Taboo

Keywords: a, Times, Six, 15, Pt., Day,

"This is just one part of a novel-length story. The characters' private thoughts are marked in italics. Thanks to OmegaZone, EBC, DD, Lucky KM, NightShadow, Davy Jones, and Spurtz for proofreading and offering suggestions. "

"The story has a lot of incestuous themes, so read no further if that isn't your cup of tea. Everyone in this story is aged eighteen or older. This story is just a fantasy and has no relation to real life. It does not try to depict realistic or appropriate behavior between the sexes. If you enjoy the story, please rate it when you're done and/or leave a comment at the public comment board. "

*CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 12)*

The next morning confirmed the changes in routine first seen the morning before. It seemed Alan, Katherine, and Susan all got to the kitchen area earlier than usual since there was so much fun likely to be happening there.

Not messing with success, Susan wore a nightie in the kitchen again. The only difference was that this nightie (just purchased by Suzanne) was even more revealing than the previous one. This nightgown actually thoroughly covered her from head to toe, except for her feet and hands, but that was fine with Alan because the fabric was nearly completely see-through. The only fabric that actually visibly covered anything was a thin strip of extra fabric that went around her waist, and another strip that went straight down the middle of her front.

But today Alan decided to do something he'd forgotten to do on Monday morning. When he came downstairs and into the kitchen he stealthily crept up behind her, lifted up her nightie, and fondled her ass. That was the only touching he was technically allowed, under the absurd excuse that it helped him "get her attention." He bent her over the sink and the movement of his hands pressed her up against it. He rubbed his hands over every inch of her ass. But he stopped his hands right on the edge of her pussy. He was a bit stymied by the thin fabric between his hands and heaven, but that also allowed him to take more liberties without her protesting. He could see space between her vagina and asshole as a boundary area that he could slowly redefine over time.

After a minute or two, he announced, "I'm taking off my shorts to give my penis some air."

"Okay," Susan said uncertainly, "if you must, but please remember the boundaries. Remember your promise to me."

Alan thought, "Damn, why did she have to bring that up? She's soooo fuckable!" He took his penis out and held it with a hand while the other hand still worked on her ass through the fabric of her silky nightie. As he "accidentally" rubbed it up against an ass cheek, he thought, "I'm probably the only guy on Earth to endure such pleasurable torture. I could just stick it in right now! It's so close! But she seems to think this is okay and fucking is incest. I just have to live with that boundary and get used to it. I have to be the good son. Obedient. But damn. Fuck! So fucking close! Well, I might as well enjoy what I've got."

In the midst of their heavy petting, she said, "Tiger, I'm so sorry about last night. I was so tired. I didn't even plan to fall asleep and the next thing I knew it was morning." As she talked, she pulled her nightie completely off so he could have unimpeded access to her ass.

"That's okay. Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I failed to tuck you in and give you a goodnight kiss. It's mommy's duty to make sure you fall asleep deeply satisfied. Please forgive me!"

She nearly shouted this last part as she felt his penis slide up into her ass crack. He was eager to take advantage of her nudity. She thought for sure that he would stick it in somewhere much deeper, but he was content to keep the length of it trapped between her ass cheeks. He was so involved with that that he didn't respond to her pleas for forgiveness.

He steered his body down and rubbed his penis all the way down one leg until he reached the back of her knee. Then he did the same to the other side. Wherever it went it left a trail of pre-cum like the slimy path of a snail. She was moaning like an animal. But still he wasn't satisfied. He drew his standing body up closer to his mother's bent over figure, and imagined his penis going only the few inches forward it would need to enter into her pussy.

She could sense from the way his legs rubbed up against hers and the hand bracing on her ass that he had his penis poised as if to strike into her pussy. Her legs slowly spread apart, causing her to slide a little way down from the sink. She wiggled her ass seductively. Her body, and especially her pussy, wanted it bad.

Her lower body seemed to act on its own, but her mind wasn't so sure. She thought, "This could be it! My son is going to fuck me! Should I let it happen? I could. All I need to do is say the right word. I need it so bad, but it's so wrong. I'd be on the express train to hell, but my body has needs!"

She whispered, "Please." Alan's heart skipped a beat in joy. But she continued, nearly inaudibly, "Please don't."

Alan thrust his hips forward. His penis drove between her legs. But he purposely went too low. He stuck it between her legs instead of inside her. He cried out, "Fuck! Aaarrgh! Fucking cocktease! This is killing me!" He was so frustrated he thought he would cry, but, by a matter of a couple inches, he managed not to break his promise never to disobey her direct commands.

He consoled himself by slowly dry humping her, sliding his slick penis back and forth between her legs. The penis was a bit low, so it was actually squeezed between her thighs.

She closed her legs tight and her thigh flesh folded around his penis kind of like a tit fuck. She moaned, "I'm sorry, Tiger. Yes, I'm a cocktease. I'm so sorry. Please fuck my thighs instead. Does that make you feel better?"

He just grunted his agreement. Her thighs and his penis were both so wet that he slid back and forth effortlessly. It felt amazingly good - he almost could close his eyes and imagine he was really fucking. He idly wondered why he'd never heard of thigh fucking before. Then it occurred to him that if two people got this intimate, they normally wouldn't mess around with this but would be really fucking instead.

Regardless, soon they were going with all the enthusiasm of if it was the real thing. As he rammed into her repeatedly from the rear, she cried out between ragged breaths, "Oh God! Punish me! Punish me! Hump my legs for failing to tuck you in! Mommy's so bad! Use your penis to teach her a lesson. She needs to be properly punished!"

Alan liked that idea, and slammed into her even harder.

When Katherine walked into the kitchen, at first she was completely shocked, thinking Alan was in fact finally fucking his mother. They were going at full speed with Alan driving into his mother repeatedly like the pistons of a engine going forward and back relentlessly. Only on closer inspection did she realize how he was holding back. It was easy to be mistaken – Susan's feet were completely off the floor by this time.

Susan also was panting and moaning so loud that Katherine had heard her from the top of the stairs. She was beside herself with lust. It was only the barest thread of resolve that stopped her from crying "YES!" instead of saying "please don't." What they were doing now only broke her willpower down further. Had he kept at it, eventually she would have been begging him to really fuck her. He had no idea how close he was winning all of her, and with school starting in a short time he unfortunately didn't have the time to keep going and break the last of her willpower.

"That looks like a fun way to say good morning," Katherine finally said. "How's breakfast coming, Mom?" The second comment finally succeeding in tearing Alan and Susan apart. Susan stood there panting for some moments. She went over to the stove, where some oatmeal was in danger of burning.

*CHAPTER 2*

"Good morning, Angel," Susan said. She tried to sound normal, but her voice was quavery. She grasped the counter around the stove to keep her shaky legs from collapsing. "How are you doing? Alan was just, uh..."

"I'm not doing as well as you, I see," Katherine replied, giggling.

Susan frowned and busied herself with cooking, still trying to maintain some reputation and decorum. Then she realized she was still naked. With trembling hands, she found her nightie in a heap on the floor and started to put it back on.

Katherine added, "If I didn't know better, I would have thought Alan was FUCKING his mother!" She giggled, as if that would be cute, but no big deal. "Was he fucking your thighs?"

Susan finished dressing burning with shame. She had no way to respond to Katherine's comments without adding to her shame, so she didn't. She reached for a pan but missed and sent it clattering to the floor. She tried to compose herself, and just breathed over the stove, head hung down.

Then she turned to Alan with mournful eyes. It looked like she would cry. "Tiger, I want to thank you for being strong and listening to me. But I really don't know how we got into that kind of situation in the first place. It's not right. Could you please not do that? All that rubbing up against me like that. It's more than I can take! If we keep doing that, something might happen! We really, really can't do anything like that again. Absolutely."

"Okay, Mom, okay. Sorry." He sat down and buried his head in his hands for a minute and tried to get a grip on himself. "Fuck. I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown if I don't get to fuck Mom soon. Fuck! "He sighed and then looked up at his mother. "Now she's just cooking breakfast as happy as you please. I don't believe it. Well, I gotta fuck something. I need to put my penis in some hole right now or I'm going to burst."

He looked up at his sister, now standing up above him.

Katherine said lustily to her brother, "Big Brother, aren't you going to say hello to me as well? I don't think you've fully 'captured my attention.

Keywords: a, Times, Six, 15, Pt., Day,