Warning: This story contains explicit adult themes, graphic sexual content, and incestuous scenarios. All characters are 18+ and consenting. This is a fictional narrative intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.
The sun hung low over the suburban sprawl, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawn of the Harper household. Inside, the air was thick with tension. Raised voices echoed from the kitchen, where Lisa Harper, a curvaceous woman of 38, stood with her arms crossed, her chestnut hair tumbling in loose waves over her shoulders. Her emerald eyes flashed with fury as she faced her husband, Greg, whose face was red from shouting. Their son, Ethan, 19, leaned against the living room doorway, his jaw tight, listening to the same old fight.
“You never listen, Greg!” Lisa snapped, her voice sharp. “I’m done with this!”
“Then leave!” Greg bellowed, slamming his fist on the counter. “Take your whining somewhere else!”
Ethan’s stomach twisted. He hated seeing his mum like this—hurt, angry, trapped. She deserved better. He stepped forward, his tall frame filling the doorway. “Mum,” he said softly, “let’s get out of here. Just you and me. A camping trip. Forget him for a bit.”
Lisa turned, her expression softening at the sight of her son. Ethan had his father’s strong jaw but her kind eyes, and in that moment, she saw a lifeline. “Camping?” she said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “God, I haven’t done that in years.”
“Yeah,” Ethan said, his voice warm. “Just us, the woods, some fresh air. It’ll be good.”
Greg scoffed, but Lisa ignored him. “Alright, love,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let’s do it.”
The next morning, Lisa was a whirlwind of energy, packing the car with a sense of purpose. Ethan watched her from the driveway, noting how her tight denim shorts hugged her full hips, the frayed edges brushing her tanned thighs. Her white tank top clung to her curves, the thin straps revealing the delicate lace of her bra beneath. She bent over to shove a cooler into the boot, and Ethan caught himself staring at the way her breasts strained against the fabric, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her cleavage. He shook his head, guilty, and focused on loading the tent.
Lisa had packed enough alcohol to stock a pub—bottles of wine, vodka, and a case of lager clinked in the cooler. “We’re not messing about, are we?” Ethan teased, lifting an eyebrow.
She laughed, a throaty sound that made his chest tighten. “If we’re escaping, we’re doing it properly,” she said, winking. Her perfume—something floral and warm—lingered as she brushed past him to grab another bag.
The drive to the forest was quiet, the hum of the radio filling the space between them. Lisa’s fingers tapped the steering wheel, her silver bangles jingling. She wore her hair in a loose ponytail now, a few strands escaping to frame her face. Ethan stole glances at her, noting the way her lips parted slightly when she hummed along to a song, her glossy lipstick catching the sunlight. She looked younger out here, freer.
They arrived at a secluded clearing deep in the woods, where the air smelled of pine and earth. The lake nearby shimmered under the afternoon sun, its surface rippling gently. Ethan set up the tent while Lisa unpacked the cooler, her movements graceful despite the heat. She’d swapped her trainers for flip-flops, her painted toes sinking into the soft grass. Her shorts rode up slightly as she bent to arrange the camping chairs, revealing the curve of her arse and a hint of lacy knickers peeking out. Ethan’s throat went dry, and he busied himself with the tent poles, cursing his wandering eyes.
“God, it’s gorgeous out here,” Lisa said, stretching her arms above her head. Her tank top lifted, exposing a sliver of her toned midriff. “You were right, Ethan. This is just what I needed.”
“Glad you think so,” he said, grinning. “Now, what’s first? Food or booze?”
She smirked, pulling a bottle of vodka from the cooler. “Booze, obviously. Let’s loosen up.”
They sat by the lake, passing the bottle between them. The vodka burned Ethan’s throat, but Lisa drank like it was water, her laughter growing louder with each sip. She kicked off her flip-flops, dipping her toes in the cool water. “Your dad’s such a prick,” she said suddenly, her voice slurring slightly. “Always has been.”
Ethan nodded, taking a swig. “You deserve better, Mum. Someone who sees how amazing you are.”
She looked at him, her eyes soft and a little glassy. “You’re sweet, love. Always looking out for me.” She leaned closer, her shoulder brushing his. The contact sent a jolt through him, and he shifted, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Lisa was well past tipsy. She’d switched to wine, sipping straight from the bottle, her cheeks flushed. She stood to stoke the campfire, swaying slightly. Her tank top was damp with sweat, clinging to her breasts, the outline of her nipples faintly visible through the fabric. Ethan tried not to stare, but it was impossible. She was radiant, her curves illuminated by the flickering flames.
“God, it’s hot,” she said, fanning herself. She tugged her tank top over her head, tossing it onto the chair. Her bra was black lace, barely containing her full breasts, the tops spilling over slightly. Ethan’s breath caught, his eyes tracing the swell of her chest, the way her skin glistened in the firelight.
“Mum, you okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
She giggled, stumbling toward him. “Never better, love. Come on, dance with me.” She grabbed his hands, pulling him up. The wine bottle dangled from her fingers, sloshing dangerously.
Ethan laughed, letting her lead. She swayed to an imaginary beat, her hips rolling, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step. Her hands slid up his arms, her touch warm and electric. “You’re such a good boy,” she murmured, her lips close to his ear. “Always taking care of your mummy.”
His heart pounded. “Just want you to be happy,” he said, his hands resting on her waist. Her skin was soft, slick with sweat, and he could feel the gentle curve of her hips beneath his fingers.
She pressed closer, her breasts brushing his chest. “You make me happy,” she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. The air between them crackled, heavy with something unspoken.
The night grew darker, the fire crackling softly. Lisa was sprawled on a blanket by the lake, her shorts unbuttoned to reveal a glimpse of her lacy knickers. She’d kicked off her flip-flops again, her legs stretched out, toes curling in the grass. Ethan sat beside her, the vodka bottle empty now. His head buzzed, but it wasn’t just the alcohol. It was her—her scent, her laughter, the way her eyes lingered on him.
“Ethan,” she said, her voice low, almost a purr. “You ever think about… things you shouldn’t?”
He swallowed hard, his pulse racing. “Like what?”
She rolled onto her side, propping herself on one elbow. Her breasts pressed together, the cleavage deep and inviting. “Like… us. Closer than we should be.” Her words hung in the air, daring him to cross a line.
“Mum,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re drunk.”
“Maybe,” she said, her lips curling into a sly smile. “But I know what I want.” She reached out, her fingers brushing his thigh, inching higher. Ethan’s breath hitched, his body responding despite the warning bells in his head.
The tension snapped like a taut wire. Lisa leaned in, her lips crashing against his, soft and urgent. Ethan froze for a moment, then kissed her back, his hands tangling in her hair. She tasted of wine and desire, her tongue teasing his, a needy moan escaping her throat. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her thighs gripping his hips. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the lace of her bra rough against his skin.
“Ethan,” she gasped, breaking the kiss. “I need you. Right now.”
He groaned, his hands sliding down her back to grip her arse. “Mum, we shouldn’t—”
“Shh,” she said, her fingers pressing against his lips. “Don’t think. Just feel.” She rocked her hips, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans, a sweet little cry spilling from her lips.
Ethan’s resolve crumbled. He unhooked her bra with trembling fingers, letting it fall away. Her breasts were full and heavy, the nipples pink and hardened in the cool night air. He cupped them, his thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks, drawing a desperate, filthy noise from her. “Ohh God,” she moaned, arching into his touch. “Yes, there…”
He lowered his mouth, sucking one nipple, then the other, his tongue swirling. Lisa’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her breaths coming in short, ragged pants. “Mmm… don’t stop… ohhh,” she whimpered, her hips rolling faster.
She tugged at his shirt, pulling it off, her hands roaming his chest. “You’re so strong,” she murmured, her nails grazing his skin. She slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs, her fingers fumbling with his zip. Ethan’s cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, the tip glistening with precum. Lisa’s eyes widened, a hungry glint in them. “Fuck, love,” she said, her voice dripping with lust. “You’re gorgeous.”
She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly, her touch firm and teasing. Ethan groaned, his head tipping back. “Mum… shit, that feels good.”
She leaned forward, her tongue flicking over the tip, tasting him. A low, rough grunt escaped him as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his cock. She bobbed her head, her tongue swirling, the wet heat driving him wild. “Ummm,” she hummed, the vibration sending shocks through him.
Ethan’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her gently. “Fuck, Mum… you’re amazing,” he gasped, his hips twitching. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, her eyes locked on his.
“Want to shag me, love?” she asked, her voice husky. She stood, shimmying out of her shorts and knickers. Her fanny was bare, the lips swollen and slick, a faint blush of pink against her tanned skin. She parted her thighs slightly, letting him see the glistening folds, the clit peeking out, begging for attention.
Ethan’s mouth went dry. “God, yes,” he said, scrambling to his feet. He pushed her gently onto the blanket, her legs spreading wide. He kissed her fanny, his tongue tracing the outer lips, tasting her sweet, musky arousal. Lisa’s hips bucked, a sudden scream tearing from her throat. “Oh my god—faster! Yes! Ohhh yesss!”
He sucked her clit, his fingers slipping inside her, curling to find that sensitive spot. Her fanny clenched around him, hot and tight, the walls slick with her juices. “A-Ah! Mmmm…” she cried, her hands gripping the blanket. “Ethan… fuck, I’m close…”
He couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock brushing her fanny. “You sure?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Shag me,” she begged, her eyes wild. “Hard.”
He thrust into her, slow at first, her fanny stretching to take him. She was tight, so fucking tight, the heat overwhelming. “Ungh, ah yes,” he grunted, his hips rocking. Lisa’s legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, her fanny pulsing around his cock.
“Ohh God… right there… you feel so good…” she moaned, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her fanny squelched, the sound lewd and intoxicating, her juices coating him. Ethan’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he fucked her harder.
“Fuck, Mum… you’re so wet,” he groaned, his cock throbbing inside her. Her fanny clenched tighter, the walls fluttering as she neared the edge.
“Mmm… don’t stop… yes, there… ohhh,” she gasped, her back arching. Her breasts jiggled, the nipples hard, her arms squeezing them together as she writhed. “Oh my god—faster! Yes! Ohhh yesss!”
Ethan pounded into her, the blanket bunching beneath them. Her fanny gripped him like a vice, the slick heat driving him insane. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice rough.
“Inside me,” she pleaded, her eyes locked on his. “Fill me up, love.”
He thrust deep, his cock pulsing as he came, an explosive release that made him shout. “Ahhhhh!” His cum flooded her fanny, thick and hot, spilling out around his cock. Lisa screamed, her own orgasm hitting, her fanny spasming, milking every drop. Her juices mixed with his, dripping onto the blanket, a sticky, creamy mess.
They collapsed together, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Lisa’s fanny still twitched, a faint trickle of cum leaking out, glistening in the firelight. She laughed softly, a pleased hum in her throat. “Fuck, Ethan,” she said, her voice hoarse. “That was… incredible.”
He kissed her, slow and deep, his hand cupping her breast. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her nipple.
She smiled, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. “We’re not done, are we?” she asked, her fingers trailing down his chest.