucking the best pussy I had ever experienced.

After a few minutes, she threw her head back and started moaning loudly.

I was startled and quickly said: Shh, speak a little more quietly, Mom, you will wake everyone up.

My mother opened her eyes, smiled, and then closed them.

She placed her hands on my buttocks and lifted her legs higher.

But after a few seconds of silence, she started moaning again with her eyes closed.

Although her labia opened wider, my cock became bigger, just enough to fill her unsatisfied cunt.

Go go go go! I fucked her passionately, and the only sounds between us were her moans and her heavy breathing.

After eight or ten minutes, my mother began to react violently. I could feel her flesh walls opening and closing rapidly, making my cock feel extremely comfortable.

When my hands rubbed her buttocks hard, she started screaming again.

I quickly collected my thoughts and pulled out my cock to prevent the climax from coming too quickly.

To calm her down, I kissed her actively.

We made love, sweated, and the room was filled with passion.

Observing my mother's physical reactions, I guessed that she orgasmed about five times.

I had reached my limit of endurance, so I let my mother lie flat, raised her head, and inserted my cock into her body again.

I felt full of energy, as if the previous thrusting had never happened.

I fucked her madly, and my mother just lay there and endured it, enduring my sweat dripping down her cheeks.

When she reached her climax, I grabbed her butt hard and pushed her body as close to me as possible, trying to get my dick as deep into her vagina as possible.

I ejaculated inside her, her body was shaking, and she was murmuring "oh oh ah ah" and my name.

I let my lips touch hers, soothing her roar with a kiss.

After a while, I listened attentively to the movements in the room.

Silent, everything seems to be fine.

A few minutes later, my mother suddenly hugged me tightly, kissed my neck hard, and licked my chest.

Her efforts left four strawberries on my body, two on my neck and two on my chest.

Tomorrow, I will proudly display them around campus.

After knowing that I didn't wake up my sisters, I stood up and walked to the window. My cock was still covered with semen and was still very hard.

I opened the window, took a few breaths of fresh air, looked at the starry sky, then closed the window and went back to bed.

In the next ninety minutes, my mother and I had three more rounds of sex.

After that, I still wanted to have sex, but my mom said no.

She got up and changed the bed sheets, threw the sheets stained with sweat and vaginal fluid into the washing machine, and finally sprayed some perfume and deodorant in the room and did a simple cleaning.

The next day, my mother insisted that my older sister and younger sister take a women's etiquette class.

That way, two nights a week, we'd have a few hours alone together.

Whenever we have the chance, no matter where we are, we make love.

Of course, I would still hang out with Christine, but I didn't dare let Mom know.

And of course I didn't let my sister know about what was going on between my mother and me.

My relationship with Christine ended when she went to college.

She was engaged to her high school boyfriend, and the drive to college was twelve hours, and they often went together.

In the next two years, I had sex with my mother countless times, and in many different ways.

But when I became a college student, the number of times my mother and I cooked together decreased drastically. It’s not that she lost her charm, but that I had to live on campus.

The above account happened twenty-one years ago.

Once there is a first time, there will be two, three, or even countless times.

Whether it's my sister or my mother, we'll have sex whenever we get the chance, no matter the place or time.

Now, at the age of thirty-six, I have been married for a long time and have been working for almost fourteen years.

I am the vice president of a company, I make a lot of money, and I have four children, but I'm sorry I can't tell you their names.

It takes eight hours to drive back to my hometown, so I don’t go back to visit my parents very often.

However, usually whenever I was home or they came to visit, my mother and I would find time to have sex.

Seriously, she's still great! Three months ago, I was assigned to work back in my hometown.

After a 20-mile journey, I finally returned to my hometown.

My father is rarely at home now. He has started raising horses for the racing association and is responsible for breeding good breeds.

This job allows him and his mother to live a good life.

During the first week back home, my mother helped us pack our luggage.

I wanted to have sex with her, but my wife and children were there, so I had to give up.

However, three days ago, my wife took the children back to her parents' home to visit them, and my mother stayed at home to help me tidy up the room.

To be honest, she had gained about fifteen pounds.

However, this does not affect her charm and sexiness at all, which remain the same as before.

That night, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I never knew that I could enjoy having sex with a woman who was 20 years older than me. It was my mother's performance that made me realize this.

Now, my mother and I plan to go to Christine's graduation ceremony.

It takes about sixteen hours to get to their school.

I had a plan: I would drive for eight hours, then stay at a hotel with my mother, and then continue the rest of the journey the next day.

During these two days, my mother's body will belong completely to me.

Returning to my hometown is really a very happy thing.