Kickstart things with Mom, and with a (very un-subtle) Mama's boy bang.

Quickly I headed toward the pool in the back, where my mother was currently lounging with some of her friends from the country club.

Which also meant they were in bikinis.

My disgustingly incestful heart beat against my ribcage soundly as I slid open the sliding door and stepped outside in a buzz of excitement.

"MOM! Can I fuck you!?" I yelped, pathetically. The other women gathered around the pool halted their laughter to look at me.

I know. I'm a poet.

"Well, isn't that yours, Janice?" pouted the redhead, Laureen, I think her name was, adorned in a wonderful green two-piece.

"Why isn't he cute?" chuckled Mary, a blonde with a bob cut and a body to KILL for. Currently hugged in a tight onesie, she was one of the younger ones of the group.

Rena, a black-haired, and stately lawyer, smirked from above her screen. "He's definitely as young in body as he is in heart, I'll give him that." Her body wiggled slightly, looking curvy and voluptuous in her black string bikini extravaganza.

"Oh, girls, stop." Finally, the warm and familiar voice of the one and only Mrs. Doe broke the air, who had been facing opposite me this whole time. The first thing I saw was a pair of swinging legs coming to the side of her lounging chair and then her pretty, brunette-haired face leaning past the chair pole to look at me. "John! Hurry up and jump into my pussy already, if you want it that much."

Nearly shattering into a million pieces, I could've cried Justin Timberlake a river right then and there but suppressed the pathetic notion and instead began running and stripping in the same unwieldy time, running up to Mother as ineffectively as I could. But hey, it worked. You weren't there. You wouldn't know!

Swip! goes the shirt.

Fling! flies the pants.

Flop! flops my growing, hardened dick, gosh dang-it, as I, naked as the day I was born, ran over towards my mother's open arms and pressed lips into hers, sticking tongue into her tongue, nearly knocking her sunglasses out of her head.

The three women next to her looked at each other, seeming to exchange quite the smattering of silent, secret words, as I proceeded to re-position ourselves and straddle this leggy, beautiful woman I'd unhealthily lusted after ever since I was diagnosed a strange and probably incurable kid.

"Fuck me, John," exhaled my mom, words that only ever could have existed in dreams. That MUST HAVE been a dream. But as she angled her face down and rubbed my sides in that way only she knew how, then caught my eye with hers, I felt more real than I ever had.

In years.

"Fuck me silly in front of all these uptight, professional ladies, and let's show them our love for each other."

I grinned, nodded, and, armed with a ready penis, pulled her conservative, but tight, bikini bottom to the side, finding her pussy lips just as wet as I hoped.

"Oh," giggled Laureen, "so those are Janice's flappers, 'ey?"

"Oi, Mary, can you get me a lemonade refill?"

"Get it yourself, 6 figures."

"O-ho, very funny. You know I don't make that much."

"Uh-huh, whatever you say," sing-songed the blonde, while, in front of them, meanwhile, I finally penetrated my mother's delectable, birthing PUSSY!

I WAS IN!

Holy balls!

I was in a girl... for the first time ever!

And it wasn't a girl. It was a woman. It was Mrs. Doe. It... it... it was so twisted, but... my own mother... I was in my own mother!

And she was hugging me back, reciprocating my dogged, floppy-eared enthusiasm, and laughing, and kissing me in the cheek as I banged her with the most pathetic, remarkable grin stapled between my own cheeks, garishly and aimlessly franking myself in and out of her warm, inviting hole before cumming within such a fleeting span of time that I could count the blinks I made on both hands.