Linda’s discovery – part 2a

Linda’s discovery – part 2a ( Incest stories for Adults only)

Genres: Dark Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Erotica, Incest

The next morning I decided to work from home again. It wasn’t that I had so much to do around the house as much as I was afraid if I went into the office, everyone would somehow be able to infer from the look on my face that I had fingered myself to an earth shattering orgasm the previous night while my son listened in. I knew that was silly, but I also knew that I was probably not going to be able to think about anything else that day until I came to some resolution myself.

As I sorted through my feelings, I quickly realized that my previous efforts to limit myself had proved to be absurd. For god’s sake, I had specifically had a talk with Mark just last night about how inappropriate our previous conversation was and how that shouldn’t and couldn’t happen again… and the phone call had ended with me dropping the phone because I was cumming so hard. I had to get more realistic with myself and my expectations of future conversations with Mark.

Now that the floodgates had been opened, so to speak, I knew he was going to expect that future conversations would include both of us listening to each other cum. I had already demonstrated to him – and to myself – that I didn’t have the willpower to prevent that from happening. Perhaps more disconcerting was the honest feeling that I wasn’t sure that I even WANTED to prevent it. For all of the guilt that I felt, I also knew in my heart of hearts that I had enjoyed it… and that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And – probably most troubling – that I also seemed to be in a constant state of arousal. Maybe it was the naughtiness of it all, or the idea that a young guy thought I was sexy enough to want to fantasize about, or maybe it was just these latent feelings that were boiling to the top.

I was trying to sort through these and other thoughts as I stood in my kitchen sipping my first cup of coffee when I heard the back door open.

“Knock-knock,” Anne said cheerily. “You busy?” We both had open door privileges to each other’s house, but since I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts this particular morning, I couldn’t help but jump.

“Oh! Gosh, hi Anne. I’m sorry. You’re always welcome, but I guess I was about a million miles away when you came in and it startled me,” I smiled.

“Oh, no. I’m sorry Linda. I just saw your car was still in the garage and figured you were working from home and thought I would come get a cup of coffee and chat before I get my day started. Are you okay?”

I laughed at myself for being so caught up in my own thoughts that I got startled. “I’m good,” I said. “Get yourself some coffee while I go change.” I was still in the t-shirt and panties that I had slept in the night before. The t-shirt barely covered my underwear and, while Anne and I have changed clothes in front of each other many times while shopping, this morning I felt almost naked standing in front of her wearing so little.

“Oh, don’t bother,” she said. “I can’t stay long. What had you so deep in thought?” she said casually as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

“Um, oh nothing. I was just thinking about Mark. I spoke with him last night,” I offered, hoping she didn’t notice me blushing. I was trying to sound laid-back as if it was just a normal mother-son chat.

“Hey, speaking of Mark,” she said, now with a little more animation in her voice, “you never told me… how did the ‘accidental surprise’ work out? Did he ever say anything?”

Anne was smiling as she said this, the kind of smile one has when they are in on a secret and want to hear all of the gossip. I, on the other hand, began to slightly panic. I had never lied to my best friend but was afraid if I answered truthfully she would want to hear more… something I wasn’t sure she wanted to hear. I decided on the spur of the moment to try and answer quickly and move on.

“Yes, he found them,” I said light-heartedly. “I’m sure he is getting good use out of them. What do you have going on today?”

She laughed. “You’re not getting off that easily, Linda. I think I’ve earned the right to some details. After all, it was my idea if you remember.”

I gulped down a large sip of coffee while I tried to formulate my answer. “Okay… sure…” I said slowly, trying to buy time. “Well, he called a couple of days later and said that he found them and I acted all embarrassed and told him that I was sorry, it must have been an accident. I think he bought it.” I hoped we could shift the conversation. The memory of that initial conversation was enough to stoke my libido and I didn’t want Anne to give her any more hints that he had confessed to jerking off with them while he and I were talking on the phone.

Anne’s smile turned into a more piercing kind of Cheshire grin and she looked me right in the eyes. “Hey, it’s me you are talking to, remember? The one that you can tell anything to, and vice versa. I know you well enough to be able to see that there is more to this story. Come on, spill.”

I sighed. “Well, yes… I guess there is a little more,” I said staring down at the floor. “But if I tell you, you have to promise that you won’t think I am a terrible mother.” For the next 15 minutes I recounted to my best friend the initial and subsequent conversations that my son and I had. I wasn’t graphic, but was clear that he and I had heard each other masturbate over the phone and that I had let him listen to me cum. When I finished both she and I were flushed. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, it must have been apparent to her that my nipples were hard and that telling the story had both excited and embarrassed me.

For what seemed like an eternity neither of us spoke. Finally I looked up and saw that Anne had a kind of glazed over look on her face.

“Oh my god,” she finally whispered. “I can’t believe how envious I am of you right now.”

I stared at her in disbelief, to make sure her expression matched her words. “Really?” I said. “God, I was so afraid that you would think I was some kind of slut or something.”

“Honey, you are living out your fantasy… and, truth be told, mine too,” she said. “Since we are being totally honest here, I’ll admit that I have played with myself a time or two when Tom has called, especially if I am already in bed when he calls. The only difference between you and me is that Tom doesn’t know that. Sometimes I wish that he did… just to see where things might go. So, what happens next?”

“I don’t know. It’s a little late to put the genie back in the bottle and I was just thinking about that when you came in. I’m not even sure that I want to.”

Anne got up and came over and gave me a hug. “I don’t blame you, and I am certainly not judging you. God knows that if I were in your shoes, I would have done the exact same thing. Hey, it’s just mutual masturbation. And it’s over the phone, so there is a certain kind of wall there. I say enjoy. Maybe someday I can work up the courage to do the same.”

I could feel tears well up in my eyes. “Thanks Annie,” I said, holding her close. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

With that, I resolved to enjoy my new found sexual outlet. I refused to let any guilt overtake me. It was cathartic to be able to accept this new found sexuality and I couldn’t wait for Mark to call again.

It didn’t take long. He called again that night. For him to call two nights in a row is a rarity. I know when he does that he usually wants something and, when I saw that it was him calling, I smiled to myself because I knew exactly what he wanted… and I was ready. I had half hoped or half expected that he would call. And, to be honest, if he hadn’t called me, I was going to call him. I didn’t want this hanging over either of us. Better to let him know that I was okay with this new “toy” with which we were both playing, and I wasted no time with any preliminary chit-chat. I wanted to cum, and I wanted my son to hear me.

“Hi baby,” I answered, a new found sultriness to my voice.

“Hi gorgeous,” he answered. “Are you ready for bed?”

“As a matter of fact, I was just getting ready to climb in. I took a nice long bubble bath tonight and put on one of my most favorite pairs of panties just in case you called,” I breathed into the phone, letting him know that I was okay with continuing to play our game. “So, I am nice and clean and crawling between my sheets. I like it when yours is the last voice that I hear right before I go to sleep.”

I could hear Mark breathing. I knew that he was already stroking his hard cock. “Me too mom,” he said, his breathing already ragged. “Which panties are you wearing?”

I looked down as I described them, my hand running over the top, feeling the smooth material. “My leopard print, silk bikinis. I’m sure you’ve seen them hanging on the drying rack. Mmmm, they feel so sexy against my fingers,” I purred. I wanted him to know that I was already using my fingers on myself.

“God mom, that is so hot. Is that all you are wearing?” Mark said.

“Yes baby, tonight that’s all mommy is wearing… I want to be able to feel the cool sheets against my body and let the air blow on my hard nipples while I touch my pussy and talk to you,” I said, not believing that I was actually saying these words to my own son. I smiled to myself. If Annie could only hear me now, I laughed, she would die.

“And what are you thinking about mommy?” Mark asked breathily. “What is mommy thinking about while she plays with her pussy?”

I knew he was getting off calling me “mommy” instead of “mom” and being able to say “pussy” without me correcting him. And I was too. My pussy was on fire.

“Mommy is thinking about her baby stroking that big hard cock,” I whispered into the receiver. “It is hard, isn’t it baby? And you are stroking it, aren’t you? Are you stroking it with mommy’s dirty panties?”

“Fuck yeah,” Mark breathed. “I am so fucking hard right now. I can still taste your cunt juices on these panties mom. I wish so badly that you were here and I could taste them directly.”

I knew Mark was upping the stakes saying “fuck”, “cunt”, and talking about what he would do if I were actually there. But I didn’t care. Anne was right – there was something kind of nice about having an artificial wall of a couple of hundred miles between me and him while we both masturbated. It seemed to make us both more open to saying things to each other that we would probably never have said if we were in the same room. I didn’t scold him for his language or try and limit him in his fantasy. This wasn’t the time for modesty or maternal correction.

Instead I savored it. I plunged a finger in my pussy and pulled it out, glistening in the light coming from the bedside lamp. I put it in my mouth and noisily sucked all of my juices off of it.

“Mmmm,” I moaned. “Mommy tastes nice and clean for her big boy, and so wet, thinking about him sharing this cunt juice with her.”

Mark groaned. “God mom, did you just taste your own pussy juice off of your finger? That is so fucking hot. Do you like that?”

“Yes baby, mommy likes that. I love tasting my pussy while I imagine you tasting me off of my panties.”

“Geez,” Mark gasped. “Have you ever… you know… in real life… you know… been with another woman.”

If I had been in more control, or more rational, I would have deflected that question. I had never discussed my sexual history with Mark, or hardly anyone else. But, like I said earlier, at the moment modesty didn’t seem to fit the moment.

“Yes honey, I have. It’s been a long time, but back in college my roommate and I hooked up a few times. I loved eating her pussy and she may have been the best cunt lapper I have ever had,” I answered honestly, although feeling particularly naughty saying “cunt” (a word I rarely used) to my baby boy. Even though I couldn’t believe I was talking about eating pussy with my own son, I had to admit that it was incredibly exciting. My own pussy was practically dripping now as I cradled the phone against my shoulder so that I could play with both my pussy and my nipples at the same time. I knew that I was close to cumming.

Apparently so was my Mark. The image in his head of his own mom eating pussy must be driving him wild, I reasoned. “Oh god,” he breathed. “I’m about to cum mommy.” His breathing quickened and all that I could hear were groans on the other end of the line. I pictured him stroking his big hard cock and pushed two fingers in my cunt as I felt my own orgasm swelling inside me.

“God, yes,” I screamed as I felt virtually every muscle in my body tense. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over mommy. I want to feel your hot cum all over my pussy.” With that I came so hard, I literally almost passed out.

It took several minutes for either of us to say anything, both of us panting. Finally Mark said, “Fuck mom, that was incredible.”

“I know baby. Sweet dreams,” I smiled

The following Saturday Anne came over and we lay out by the pool for a while, then came in and made salads and enjoyed each other’s company. With the boys gone, it was nice to be able to spend time with someone in this big house, and I am sure she felt the same.

Mark and I hadn’t spoken for three days although I feel sure that he hadn’t gone without masturbating during that time since I knew that I hadn’t. Of course, Anne had asked about Mark and if we had any more phone chats since she and I had talked. I told her all about the last one and could see that she was almost as worked up as I was when I was telling her about it as we lay by the pool sipping our wine.

After dinner we each had two more glasses of wine from the bottle we had been working on all afternoon and were both feeling a bit of a buzz. We had both changed into our casual clothes and were sitting on the couch laughing about the latest episode of our favorite Sunday night soap opera, probably giggling a little more than normal, thanks to the wine.

It was about 10:00 and Annie had just said that she probably needed to get home when the phone rang. I looked down and saw that it was Mark calling. I answered quickly.

“Hey there stud.”

Anne laughed out loud and I quickly put my finger to my lips, shushing her.

“Hey beautiful, I was hoping I would catch you before you went to bed… or maybe as you were getting in bed,” he said with a little chuckle in his voice. “I am about to go meet up with some of my fraternity brothers but just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Hmmm,” I purred into the phone, “Sounds like baby wants some play time with mommy before he goes out.” I winked at Anne. She initially looked shocked, and then smiled broadly. She got up to leave, but I silently waved her to sit back down.

“You know I would mommy. My roommate is already gone and I have your panties right here with me,” he said, his voice sounding deeper and closer to the phone.

“I’m glad you called baby. Mommy had a little too much to drink tonight with Tom’s mommy. She just left so now it’s just you and me,” I lied, smiling at Anne. Her jaw had dropped a bit and she was staring at me like I was crazy, but I could also see her nipples poking through her shirt and knew that, even though she could only hear one side of the conversation, it was turning her on. I held my glass out to her and she went and filled both of our glasses, finishing the bottle. It was then, that I had an idea.

“Baby, let me go make sure all of the doors are locked and the lights are off outside so that I can completely relax with you. I’ll call you back in about two minutes. Okay?”

“Sure mom,” Mark replied. “I can’t wait.”

I hung up and looked at Anne, sitting cross legged on the couch. She let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a scream.

“Oh my god, girl. You are so naughty,” she smiled.

“Okay Annie, here is the deal,” I said breathlessly. “I’m going to let you listen in to this since I know it is a fantasy of yours too but you have to swear you won’t say a word.”

“I pinky swear,” she laughed, holding out her little finger. We both laughed and hooked pinky fingers.

I took another swig of wine and, after a few more giggles from Anne and I, I called Mark right back.

“Baby, I am going to put you on speaker tonight if that’s okay,” I said, trying to suppress a giggle with Annie. “Mommy wants to be able to use both of her hands when she talks to you. Okay?”

I pressed the speaker button on the phone just as Mark said “Sure.”

I settled back onto the couch, my feet on the coffee table and the phone resting on the arm of the sofa. “Do you still have mommy’s panties there with you baby?” I asked, looking at Annie, winking.

“Mmmm, yes,” Mark replied. “They’re already wrapped around my hard cock mom. I wish you could see it.”

“God, I know,” I said, momentarily forgetting that Anne was sitting next to me taking a large gulp of her wine. “Maybe Annie and I had too much wine tonight, but that really sounds good right now baby.”

“Do you think Tom and his mom have conversations like we do mom?” Mark asked.

I looked at Anne and smiled. “I’m not sure. She’s never said anything, but of course, I’ve never told her about us either,” I lied as I shushed Anne from giggling out loud. “Has he ever said anything to you?”

“No. Not exactly. But I know that he likes to play with her panties too. I mean like I like to play with yours.”

“Oh, really? And how do you know this?” I asked, looking at Anne, who was staring at the phone waiting to hear the answer as well.

“You know. We talk,” he laughed. “He told me that he jerks off with her panties like I do with yours, except that he has to take them from the hamper,” he added being careful not to confess to his own pilfering. “I think he loves the smell and the taste, almost as much as I do.”

I looked at Anne and she wasn’t smiling now. She had a kind of glazed-over look and was slowly sinking back against the other arm of the sofa, extending her legs out to put her feet on the coffee table like me. I began to run my hands over my tits, and down to my pussy. I didn’t care that my best friend was watching me. In fact, it turned me on to share this with her, knowing that she was getting turned on too. I decided to take it up a notch.

“Do you think he wants to fuck her?” I asked, looking directly at Anne as I said it. Instead of being shocked, she laid her head back and with her free hand started slowly down her chest, running her hand over her tits as well.

“I know he does,” Mark said.

“And what about you baby?” I asked. “Are you okay with just jerking off with mommy’s panties? Or do you want to fuck me too?”

“Yes mommy,” Mark breathed raggedly into the phone. “I want to fuck you, too.”

Annie had her head back and her eyes closed. She had put her wine down so that she could use both of her hands to touch herself while she listened to Mark talk about fucking me and Tom fucking her. I closed my eyes and pictured both of these young studs standing in front of us with their hard cocks out and my hands ran all over my body. Up to that point I was content to keep my clothes on and carry out the fantasy with Mark while Anne and I listened to him jerk off. But this image was too powerful. I sat up and took off my shirt and bra and began pulling on my nipples. I looked at Anne and she was too caught up in her own world to notice.

“You’re stroking that hard cock now aren’t you baby? Stroking it with mommy’s panties. Imagining that you are fucking me aren’t you?” I moaned, one my hands now moving from my rock hard nipple to the crotch of my shorts. I began to rub it in earnest.

I glanced over at Anne to make sure she was still in her own world. Instead, I could see her peeking at me through half closed eyes, watching me play with my tits in the open and with my pussy through my shorts.

“God, yes,” my son groaned. “I wish that I was fucking you. And right next to us was Tom and his mom, fucking too.”

At this Anne let out a louder groan and I quickly looked over to see her jam her hand down her shorts. I knew it was loud enough that Mark must have heard it and I froze, fearing that he knew someone else was in the room with me.

“You like that idea, huh?” Mark grunted into the phone, apparently believing he had heard me instead of someone else. I looked at Anne and she was lost in her own world with her hand deep inside her shorts and the other hand caressing her tits through her shirt.

“Yes baby, I love the idea of you and me fucking next to Tom and Annie,” I replied, letting him believe that it was me he had heard let out the audible groan. The combination of this mental image along with the actual image of Anne obviously fingering her pussy sitting right next to me was a powerful aphrodisiac. I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down to my ankles. I glanced at Annie and she didn’t notice.

“I bet you would love to see Tom’s dick,” my son said. “Or maybe it’s his mom’s pussy that you would like looking at?”

I froze for a second. I had never told Annie about my college experimentations and wasn’t sure how she might respond. Her eyes opened and she looked straight at me. I was naked except for the thong that I was wearing, one hand pulling on a nipple, the other hand inside the front of my thong, with a finger obviously inside my cunt.

“Would you like that mom?” he asked. “Would you like to see her pussy? I bet it tastes so good. Like your roommate in college.”

All I could do was moan at his description. But Anne decided to take action. She unsnapped her shorts and quickly pushed them and her panties down over her ankles. She leaned back against the arm of the sofa and spread her legs so that I was staring directly at her obviously wet pussy. She lifted her shirt and bra in one motion and tugged at her nipple while putting a finger from her other hand deep in her pussy.

I gathered myself enough to say “Oh baby, I know it would taste wonderful. She has a beautiful pussy. And I am sure it would be sooo wet with Tom’s hard cock going in and out of it.”

I tried to take my eyes off her finger going in and out but couldn’t. She was looking directly into my eyes, watching me watching her get herself off.

“Shit mom, I’m about to cum,” my son gasped.

“Me too baby. Cum for mommy.”

With that, both Anne and I closed our eyes and frigged ourselves to an incredible climax. I could hear Mark grunting on the other end of the line, muffling the sounds both Annie and I were making.

When we all returned to some level of normalcy I told him that I loved him and that we would talk again soon.

As I hung up, Annie, still lightly stroking her pussy and staring at me pushed her finger in her sopping pussy and pulled it out, glistening with her juices. She inspected it for a second and then put it in her mouth, sucking off all of the juices. I was just watching her, my hands still lightly stroking my breasts and pussy as well. Involuntarily, I licked my lips at the sight of her tasting her own pussy juices.

Parent Post: Linda’s discovery – part 1

• Linda's discovery - part 1b
• Linda's discovery - part 2a
• Linda's discovery - part 2b
• Linda's discovery - part 3a
• Linda's discovery - part 3b