Chapter 1 I couldn't help but notice, as I reached out to shut off the alarm, just how light the room seemed for ten o'clock at night. I work the night shift, and it was time for me to get up and get ready to go to work. As I slipped out of bed, I glanced out the window, and I could see a heavy blanket of snow covering the ground. As I stood looking out at it, my thoughts immediately went to my wife, Sharon. She had left me a note on the table that morning, stating that she was going Christmas shopping, with our oldest son, Dave, and his wife, Jane. She went on to say, she doubted that they would be home by the time I left for work. As usual, she had prepared something for my lunch, and had it in the refrigerator. But as I stood looking at the snow, I began to worry, because they had gone to another city to shop. A city in a neighboring state that was sixty miles away. The snow was causing me some great concern. My concern turned to a sigh of relief, as I saw headlights turn into our driveway. They were home. My wife, Sharon, is forty four years old, and she's a beautiful brunette, with shoulder length wavy hair, that frames her face like an angel. Her body is that of one ten years or more younger, than her forty four years. She draws stares from other men, and a few women, every where we go. That includes church, where numerous times I have sat back and watched the leering glances she is given, by young men as well as older men, as she strolls into church. There is no doubt what they are thinking. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and each one is thinking, how thrilling it would be, to slowly push her succulent thighs apart, and send their cocks deep into the warm, wet, sucking mouth of her belly. Feeling the wet ring of her hole, drawing them deeper and deeper into her. Sharon is a vision of erotic sexuality, and she's completely devoted to me, her family, and to our marriage. Or so I thought at that moment in time. As the car pulls to the back of the driveway, it comes to a stop just below our bedroom window. It is so bright out with all the snow, that I can see into the car, almost as if it were daylight. I expected to see three people, but I could only see two,...my wife, and my son. They were sitting together in the front seat, and as Dave turned off the lights, his mother turned to him, and they appeared to be discussing something very animatedly. I couldn't see my son's head, just from the shoulders down, and he was using his hands to make his point. My wife was shaking her head, and once turned her face to the window, and glanced up at the bedroom window. I knew she couldn't see me, so I figured she was checking to see if the bedroom light was on. When she turned back to him, he was still saying whatever it was they were discussing, and then, she turned to the door and started to open it. I saw his right hand reach across and grasp her left wrist, stopping her. As she turned to say something to him, his head came into view, and I saw him kiss her, on the mouth. It was just a few seconds, and as she pulled away, her hand came up to slap at him, but he caught it, and he quickly kissed her again, much more forcefully. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing, yet, I felt my cock twitch in my shorts. The kiss continued, and I saw Sharon's head gradually forced back against the seat,...and her right hand come up and clasp the back of our son's head. She was returning his kiss,...her mouth going slack, as she opened it, and gave him her tongue. I let my fingers slip into my shorts, and I grasped my cock and pulled on it. It was throbbing with desire. Sharon's head was now moving side to side, as she worked her mouth against our son's. I could actually see her sucking his,...and I could see him open her coat. About that time, she managed to pull away, and she shoved him back, and I could see her struggling for the door handle again. This time, it opened and the light inside came on. I could see her dress up about her hips, and I had a pretty good idea he had been fondling her pussy. My hand stroked harder on my cock. I was turned on to the thought of what was happening just below me in the car. My son quickly open his door as well, and as he got out, he glanced up to our bedroom,...then proceeded to the back of the car, where he took the packages my wife had purchased, and he headed for the front porch. My wife followed quickly along behind him, slipping and sliding in the wet snow. I quickly returned to my bed, as I heard them stomping snow off their feet, on the front porch. A few seconds later, the front door opened and I could hear them talking softly. "Just put the packages there by the stairway, honey. I'll take them up later." Sharon said, and I heard him set them down. "I'll run up and see if your father's awake yet. he should be getting up soon." and I heard her coming up the stairs. I heard the bedroom door open softly, and Sharon came inside. "Dave?...Honey, are you awake?" she called to me softly. I jerked like I was just coming awake, and she came to the bed. I could see she was wearing a black dress, with a gold chain around her waist. It was one of my favorite outfits. It ended about three inches above her knees, and it accentuated the shapely dancers legs she possessed, the fullness of her hips and the gentle curve of her belly. "Yeah, I'm awake." I sigh, and I yawned. "I've just been lying here, dreading to go in to work. I'm gonna lie here a little longer." I tell her, she leans down and kisses me. The same lips that were moments ago locked onto our son's mouth. The thought excites me. "I'll let you rest awhile. We just got home. It's miserable outside. I thought we'd never get back here." she said, as she drew her dress up and removed her panty hose. "Davy's down stairs. Jane got sick, and we had to drop her off at their house first. He brought me home." She went to the mirror, and she checked her hair, then came back to the bed. "Go on and sleep awhile. I'll wake you in about thirty minutes, okay?" and she kissed me once again. "Okay,...shut the door as you leave will you." I moan softly and turn onto my side. She leaves and gently pulls the door shut behind. I wait a few seconds, and then I throw the covers back and I slip out of bed, and ease my way over to the door. I have to see what’s going on, _I HAVE to_! As I ease the door open, I see the light on in the bathroom across the hall from our room, and I see Sharon standing in front of the mirror, applying fresh lipstick. She studies her reflection in the mirror, and I can almost see her arguing with herself. Patting her hair in place once more, she turns to leave and stops, her eyes getting big. "What are you doing up here?" she whispers, "Your dad could hear you. I'm coming down, okay?" she says, reaching to flip out the light. "I had to come up." He whispers back. "Mom,...do something for me." he asks...coming closer to the bathroom door. "What?" Her eyes widen, wondering what he had in mind. "David I wish you'd go on back down stairs. If your dad hears us..." she was saying... "Take off your panties,...please?" he asks, and she stops in mid sentence, staring at him with a stunned look on her face. "ABSOLUTELY NOT..." she replies, her face growing crimson with embarrassment. "David you know I'm not going..." but he cut her off. "Mom, I could tell you want to,...as bad as I do." he said, moving to the doorway. "Please,...and I'll go back downstairs. I promise..." "Honey, I can't... WE can't.!" she was protesting. "Why would you even think that I would do such a thing? You're...you're my son...! It would be..." "I know what it would be." he said." And I also know how you kissed me back, in the car." He was moving now to the door and was between his mother and me, blocking my line of sight. I could see Sharon,...leaning against cabinets in the bathroom. "Alright, but you have to go back down stairs, NOW." she said, giving in. He started to reach for her, but she stepped further into the bathroom, away from him. "No... go on... and I will..." she said. With that, he turned, looking back at her once more, then headed back downstairs. I could see my wife leaning against the cabinets, and I could see her fighting within herself. Finally, after turning to gaze at herself in the mirror, she pushes the door slightly closed, but not enough to prevent me from watching, as she drew her dress up to her waist, and hooked her thumbs in her panties, and shoved them down, stepping out of them. My wife has a thick, black, hairy bush, and I could see the jungle between her legs, as she reached down and picked up her panties, then wiped herself between the legs. She turned and she dropped them into the hamper, then with a deep sigh, she flipped out the light, and headed back down stairs. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, I couldn't help but think she could hear it. I didn't know how long I should wait, but I was very eager, and impatient to see what was going to happen downstairs. I finally eased the door open, and made my way to the darkened stairway. There was complete silence... I could hear nothing. I thought they must have gone back to the family room, and I made my way to the landing. It was then that I heard it. A soft tap, tap, tap,...or so it sounded like at first. As I looked in the reflection of the window at the landing... I could see around the corner of the stairway... and I saw it. They hadn't made it even out of the living room. I could see my son's ass... rising and falling between his mother's up raised knees... and I could see her feet, planted firmly on the floor, and wide apart as she shoved her hips up at him. They were fucking each other right there on the living room floor. The tap, tap, tap, I had heard, was their bellies, slapping together as they fucked. Her dress was bunched around her waist, and I could see from my angle, the slick, thick column of my sons hard cock, as it slipped in and out of her belly. Her thick black forest of hair tickling his cock as she sucked it into her pussy. Her hands clawed at his naked ass, as he fucked her, and I could hear her panting, as she urged him on. "OhHHHH GOD !...Dear GOD... YES!!!!...OHHHH Honey...you feel SOOOOO good!" she was almost sobbing. "HURRY,...oh please...HURRY!" she squirmed beneath him, shoving upwards to meet his every thrust. "AAArrrgghhhhh,...OHHHHHH MOTHER !..." He growled, as he fucked into her. "I've dreamed of this... longer than you'll ever know!" he plunged harder into her, and she groaned with desire... "I've wanted to fuck you for years,..." He went on. "Oh, GOD forgive me,...I think I've known!" she sobbed softly, her hips urging him deeper and deeper. "I just couldn't...admit it to myself." she confessed. "This is wrong,...so wrong!...YET,...OHHHHHH It's beautiful...! Fuck me, darling...FUCK ME,...fast and HARD!" My hand was flying back and forth on my cock, as I watched my wife and son, fucking away right before my very eyes... My beautiful, preacher's daughter wife,...and our married son,...committing INCEST, right in our own home. Her hairy pussy sucked at his cock wetly, as it plunged in and out of her,...and I could tell both were about ready to shoot. "Mom... I gotta,...I can't hold off...any longer !...OHHHHHHHHHHHH...I'm gonna shoot!" he gasped loudly. Sharon's hips picked up speed, and her hands clutched his ass tighter and tighter. " I gotta pull out,...I'm about...there..." he grunted. He raised his upper body, and he began to pound into her,...their bellies now slapping loudly against each other. "NO ! NO..." she cried out softly. "Don't pull out ! I want to feel it in me!...I want to feel you explode inside me !...Come in me, son !...Shoot it deep into me.!..." she begged me, and Davy's hips lunged forward, as his ass cheeks dimpled, and I could almost sense his seed, exploding into his mother's hunching belly. As he collapsed on top of her, they kissed. His mouth working feverishly against hers. I saw Sharon's legs tighten around his hips, and she was cumming too. It was a beautiful, erotic sight,...and I let loose and shot my own cum into my hand, as I let it sink in. I had just watched my wife, and son, commit incest. I could hardly breathe, as I watched the two incestuous lovers lying coupled together on the living room floor. They were completely unaware of what was going on around them, that's how caught up they were with each other. Suddenly the phone rang in the kitchen, and Sharon lurched, shoving upward with her arms, trying to disengage Davy from her pussy. "Oh Lord, hurry and get that before it wakes your father." she whispered, as Davy got to his feet, trousers around his ankles. I could see his cock, glistening with the juices of his mother's pussy,...still very stiff and throbbing, as it swayed from his belly. He headed for the kitchen, and I looked at my wife, lying spread on the floor. Her thick, black bush was wet with his milky cum... and she slipped her hand downward, slowly working his cum into the hair on her bush, and into the flesh of her thighs. The excess, she drew to her lips, and licked it from her fingers. My cock refused to go down. I was so turned on. I could hear Dave in the kitchen. It was obviously Jane, his wife. "In just a few minutes, why?" he was saying." Jane, where can I find some at THIS hour. Everything will be closed." he was protesting. "Well, I can check I guess. I'll check and see if mom's got some first. I should be leaving in a few minutes. It's time for dad to be getting up for work. What?...Just drinking some hot chocolate, with mom. Okay,...if you're asleep when I get there I'll just crash on the couch. I love you too. Bye." As he hung up the phone, Sharon was on her feet, and smoothing down her dress. She looked at him as he came back in. His trousers were in place, and he was back to normal. "That was Jane?" she asked, brushing some fibers off his clothes as he came to her. "Yeah, she wants me to pick her up some Paregoric on my way home. She just took the last of ours." he said, touching her waist. She put her hands on his, and she held them from going any further. "Honey, I'm out myself. I don't have any." she said softly. "I'm sorry." "It's okay. I'll stop somewhere on the way home and get her some." he said. "How soon will dad be leaving for work?" Sharon glanced at the wall clock. "I should be getting him up right now. He'll leave in about twenty minutes, why?" she looked at him. "I'll go on and get her stuff for her." Then he looked at his mother. "Can I come back by? After dad's gone?" he asked. Sharon's face reddened, as she looked up at him. "What about Jane? Isn't she expecting you home soon?" she asked. "Not really. She said she was going on to bed. She just wanted me to pick her up some medicine." They looked at each other for a long time. "We really DO need to talk about this... what happened here tonight!" she said finally. "I think we need to make sure of where this is going to lead." Her eyes searched his face for something, but he just looked at her. "I KNOW where I want it to go." He replied, pulling her close again. "Thing is,...do YOU?" and he kissed her, before she could pull away again. When she did,...she glanced towards the stairs, then back at him. "All right... if you think Jane won't get suspicious. You can come back. But... put your car in the garage... and I'll leave the back door unlocked... okay?" Her eyes drank him in, knowing what she was committing herself too, by letting him come back. "Okay!...You turn the porch light on, if dad's gone, so I'll know. It should take me maybe twenty, thirty minutes." he said, and swept her into his arms again. I turned and quietly made my way back to the bedroom, still numb, yet excited, by what I had just witnessed. A few minutes later, I heard the front door open and close, and I watched from my bedroom window, as my son came around and got into his car. Backing out of the drive way, I watched him head up the street, and I wished there was SOME way I could get out of going in to work that night. My mind was already thinking in that direction, as Sharon opened the door to wake me, and saw me already getting dressed. "Oh,...you're up." she smiled, not a hint of what she'd just done on her beautiful face. I envied my son what he'd just experienced, as I looked at her. I smiled, not wanting her to sense my awareness. "Coffee ready, babe? I gotta get out of here and get to work." I said, as I slipped into my clothes "I'll have you a cup, and your thermos ready, when you get down stairs. It'll probably take you longer to get there tonight, it's so slick out there." she said. "See you down stairs, honey." and she turned and left. I watched her magnificent ass jiggle beneath her dress, as she went to the stairs. Free from the restrictions of her panties, it was a beautiful sight to behold.
