To get off!

Dad and Jessica dressed hurriedly and rushed off. Jackson suspected this was because he really wanted them gone. He wanted to know what his mother wanted with him.

Of course, it wasn't that big of a mystery. She was the only member of their incestuous family who hadn't gotten off during the breakfast orgy. Jackson blushed. He'd turned his conservative mom into a horny incestuous slut and hadn't even considered her needs! He was a bad son. He'd even made sure Jessica got off, happily eaten out by her father, but done nothing for the woman that birthed him!

But remembering what he'd done to Jessica, Jackson suddenly realized he was sending his sister and father off believing that there was nothing wrong with ****. And Jessica, at least, loved to talk. He ran after them and caught them on the way out the door, thinking that they shouldn't mention their incestuous acts and attitudes outside the family and getting their verbal confirmation.

But when he returned to the kitchen, his naked mother was gone!

"Mom?" he called out. "Mom?"

No answer. He headed over to her bedroom. The door was closed. And locked.

She knows, Jackson thought guiltily. She knows I turned her into a raging slut with this power of mine.

"Jackson? Is that you?" his mom called out. "Don't come in just yet!"

"Is... everything okay Mom?" he asked.

Her realizing what he'd been doing wouldn't break his control, would it?

"Everything is fine, Sweetheart," she said at last, unlocking the door.

She opened it to reveal she was wearing a red lace negligee with her hair teased out. The lights were out and the shades drawn, but she had lit several scented candles.

"But if you're going to turn your conservative mom into a raging incestuous slut, you damn well better be willing to fuck my brains out with that big pecker of yours," she said matter-of-factly.

"uh... Of course!" he said.

"That's my good boy," she said, grabbing hold of his head and kissing him, her tongue pressing insistently into his mouth.

Jackson reached down and grabbed his mom's ass. She moaned approval into his mouth and clutched at his hair. Jackson got hard. His mother pulled his head back, her tongue retracting. She stared in his eyes, her own afire.

"Get your ass in my bed and get THIS in my snatch!" she said, reaching down to squeeze his meat.

"So...you really don't mind that I did this to you?" he asked.

"Mind?" she said. "Fuck, Jackson, it's the best thing that ever happened!"

Jackson agreed, of course. And that was no doubt why she thought so as well. But he wasn't going to worry about that now. He had a mother to fuck!

Said mother hopped onto her bed with a girlish giggle. She made a mound of pillows then flipped around to lean back on them, pulling the hem of the negligee up above her hips. She stroked her labia.

"Come to mamma, big boy," she said.

Jackson obeyed his mother and scrambled on top of her. She squeezed him with her bare thighs as he kissed her, his tongue playing the role of explorer this time, her hands grabbing his ass. He leaned on an elbow and squeezed one of her tits. She moaned and broke off the kiss.

"In me, Jackson!" she begged. "Get in me! Fuck your slutty mommy! Fuck me hard!"

Jackson released her tit and reached down to grab ahold of his shaft and guide his engorged pecker into the holy of holies.

"Oh yes," his mother gasped. "Oh yes, Jackson! I'm never this wet with your father! I need this so much!"

Jackson grunted and thrust forward.

"Oh! Oh god yes!" his mother exclaimed. "Oh Jackson! Fuck me, Jackson! Fuck me!"

She crossed her feet behind him and thrust her own pelvis against his, grinding, her eyes glowing in the candle light.

"You made me a slut," she breathed. "Nos make me YOUR slut! Screw me, Jackson! Screw me!"

Jackson obeyed his mother, pumping and pumping, pounding and pounding as she groaned and shuddered, her tits bounding with every thrust.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!!!" she praised as he plowed.

"She's gonna cum," he thought.

"I'm gonna cum!" she shouted. "OH YES! YES! YES!"

"HARDER!" Jackson commanded. "CUM HARDER, SLUT!"

"Ee! Ee! Ee! Ee!" she screetched, her face a rictus, her eyes wide and manic as her whole body went into a spasm that pushed Jackson over the edge, pumping out pulse after pulse of jism as he roared out his sweet oedipal release.

He collapsed on top of her, drawing ragged breaths in and out, mother and son's sweat soaking the negligee as she quivered beneath him, unable to speak but gibbering softly, punctuated by the occasional sudden gasp, accompanied by a squeeze of her twat around his dick.

"Is it...okay if I just... stay here...for a while... Mommy," he asked.

She nodded a frantic yes, still unable to speak, then squeezed him again eith her cunt.

"Thas good..." he said, then sighed.

He had a lot of power, but at that moment, he couldn't think of a damn thing he wanted to use it for.