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Here's something a tad different from my usual stories. I've never really tackled a BSDM Incest story, so I'll be very interested in everyone's comments. I'm not sure whether this will continue, perhaps your input will sway me one way or the other. As always, this is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidence. All characters exist only within the confines of my imagination. Enjoy!

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Growing up, I never really saw anything odd with my parents' relationship with each other. They always seemed happy and in love. I grew up as a single child in a happy, loving environment. That being said, I can't deny that Mom and Dad had their personality quirks. Lots of neighbors and friends would make little comments about how Mom wore the pants in our family. And there was a lot of truth to that, Mom certainly was in charge.

Mom is a beautiful woman. At age forty-eight, she still turns heads as she strides confidently down the sidewalk or through the local mall. My mom, Victoria is tall, five foot, ten inches, and has a lean, regal appearance. Mom always works out with a vengeance and there is very little fat on her bones. She has incredible legs that she shows off with short skirts and shorts. Her waist is narrow and she has medium sized, firm and perky, breasts. Her straight black hair is cut in a longish bob, the tips curling inward to frame her flawless face. Mom has brilliant green eyes that can burn right through a person like a laser beam. Best of all is her lush, full lips that just seem made to kiss.

Dad is less formidable looking. He stands the same height as Mom, has a runner's slender build. My dad, Tim, still jogs several times a week. He has the appearance of a nebbish bookkeeper which is what he is. He is not a confrontational or decisive person and has been happy over the years to lead Mom take the lead. He's been a good provider and despite his nickname Timothy the Timid (given to him by an asshole neighbor during a drunken Christmas party), he is I think, a strong person. I know I can always count on Dad.

As I have already said, Mom is basically in charge. She pretty much decides what goes on in our home, picking out vacations, deciding who does what chores and even picking out Dad's wardrobe, but she does listen to our input. Still, end the end, there is no doubt that *quot;Victoria's in charge,*quot; as Dad likes to joke. It was never something that troubled me and it never seemed wrong. Mom and Dad were happy and so was I. In truth, I admired my mom's strong will and drive. I aspired to be as strong a person as my own mother.

Now when it came to sex, again, I never really gave it much thought. As long as I can remember and understood, I knew my parents had a healthy and steady love life. Many times I can recollect hearing their impassioned moans and cries emanating from their bedroom and sometimes from the master bathroom. They taught me early on that sex between two people that cared for each other was perfectly normal and nothing to be ashamed of.

Mom hasn't ever made a commotion about me occasionally masturbating in her panties, telling me just to make sure I put them back in the clothes hamper afterwards when she has walked into my bedroom without knocking only to discover me naked on the bed, with a pair of her silky underwear wrapped around my cock! Mom's smile told me that she was pleased that she could still make a young man's cock hard. Oh yeah, I've fantasized a lot over the years about my Mom.

Things changed the night my camping trip got canceled. I had just graduated from high school. A couple of my buddies and I were going to go camping upstate in the mountains, but as we drove up there, Deke's old Ford blew the transmission. Deke's Dad came up after us and arranged for the repairs upstate and then drove us back home. We were disappointed, but figured we'd get another shot in a week or so.

It was almost midnight when Deke's dad dropped me off in front of the house. I dropped my backpack and gear on the front porch and let myself in. I heard some noise in the den and saw that the lights in there were on. Figuring my parents were still up and watching a movie, I bounded into the room, saying, *quot;Well, the trip's been canceled. That old car of Deke's blew up...*quot; My voice faded into nothingness as I stared at Mom and Dad, seeing them as I'd never seen them before.

Mom was slouched down on the couch, her legs spread wide and her mostly naked body shiny with sweat. She was wearing a black corset-like garment that I later learned was called a *quot;Black Widow,*quot; that left her breasts exposed and ended just above her crotch. In my head the word *quot;WOW!*quot; kept being repeated as I got my first really good look at my mother's pussy. Mom was blessed with the thickest, curliest pelt of black hair I'd ever seen in real life or in the fuck books I kept under my mattress. Her hairy bush was split wide as her long and thick pussy lips were spread, revealing glistening pink flesh. In one hand she held something İstinye Escort that looked like a short whip with several leather strands at the business end

The real shock was Dad kneeling between Mom's legs, his arms locked behind him in some sort of shackles. His back was red with marks that I realized had been made by the whip. Dad's body was wet with sweat too. Dad rose up at the sound of my voice and I felt a little dizzy as I realized that the dripping wetness that covered most of his face was Mom's pussy cream. I was shocked even more when I realized he was wearing a dog collar, a leash attached and draped near Mom's free hand.

Mom, Dad and I all looked at each other for several seconds in absolute shock. What the fuck had I walked into? For the first time, I wondered just what Mom and Dad had been up to in their bedroom all these years! I was stunned that my mother and father were into anything kinky!

Then Mom smiled at me. *quot;Welcome home, Thomas. I'm glad you're okay.*quot; Mom's voice was husky and breathless. I realized she must have been on the verge of orgasm or maybe coming down from an orgasm. Mom then turned to frown at Dad who was backing up. *quot;Did I tell you to stop?*quot;

Dad's eyes grew wide as he glanced over at me. *quot;Victoria, we can't do this in front of our son.*quot;

Mom snickered and shook her head. *quot;Thomas is eighteen years old. That makes him a man. It's high time he knew how things were. I think he can handle the truth now. Now get back to work, slave.*quot;

Mom turned back to me and gesturing over at Dad's easy chair, said, *quot;Have a seat, darling.*quot;

*quot;Mom? I -- um, I can leave, its okay.*quot; I stammered.

*quot;No, Thomas, I want you to stay. I think you might enjoy this,*quot; Mom said cheerfully, as if she was suggesting we all watch a television program together. Then she turned to Dad who was still edging away, and in a cold tone I'd never heard before, said, *quot;Timothy, if your tongue isn't buried deep in my cunt in the next five seconds, hell will freeze over before you ever touch me again.*quot; With a twitch of her wrist, she flicked the whip across Dad's back for emphasis, leaving light red marks like the others already streaking his back.

By now, Dad's face was bright red with embarrassment and shame. He quickly glanced at me and then with head bowed, nodded and said, *quot;Yes, Mistress Victoria.*quot; I watched in total astonishment as my father pressed his face eagerly against my mother's pussy. Some part of my blown mind wondered idly how it felt to have Mom's thick pubic hair rubbing against your cheeks as you rammed your tongue deep into her wet twat.

*quot;Sit down, Thomas. Your father is excellent at cunnilingus. You might learn something useful,*quot; Mom said in a teasing voice that was strained with the pleasure she was no doubt experiencing. Mom stretched, raising her arms above her head and arching her body, throwing her pelvis up against Dad's face, allowing him to get his tongue deeper inside her juicy cunt. Her breasts were exposed to best advantage and I enjoyed the view of her pert tits and her big round nipples thickened I suppose from my nursing on them as a baby.

Mom let out a long drawn out moan as Dad's head bobbed furiously. Mom glanced over at me, a lusty expression on her face. We said nothing for several minutes, Mom and I, we just watched each other. Even as Dad's efforts brought her to orgasm, her body quivering and stiffening up as the fuck sweat poured off her body, Mom said nothing to me, just smiling and grinning and gasping for air as her chest heaved.

Finally, her body relaxed somewhat, although she gasped, *quot;Don't stop, slave, don't you dare stop, emphasizing her command with another lash of her whip. Dad mumbled something along the lines of, *quot;Yes, Mistress,*quot; although it was muffled by pussy flesh. His body trembled with exertion, his muscles tense with long term effort.

Mom's breathing took on a more regular tone and she looked at me again. *quot;Are you enjoying the show, son?*quot; I nodded unable to speak. Mom looked pleased. *quot;Your father and I met at a sex party, Thomas, a Bondage sex party to be exact. We knew from the first that we were meant for each other. Your father was a submissive even then and the first time I ever commanded him to eat my pussy, I knew I was meant to be his master. We've enjoyed this lifestyle ever since. All the years before you were born, we were into a lot of sexy, nasty things. Bondage, S