The Skin is Skin People

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Key Characters (All persons having sex in this story are 18+)

Leah, mom, 41

Zoey, daughter, 20

Mary, grandmother, 56

Brendon (aka Brian), son, 22

The Skin is Skin People

“I know the difference between a mother’s kiss and a romantic kiss,” grumbled my sister.

“Zoey, mom kisses me on the lips too. It’s the way she’s always kissed us.”

“I know, Brendon, but she put her tongue in my mouth.”

“She’s a messy kisser. Are you sure it wasn’t her lip?”

“I know a tongue when I feel one.”

She certainly does, and she’s felt many of them. Including mine. But as far as I know, she’s never been with a woman. And certainly not with our mom.

“Just relax, mom wouldn’t intentionally put her tongue in your mouth.”

It seems like a lifetime ago, but my sister and I were once engaged in a passionate romance. And not one of those drunken blow jobs that sisters might give their brothers after a bad break up. Zoey wanted to get married. She even tried to get pregnant, which was why I had to break it off.

And the very next day, she ran off and joined a religious cult. That was five months ago. Although she calls me every Friday at six, just like a telemarketer, she hasn’t uttered one word about our incestuous love affair since she married the founder of her cult.

And she’s not his only wife. She’s just an “apprentice” wife. And since she doesn’t have children, she functions as a domestic servant for the “administrative” wife, who hands out her work assignments.

Although Zoey was once a bundle of fun, I dread talking to her now. And that’s because it takes her approximately ten seconds to work the word “Bible” into all her conversations. And now, it’s either the “Bible says this”, or “Satan did this”, or her favorite, “God’s will”.

“Brendon, you don’t know mom like I do. She has accepted Satan into her life.”

“Zoey, you’ve really got to get out of that cult. Anyway, I gotta go.”

“Wait, why do you always try to hang up on me so quickly? I need to ask you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“Would you mind if I dropped by tomorrow?”

“Are you leaving the cult?”

“No, I just want to see your new apartment.”

Zoey lives near Corral, Idaho, on a farm about 90 miles east of Boise, where I live. And this would be a good opportunity to bring her back into civilization.

Zoey’s religious cult has a very high ratio of females to males, and since the men are all much older, it can’t be good for her pussy. Zoey can’t even fall asleep at night unless she orgasms. I know. I’ve put her to sleep many times.

“Do you need me to pick you up?”

“I still have my car. But do me a favor, don’t invite mom.”

“Zoey, don’t interpret everything mom does as hitting on you.”

“If you don’t believe she’s a lesbian, why don’t you ask her about Paige?”

I sighed. Paige was my sister’s best friend, and every time my mother talked to her, Zoey would come rushing into my room accusing mom of hitting her up.

Zoey is a very beautiful woman, but there is a price to pay for that. She has lost her grip on reality. She could talk like a lunatic around men, and they would just nod their heads until they finished fucking her. Men never argue with beautiful women. It’s a license to be an idiot.

Zoey is brimming with Swedish blood on both sides of our family, possessing the regulation long blond hair, light blue eyes, and shiny white skin. But her most redeeming quality is her superheated libido. So, this is a booty call.

“All right, Zoey, save up all your wacky shit about mom until you get here. I’ll text you the address.”

* * *

It was late Friday evening, and I was reluctant to tell my mother about my weekly talk with Zoey. She drinks too much and can rant about Zoey for hours. So, I waited until after midnight, and hoped to leave her a message. But she picked up on the first ring.

“Brendon, why are you calling so late?”

“Mom, I have some good news. Zoey is visiting me tomorrow.”

“That’s great, Brendon! What time should I be there?”

I knew my mother would want to come over, but I was going to heed Zoey’s wishes, however deluded they were.

“Um, mom, it’s probably better if it’s just me and Zoey for now.”

“What is her problem with me?”

Mom sounds like she has had her usual three glasses of red wine before bed. She is very friendly when she’s tipsy, except when she is talking about Zoey.

“Mom, are you drunk?”

“Brendon, don’t fuck with me now. Just tell me the truth. What did she say?”

“She said it had something to do with Paige. You know, Zoey’s girlfriend.”

I waited for mom to laugh off the accusation, but there was an unnerving moment of silence. And with my normally talkative mother, that’s never a good sign.

“Oh. Zoey knows about Paige?”

My heart stopped pumping for at least three seconds before it kicked back in.

“Mom, you and Paige?”

“Paige is twenty şişli escort now, Brendon.”

“Still, she was Zoey’s best friend.”

“Don’t lecture me, kid. Not after what you did with Zoey.”

“What did I do?”

“You’re playing dumb, huh? You didn’t think I’d find out? Zoey told me all about it.”

That took my breath away. I had a feeling she knew that something was going on, because Zoey was regularly night crawling me. I put my underwear in her mouth to keep her from screaming, but she still made a lot of noise.

“She did?”

“Yes. She told me everything.”

“So, you knew all this time and didn’t say anything?”

“It happens, Brendon. I have an older brother too. It’s only a big deal if you make it a big deal.”

I was shaking. This was a big deal. My mom just implied that she’s had sex with her brother.

“Mom? Uncle Matt?” Uncle Matt is married and lives in Florida, and mom visits him every Christmas.

“It’s not your business, Brendon.”

To my mom, “not your business” always means “yes”. And fuck, this was a lot to process. But since my mom sounds drunk, I’m going to bail on this conversation and wait for her to sober up.

“Um, okay. Sorry. Anyway, I’ll let you go.”

“Hold on, I’m not done talking to you. You shouldn’t have been so mean when you broke up with Zoey.”

“What was I supposed to do? She put holes in my condoms. Was I supposed to be nice?”

“You told her you never wanted to see her again.”

“Yeah, right after she threw her iPhone at me. That’s how she broke it.”

“You know how emotional she is. Anyway, when you see her tomorrow, I want you to apologize to her.”

“Apologize for ducking? I’m not doing that, mom.”

“Well, then at least be accommodating.”

“Accommodating? What do you mean by that?”

“You know what I mean, Brendon.” Mom sounded like she had a whole bottle tonight.

“You want me to have sex with her?”

“Brendon,” slurred mom, “I don’t understand you. You two were always going at it. She was in your room every night. You didn’t think I could hear you?”

My mom will do anything to get Zoey out of that cult, but I didn’t think it included incest. But apparently it does, at least when she’s drunk. This was quite a stunning development.

“All right. I will be accommodating.”

“Good, and don’t be so rude this time.”

“Rude? What are you talking about?”

“She told me that you put your underwear in her mouth to keep her quiet.”

“Mom, Zoey was very noisy. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“That’s not the way to treat your sister, Brendon. If you put your underwear in my mouth, I’d….”

There was an unexpected pause. Obviously, when you drink too much, you talk without thinking. She is always sexually graphic when she’s drunk, but she’s never brought up the notion of her son’s underwear in her mouth. And since she’s already confessed to fucking her brother, I’m going to finish the sentence for her.

“Like it?”

“Why would you think I would like that, son?”

“Because you still kiss me on the lips.”

“Well, it’s just an old habit.”

“But sometimes you open your mouth, mom. It’s a little different than a normal kiss.”

“I’m a sloppy kisser, what can I say? I just don’t like little pecks on the cheek. It feels so cold. Especially to my son.”

“Mom, I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

“You never moved your lips away, Brendon. You always let me kiss you like that. You even keep your lips open.”

“I do?”

Well, my mother caught me. I was always hoping her tongue would end up in my mouth. And I kept my lips slightly apart, waiting for it. But to my chagrin, she never pushed her tongue across. But then again, her kisses were always very lingering and sloppy when she had been drinking.

“Skin is skin.” Mom rarely slurs her words like she is tonight. Maybe she had two bottles. “And that’s the truth.”

“Are you drunk, mom?

“Yeah. So what?”

“Are you in bed?”

“What a question to ask your mom. Are you hitting on me?”

“I was just worried about you walking to your bed tonight.”

“I’m in bed now.”

My mother always sleeps in the nude. And since she’s drunk and I’m horny, I’m going to get a little graphic with her. And after she hangs up on me, I’ll jack off. She won’t remember any of this in the morning.

“Are you nude?”

“You are flirting with mom, aren’t you?”

“I just don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Mom giggled. “You are flirting with me. Well, I’m nude, baby boy. Does that turn you on?”

“Uh huh.”

“Okay. So, you can tell me the truth now. And be real. I won’t get mad at you. Did you ever want me to put my tongue in your mouth when I kissed you?”

Well, she didn’t hang up on me. And now I am having phone sex with my mother. But she’s drunk, so there’s a good chance she’s not going to remember it tomorrow.

“To tell you the truth, mom. Yes.”

“And what would you do if I did?”

“I’d put my tongue in your mouth.”

“That’s so dirty, son. That’s a very dirty thing to want to do to your own mother.”

There mecidiyeköy escort was a brief pause as I heard her drawer open. And then I heard the distinct buzzing of a vibrator. She was masturbating. I was immediately flushed with an erection, so I pulled down my boxers and started to relieve it.

“Then you’ll do it?”

“That’s incest, son. That is very incestuous. But so is your drunk mother. I’ll put my tongue everywhere you want mom to put it.”

“How about my cock?”

Mom turned up her vibe. It was on full blast.

“Especially your cock. Every time I’m with you, I want to do that to you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to go behind Zoey’s back.”

“But I wanted you in bed with us, mom. All three of us in bed together.”

“Oh, that’s so dirty, son. What exactly did you want us to do?”

“I wanted to watch you make love to Zoey.”

“You’re so sick. My own daughter?”

“Uh huh.”

“How did I have such a perverted son? You really want to watch me have sex with my own daughter?”

“You eat pussy, don’t you?”

“I love pussy. What do you want me to do to her?”

“I want to watch you eat my cum from Zoey’s cunt. Eat every fucking drop, mom. Just put your tongue in there and taste your son’s cum from your daughter’s hot slit. It’s great pussy, mom. Zoey has a very sexy pussy. We could lick it all night, mom. Together.”

“Cumming,” she gasped. “FUCK!”

Fuck indeed, and I can’t believe we just did that. Incestuous phone sex. Way too dirty to carry on again as a platonic mother and son. I can only hope she forgets about it when she wakes up. But this will be hard to forget.

“Brendon, I love you so much.”

* * *

Pandora’s Box just had its grand opening. I’ve always felt like mom was sexually attracted to me, primarily because her kisses could be so ambiguous. And if she was drunk, they got very sloppy. And when I lived at home, she was quite immodest. Her favorite article of clothing was a short pink cotton robe, and if I was on my toes, I could usually catch a nip or pussy slip whenever she did housework.

Late at night, she often walked into the kitchen nude and made herself a drink. And if I happened to catch her, she blandly said, “don’t look”, and went about her business without covering up.

So, I know what her pussy looks like. I’ve studied it closely. It’s waxed with one small tattoo. A cherry blossom right in the middle of her mons.

So, I knew she was a dirty girl. But I was fully expecting that my smoldering attraction would go unrequited. But the depth and depravity of my mother’s mind captivated me. Her pussy had been available to me for a long time, and now that I think about it, she has made quite a few ambiguous flirtations that I never followed up on.

But there was no longer any need to interpret her ambiguous comments. She’s already committed incest with her brother. She knows what it feels like. And she wants to do it again. With her son.

* * *

A half hour later, I knocked on her front door. I was justifiably nervous, as this was a lot to process. Having phone sex with my mom was already life changing. Mothers and sons rarely admit their incestuous desires for each other, like we just did.

And during the phone sex, we both came very hard. So, something deeply instinctual was released in us. The urge for incest had taken complete control of us both.

So, when my mom opened the door, my cock was already erect. And my beautiful blond and blue-eyed Madonna did not disappoint. She was dressed in a barely buttoned blue shirt giving me a generous peek at her exposed black lace bra. She had on skin-tight black leather pants and an amorous smile.

“Hi mom,” I said, just like any other time I came to visit her.

“You’re such an innocent little boy.” She reached through the door and grabbed my shirt collar, playfully pulling me into the entryway.

“Always, mom.”

I stepped onto the white marble tile, and she closed the door behind me. And mother and son were face to face.

“You came for a booty call with your own mother?”

“You invited me, didn’t you?”

And with a wink and a sly smile, my mother leaned into me, pressed her breasts into my chest, and her full red lips inched toward my mouth. She showed me her tongue. And I was planning on sucking on that tongue the whole night.

She was wearing three-inch spiked heels, so we were eye to eye. And we could both feel it. The overwhelming urge to commit incest.

And when our lips finally touched, it was the ultimate thrill of my life. My mother’s tongue. And a more passionate tongue kiss I had never imagined. This was a mother very much in love with her son. And the excitement of our impending incestuous communion gave me goosebumps.

But we only exchanged one tongue-sucking kiss before I dropped to my knees, fiddled with the buttons on her leather pants, and pulled them down to her ankles. I needed to taste her pussy.

And there was her beautiful cherry blossom tattoo, just as I remembered it. Along with a new tattoo. istanbul escort She added a green and purple butterfly that was pollinating the blossom. Right above my mother’s vulva.

So, I pressed my lips on it. She pulled off her shirt and bra, leaned back against the wall, ran her fingers roughly through my hair, and guided my lips into her warm and musky vulva. It was like no other pussy I’ve ever tasted. It was sexy and citrusy.

Mom stepped out of her leather pants and spread her legs wide, letting me go as deep as I wanted. I tilted my head, extended my tongue until it wouldn’t go any further, and licked her pussy walls.

“Mommy loves you so much.”

It was music to my ears. While she was always handsy and affectionate, my mother rarely expressed her love verbally to me. But incest is such an explosion of emotion that she couldn’t stop herself. And having your mother constantly declare her love for you while your tongue is deep inside licking away at her pussy walls is the most exciting thing ever.

But in my excitement, I pulled a muscle in my tongue, so I removed it, and in its place, I shoved two fingers inside her. And as I sucked the beautifully musty taste off her clitoris, her entire body jerked, and she reacted to her orgasmic contractions by pulling my hair.

“I love you so much! I love my son so much!”

She couldn’t stop saying it through her orgasm. And when it was over, she dropped to her knees. She pushed her lips into mine, which were laden with her own musky pussy juice. And after tangling our tongues wildly together for several minutes, she wanted to return the favor.

“I want to suck your cock.”

I stood and let her unbuckle me. She frantically pulled my pants down to the floor, followed by my boxers. We were so excited that we had yet to make it out of the entryway.

I was oozing and rock hard, and very aware that this would be over in a flash. And so was my mom. She put the tip of her tongue right into my urethra and tasted her son’s precum for the first time in her life. Then she looked up at me.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

She wrapped her lips around my left testicle, then moved to my right, running her nose along my shaft and sniffing her son’s cock like she was in a rose garden.

“My baby boy is so hard.”

She wrapped her lips around my crown, focused her hot tongue on my frenulum, and stroked my shaft. I was beyond aroused as she took me deep into that place in the back of her throat which won’t let it go any further.

And I ejaculated. Spurts full of sperm. Over her tongue and into the back of her throat. And I could feel her swallow. Again and again, she swallowed, as it just kept coming out. She opened her mouth, so I pulled my cock out, aimed it right at her tongue, and coated it. And finally, I shot out one small squirt, which she proudly displayed before swallowing it all.

She stood, put her hands around my neck, and pulled herself tightly into me. I was so excited that my cock didn’t even think of getting soft. She hopped up on me, wrapped her legs around my waist, and my cock found itself ensconced in her warm and supple vaginal skin.

I pushed her against the wall and thrust into her. I’ve never fucked a woman against a wall before, and it’s not easy. But her pussy fit my cock perfectly, and seemed to suck me up inside her and was not letting her son go.

I kept thrusting into her, pushing her back into the wall as my cockhead dipped into her cervix and our lips and tongues melded together. Only a mother and son can make love like this.

“Mommy’s cumming. Come on, baby, cum inside your mother.”

I just came ten minutes ago and never imagined that I could cum again so quickly. But incest is a deeply repressed and powerful instinct, and the genie was out of the bottle.

“I love you, mom,” I gasped as my testicles clenched and released inside her.

Completely emptied, I pulled out, and some of my sperm dripped out of her cunt and onto the tile floor. My mom put her middle finger into her beautiful gape, gathering up some sperm. Then she put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. She put her hands around my neck, leaned into me, and tongue kissed me. She released and looked lovingly into my eyes.

“So, was I as good as you imagined?”

“You are the love of my life, mom. I’ll never love anyone like I love you.”

She smiled proudly as the tears formed in her eyes and slid down her cheeks. “What about Zoey?”

“Zoey didn’t sacrifice her life for me. There is you, and every other woman is beneath you.”

“Oh, you’re my happiness, baby,” she said tenderly. “I’m so happy I had you. And I’ve fallen so hopelessly in love with you.”

There is nothing that comes close to the sex that my mother and I had just experienced. Nothing at all. While Zoey always felt more like a girlfriend than a sister, my mother feels like highly concentrated incestuous love. And our evening was just getting started.

* * *

The next morning, I managed to stumble out of my mom’s bed and into the bathroom. The dam had burst. There was no going back from this. Most mother and son relationships end when the son moves out. The mother is then relegated to a very minor role in his life, and they might see each other a few times a year.

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