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All characters in this story are aged eighteen and above. This story involves incest between family members. If reading something of that nature isn’t for you, then by all means, move on to another story. Everything in this tale is written by me, and I wish everyone well.

Peace, Love, and Harmony to all who read this,

Mr_Brady 🙂

A Late Night Visit

He’d heard his mother talking on the phone before, but in this instance, it seemed different. It wasn’t like he’d never heard her whispering, but it was if she was doing it in a preventive way. Evidently she wasn’t wanting him to be able to know anything of what the conversation with his buddy’s mom was about.

“I guess we can’t talk much about it right now Rita, Malcolm’s here. And I can tell he’s listening to what I’m saying.”

Wow, he thought, did she just say what he thought she did? He wondered what it was his mom was trying to hide from him?

“Malcolm honey, do you mind going to another room in the house? I’m trying to carry on a conversation with Rita.”

He knew there were three choices he could make. One, was to give her a hard time about having to do as she’d asked. Two, was to do what she asked, but listen in anyway as best he could. And three, was to do exactly as she asked him to do. He chose number two.

“Sure mom, I’ll just go to my bedroom for awhile so you can do your thing with Mrs. Forsyth.”

“Thank you honey. Mommy appreciates it.”

He’d always hated when she referred to herself in the third person when she spoke to him. But, when he would masturbate, he always fantasized that she would call herself ‘mommy’ while he thought about fucking his mother.

‘Here honey, let mommy get you naked so I can suck your beastly cock.’ Or, ‘Mommy has been so fucking horny baby, so I need you to fuck me in the ass.’

Those were the times when he loved thinking about her calling herself that. His mother, Ruth Caldridge had been a no nonsense type of person his whole life. From what he knew about his parents, Charles and Ruth, it was that she was much more assertive than his father Charles was. His dad was the kind of guy who just did what he had to do to ‘stay below the radar’ and get along with as many people as he could. With how he knew his father was, it was if his dad’s motto was “Live as peacefully with others as you can, so few people as possible will want to fuck up your life.”

Now, when it came to his mom, he wanted to believe her motto was “Fuck with me, and you will die.”

For all of the nineteen years of his life he didn’t think he had ever met anyone who could be more intimidating, ruthless, or selfish as his own mother. But, holy hell, the other thing he knew was she was one sweet hot looking babe. For a thirty-nine year old woman who took rather good care of herself physically, she looked to be no older than being in her late twenty’s.

The same thing unfortunately couldn’t be said about his dad. For a guy who was roughly forty years old, and didn’t take care of himself, he looked to be in his early fifty’s.

But his problem right at that moment was to try and figure out exactly what the hell his mother and her friend, his buddy’s mother were talking about. So slinking as silently as he knew how, back as close to the kitchen as he could, was his goal. As he could hear his mom plainly now, it looked as if he had the luck he was hoping for in not being detected.

“Are you fucking kidding me Rita, you were dressed how? With Howard? And he didn’t seem to mind?”

Hearing her say that really piqued Malcolm’s curiosity. It was something going on with his buddy Howie. As he thought about it, he hadn’t heard hide nor hair from him in a couple of days. So he thought as soon as he could, he should give his friend a call.

“Oh this is sounding so risqué Rita. But aren’t you concerned that Howard will tell others about it? He promised you he wouldn’t? And you believe him? A nineteen year old boy, you believe him? Okay, I’m not calling your Howard a liar, I’m just hoping for your sake that he keeps his promise. That’s all.”

Malcolm wondered what promise was Howie supposed to keep with his mother? But it was when he heard his mom speak next, the mystery was pretty much solved.

“Rita, you’re telling me that you finally succumbed to the temptation, and so you went into Howard’s room last night while you thought he was asleep, and you sucked his cock? Are you out of your fucking mind woman? Yes, I know you’ve had it rough since Ted died, nobody can doubt that. But, but, yes…I know three years without sex is a long time. But, I’ve tried to get you to date. Shit, I’ve even tried to set you up with some single guys that I knew. Okay, yeah, most of them had tried to get me in bed. Okay, you’re right I did give in to temptation myself with a few of them. But hey, that one guy…Bill, yeah his name was Bill. Wow, that guy could fuck like a champ. That’s why I knew he’d be just right for you.”

Holy Living Fucking Hell!! Did he just hear his mom kadirli escort confess that she’d gone out on his dad? That news was HUGE!!

“No Rita, I don’t think that’s in the cards for me. Yeah, I know what I’ve told you, Charles is a total wimp when it comes to taking care of me in bed. He puts his cock in me, and wham, two minutes later he shoots his load, and we’re done until next week.”

Well, when he heard her say that, it didn’t really surprise him. He didn’t take his dad for any kind of hero in the bedroom, and what he just heard from his mom, that really confirmed his suspicions.

“Like I said, I don’t think that’s something I want to try. Why? You’re really asking me why? Oh I don’t know…maybe because he’s my son, that’s fucking why!!

Wait, what?? Is she talking about me? He thought.

“I don’t even think Malcolm is interested in me Rita. I can’t believe you would do that. You’re really going to ask your son, to tell you if my son ever talks about if he wants to fuck me??”

C’mon, would Howie give up all my secrets to his mom, just because he got some tail from her?

“Now I know you’re out of your fucking mind Rita. Okay, I get it. You’re just trying to help me like I tried to help you when I set you up on those blind dates.” Oh, now that’s a laugh, you think my boy is interested in me too?”

“And as far as you asking Howard your question…don’t you remember when we were teenagers not that long ago? Our parents would ask us to reveal something that might give away a secret about a friend, and we wouldn’t tell them jack-shit about it. That’s what’s going to happen now too Rita. What’s that? I don’t even want to go there. No, I’m not going to tell you if I’m attracted to Malcolm. Jesus Christ Rita, he’s my son!!”

As he sat as silently and still as he knew how, listening in on this very engrossing conversation, Malcolm realized that his penis wasn’t growing, but had already become an erection that he only noticed right then. And it was massively huge!!

“So, you’re going to bring that up with me now? I can’t help what I say when I’ve had some booze in me Rita. Well, I didn’t mean it like you think. Just because I said I’d suck his cock and let him fuck my ass, didn’t mean I was really serious. Rita…I was drunk, I didn’t mean it. Besides, if you remember, I told you years ago I’ve never allowed any man to perform sodomy on me. And that still holds true today. Even Charles doesn’t get that. And don’t think he’s tried. I don’t care how good looking the guy is, nobody’s fucking this girl’s ass.

“Yes, it isn’t any kind of a secret, Malcolm is very handsome for his age. What’s that? You’re saying he gets his good looks from me? How can I disagree with that, when I know it’s true?”

Malcolm always thought the same thing. Not that he viewed himself as being handsome or anything like that. But as far as his looks went, he didn’t think he took much after his dad. In fact, most people would tell him that he reminded them of his mother. But then they’d tell him they weren’t trying to offend him, it was just as if he was a handsome and masculine version of his very beautiful mother.

“I guess I should ask you what else you did with Howard? I mean was it just that you sucked his cock and then you went back to your bed, or what? Oh…he did huh? And you liked that too? He ate your pussy? How many times? And then he fucked you how many times? Holy fuck girl, what are you feeding that guy? Well, if a man cums three times in a night I guess somebody’s doing something right.”

Oh yeah, my buddy Howie sounds like he was a fucking superstar with his mom. Wow, three whole times he came. In one night!! That’s fucking awesome!!

“Now Rita, don’t start bragging. Can I help it if my Charles can only seem to cum three times a week? Yeah, okay, can you tell when I’m using my sarcasm voice Rita? Cause I’m going to use it right now…’Sure that’s a good idea, I’m going to go ask Malcolm how many times he thinks he could cum for me in one night.'”

“Y’know what Rita, I’m going to have to get off this phone. It’s getting close to seven-thirty and that’s when Charles said he’s going to call me from Pittsburgh. He’s going to be there for the rest of the week, and he likes to check in and find out how Malcolm and I are doing. Okay, yes. Yes I know, I’m not going to tell anyone what you’ve told me. Shit, if the wrong people found out about what you’ve done, they’d probably be hauling your ass off to jail or something worse than that. Yeah, I know, you’re one crazy bitch. Yep, I love you too. Goodnight.”

Malcolm then realized that with his mom off the phone, she might walk into the same room where he was. So with the best of his ability, as quietly as he could, he slipped back to his room.

Once he got there, he thought about calling his buddy Howie, but then changed his mind. He thought ‘maybe I should text him’? That way he wouldn’t have to worry about being overheard by his mother.

Malcolm – kadıköy escort “Hey, what’s going on? I haven’t heard from you in a couple of days.”

Howie – “Hey dude, yeah I’ve been keeping kind of low. It’s been kind of a weird time for me.”

M – “Yeah, I can imagine. I just overheard my mom and your mom talking on the phone. And it sounds like something happened between your mom and you. Is there anything to that?”

H – “What do you mean Mal?”

M – “C’mon Howie, you can tell me. Did you fuck your mom? I won’t tell anybody. You know you can trust me H.”

H – “She made me promise I wouldn’t tell anyone. Especially you Mal.”

M – “That doesn’t even make any fucking sense. But tell me, how was it?”

H – “Oh wow Mal, it really was pretty nice. Mom knows how to suck cock.

M – “Shit, that makes me hard just thinking about that. We always thought your mom was a babe. And knowing that she did that to you…that’s just crazy. But don’t hate me for asking, did she swallow?

H – “Every fucking drop!! And that ain’t all we did together. She let me get it wet too. Front and Back, if you know what I mean?”

M – “Shit, that’s so cool. Do you think you’re going to get it again anytime soon?”

H – “Mal…we’re getting ready to do it right now. I told her I’m checking out a website for sexual positions, so, I gotta go.”

M -“Holy fuck H, you’re one lucky motherfucker!!”

H -“YEP!! 🙂

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Malcolm decided the best thing he could do to not arouse suspicion from his mom about what he overheard was to leave his room and go back to join her. He wasn’t sure right now where she was in the house, but he figured it was either the kitchen or the living room.

Once he’d left his room he could hear the TV, so he figured she was probably in the living room. That’s where he found his mom, she had changed out of her daytime clothes and had put on her pajamas. Except they weren’t regular pajamas. He always thought when she wore them, that they fit her kind of tight and showed off her very feminine figure. And he didn’t mind the fact that the PJ top was kind of low-cut up front and revealed a lot of his mother’s breast cleavage. Which was something he always enjoyed looking at, anytime, day or night.

“Hey, you ready for bed already?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting on your dad to call. But he said it’d be around seven-thirty, but it’s past that now.”

“Aww don’t worry mom, he’ll call. Hey, what was up with Howie’s mom? You guys got some secret thing going on between you now?”

“Huh!!? What does that mean!!?”

“Take it easy mom, I’m just joking. You don’t have to get upset or anything. And what’s with the drink? You don’t usually get into the liquor cabinet on a weeknight. Was there something Mrs. Forsyth told you that was troubling for you?”

That’s when Malcolm’s mother just stopped what she was doing and began staring at her son. She didn’t say a word, but only gave a soft stare to her only child. And he could tell that there were wheels turning in her head.

“Mom, are you okay? Mom?…MOM!!”

Finally, after a couple of seconds, she stepped out of her lethargy and fastened her eyes on him, drawing one side of her mouth into an almost wicked looking smile.

“When’s the last time mommy’s told you how handsome you are Mal?”

“Gee mom, I guess it’s been awhile. Let me ask you, how many drinks have you had so far tonight?”

He knew he wanted to return the flattery, but because of him listening in, a little while ago on his mom, he just thought he’d better not do it. So he decided it would be better to ask her how much she’d had to imbibe instead.

“This is my second honey. Mommy’s just got a lot on her mind tonight.”

‘I bet you do’ Malcolm thought. With what he knew the conversation with Howie’s mom was all about, he wondered if his mom was thinking about telling someone what had happened with Mrs. Forsyth and Howie. But why would she do that? He’d never took his mother to be a snitch about anyone. But, this was big. He knew it wasn’t everyday that a mother decides to have sex with her son, like what happened with Howie and his mom.

Just then her phone rang, and as he thought, it was his dad calling her.

They talked for about five minutes and then she hung up with him.

“Your dad says to tell you ‘hello.'”

“Tell him the next time you talk to him ‘hello’ from me.”

Malcolm’s mother then asked him a question that left him totally surprised.

“Honey, do you think I’m pretty?”

In all his life he couldn’t remember his mother ever asking him something like that. Or any other female asking him that for that matter.

“Mom, what makes you ask me that kind of question?”

“Does it make you uncomfortable to answer me Malcolm?”

“Of course not. It’s just that this question seemed to come somewhere out of left field from you. That’s all.”

“Then kağıthane escort are you going to answer me?”

Malcolm wondered if it wasn’t the liquor asking the question rather than his own mother?

“Sure, I’ll answer you. But do you mind telling me why you asked it?”

“I guess I really need to ask a more specific question. Are you attracted to me?”

“MOM???“

“Okay, maybe I should ask it this way. If I wasn’t your mother…and I was a little younger…and you were maybe a little older, and not my son…would you want to go out with me?”

Malcolm thought to himself ‘why doesn’t she just ask me if I’d want to take her to bed’?

“Hey mom, what’s bringing all this on? You’re not having an early mid-life crises are you?”

“You’re not answering my question son. Would you find me attractive, and ask me out, like on a date?”

As nervous as this query of hers made him, he decided to answer her straight up. After all, ‘what harm could it really do’? He wondered to himself.

“Look mom, I know it’s important to be honest with people. If I’ve learned anything from you, it’s how to be truthful, even sometimes to the point of maybe bursting somebody’s bubble. But I can’t help to tell you, I think you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever known.”

After those words came out of his mouth, Malcolm immediately thought he might be feeding his mom’s enormous ego. But that opinion changed as soon as he saw the effect his words had on his mom. She started crying, almost to the point of wailing.

“Son, that’s so sweet of you to tell me that.”

“Hey, I just wanted to answer your question. That’s all.”

Malcolm was still somewhat concerned that his mom might still end up letting his compliment go to her head. ‘But at least I’ve not lied to her’ he thought to himself.

“Your dad doesn’t even give me compliments like that anymore. All he seems to think about is his job and golf scores, and the…fucking stock market.”

Malcolm looked up at his mom in shock once he heard her speak disparagingly of anything financial. After all, it was because of his dad’s good business sense that they were as well off as they were. And of course, it was his father’s shrewd investing in the stock market which would most likely fund his own endeavors into the foreseeable future.

“Hey mom, at least we know that dad has helped us big time in having all we need. Yeah, he’s messed and mucked things up from time to time, but I’m thankful for how well we’re doing in the market these days.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m just angry because I’m frustrated.”

“Frustrated how mom?”

“Uh, I don’t want to talk about it. At least I can’t…with you anyway.”

“What, do I have hypothetical cooties, or something like that?”

“It’s not something that a mother talks to her son about. That’s all.”

“Oh…you’re referring to s-e-x aren’t you? I can pretty much tell all the signs mom.”

Telling that to his mom made him wonder to himself if he shouldn’t just go ahead and tell her he had eavesdropped on her and Mrs. Forsyth?

“This doesn’t have anything to do with what you were talking to Howie’s mom about, does it?”

Because she was still under the influence of the booze she had drank, his mother didn’t quite know how to best answer Malcolm’s question without giving anything away.

“Mom, I’m just going to go ahead and tell you, I know what you and Rita were talking about on the phone. I guess we just need to go ahead and get this shit out into the open.”

At first Ruth tried to hide what she knew from from her son. But after seeing the resolve on his face, she knew it was pointless to try and do that.

“Is that crazy or what honey? I guess it was Howie that spilled the beans to you huh?”

Malcolm was left with a decision to make. Yeah, he could just put it all on his friend and tell his mom that Howie told him everything. Or he could be a man and admit that he sat and basically listened to the whole conversation. Even though he heard it in one-sided form. He knew that liars are actually cowards, so he told her the whole truth.

“Let me get this straight. Once you told me you were going to go to your room, you actually came and sat down in the next room and listened to every fucking word that I said to Rita!!”

“That’s pretty much it mom, I’ve got to tell you the truth.”

“Well you slimy fucki-…son of a bitch Malcolm!! That was a rotten thing you did!! I trusted you to do what you said you would. FUCK!! And you heard everything I told her???”

“I’m sorry mom, I know I should’ve just gone to my room like I said I would. But with the way you were whispering…I just had to know what the hell was going on with you two, and what you were talking about. Hey it’s almost as much your fault as it is mine. You shouldn’t have tried to make as much out of it as you did.”

Malcolm could read the huge disappointment written all over his mother’s beautiful face. He tried to make amends as best he could. But he knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Especially with the fact of what his mom knew he heard her say, concerning her relationship with her own son.

Ruth gave away the fact of how frustrated she was by going back to the liquor cabinet and pouring herself a third shot of the whiskey she was drinking.

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