Changing Dynamics

by Beaverhunt

©Copyright 2021 by Beaverhunt

Author’s Note: Changing Dynamics is a series of short stories about first time incest, which leads to a change in the dynamics of family. The first story, The Graduation Present, is about a virgin son who, upon graduating high school, is give a very special present by his mother with the full knowledge of his father.

Introduction by ahorsewithnoname: Beaverhunt was a member of my writing website for a number of years. My understanding is that he encountered serious health problems. He hasn't been seen in over three years. As per the site rules, we're publishing some of his work here. We hope for the best for him.

Story 1 - The Graduation Present

That hell called high school’s finally over and I’ve got a full academic ride to anywhere I wish, which I’ve chosen a university close to where my parents live. Not because I care about this town of ignorance, but because my parents can’t afford to spend a lot. Room and board isn’t included with the scholarship. It’s not a bad university, but not a great one either.

My twin sister, Donna, is out partying with her friends and won’t be back until sometime tomorrow to get the last of her things before moving out with her friends while I sit on my bed reading. I know my parents wish I were a little more outgoing, but that’s never been me. I’m the one who’s never been invited to dances and parties, always sat alone reading in the cafeteria, and never gotten picked first for anything dealing with any kind of athleticism. Considering just how poorly I play any sport, I’d pick me last, too.

There’s a soft knock on the door, which causes me to thumb my place and hear my father’s voice. “Can I come in, Mark?”

I put the bookmark in place of my thumb and set the book aside. “Come on in, dad.”

The door opens, and he looks at me with a smile. “Congratulations, Mark. I know it wasn’t always easy, but it is a brighter future than the past.”

I nod with a slight smile since that’s a good way of putting it. “Thanks, Dad.”

His smile grows as he speaks in an odd tone I’ve never heard before. “Your mother has something special for you in our bedroom. Best not to keep her waiting.”

It’s such an odd thing since neither Donna nor I have ever been allowed in their bedroom, but I don’t mention anything like that. “I won’t, dad.”

I expect him to join me as I leave my room and head to their bedroom, but I’m walking alone. Their bedroom door’s wide open as I catch a scent I can’t quite recognize but do find it pleasant. Seeing my mother standing in front of her bed naked was the last thing I expected to see, and I had no idea where to focus my eyes since I didn’t want her to know what I was trying to see.

My mother’s voice sounds playful, which is really strange. “Look at my face, Mark.”

I look into her blue eyes as I start to flush, and I can just make out the blonde hair since I can’t seem to focus much beyond her eyes at the moment. I’ve never actually taken the time to look at them. They’re stunning beneath her bronze flesh. A few strands of blonde fall across them, which causes her to bring up a narrow finger to press it back.

Her voice remains playful as I see the corners of her lips rise. “I’d ask if you like my body, but you haven’t seen much of it yet. Go ahead and take a good look at the front. Maybe we’ll get to the back later.”

I’m blushing as I look down at her narrow neck to see her slender shoulders. I take in her breasts and see the lines of age before settling on her hard nipples. They have a wonderful shade of brown, which contrasts quite pleasantly with her bronze flesh.

It’s difficult to tear my eyes away from her nipples as I continue down her petite body, where the lines from carrying us can be seen. A full blonde bush blocks whatever lies hidden between her legs as I try to get a glimpse between her narrow hips. I want to ask her to move something to give me some hint as to the pink that lies beneath, but seeing her is my present, and I won’t waste it on something so trivial.

Looking at her this way should make me feel guilty or something, but there’s only arousing pleasure. My hand will take care of my hardened state later, with her body on my mind for the first time.

The petiteness of form continues all the way down to her bronze toes. My eyes pull up her body a little quicker but still take everything in as I return to those wonderful nipples; I could look at them for hours if the bulge weren’t so pressing a need.

Her voice has a touch of desire to it. “Stay right there, Mark.”

I want to tell her just how frozen in place I am as my eyes force themselves to hers, but can’t find my voice. She’s starts walking with a slight grin on her face and stops when I can feel her breath on my face. Her hands reach for my stomach and feel her fingers loosen my jeans, but doesn’t free me.

She starts to fall before me as jeans and underwear are taken down to my ankles. Her hands reach for mine as she continues to look up at me and guides them to the back of her head. Hairs and a warm scalp feel pleasant as I try to take it all in. Seeing her face next to my hard dick isn’t something I ever imagined, but it won’t stop whatever’s about to happen.

Her hands reach for my shaft, which causes it to jump from her pleasant touch and feel pleasure race across my body. Without breaking eye contact, she guides the head towards her lips and engulfs the head completely. The suction and her tongue feel incredible as her hands start to work my shaft with ferocity. The incredible pleasure was so much better than I ever imagined a blowjob could ever be.

My mother’s head starts to bob in time with her hands, and I want to see nothing else other than those lips pressed tight around my shaft, but I can no longer keep my eyes open. The image of her eyes and lips is caught in my mind as I’m forced to give in to the darkness. I feel my hips thrust against my will as my fingers tighten.

The incredible pleasure felt throughout my body becomes intense as I moan out with a twitching dick. My cum causes her to cough but doesn’t stop her hands or mouth. More cum’s released as she continues with no sign of tiring. My hands and hip move of their own accord to press myself deeper, but she’s ready and doesn’t let it happen.

Story 1, Part 2 - The Graduation Present

The intensity fades quicker than I thought it would, but I have nothing to compare it to. Other than my hand, I’ve never felt the release of my cum before. I had hoped my first time with a girl would bring about some prolonged experience, but fantasy isn’t reality, and my mother’s the furthest away from any girl I’ve ever fantasized about.

Breathing isn’t easy as my fingers loosen, and I am finally able to open my eyes. Her lips remained pressed around my head as she watched me with cum coating the top. She pulls her head back, and cum falls across her chin as I stare into her full mouth of mostly white before she closes it with a little more loss. I don’t know why my mother wanted to hold as much as she could in her mouth, but I can’t say the look wasn’t enjoyable.

After a few seconds, she opens her mouth to show she swallowed it all. “I do love to swallow cum after sucking cock.”

Seeing her lips and chin with my cum is almost as shocking as hearing her speak the way she just did. “What?”

She grins as she holds my eyes. “I love swallowing cum after sucking cock. Feels wonderful going down my throat. I enjoy sucking your father’s cock, but I really enjoyed yours. Swallowing your cum was even better than your father’s. Being with you is better than being with him since you are my son.”

I want to say something, but I struggle too much, which she takes as an opportunity to continue with a more motherly tone. “I’m tempted to lick the cum off your cock, but you still haven’t seen all of my front. Do you want to get a good look at my pussy, Mark?”

I’m able to manage a nod as I force out the only word I can find. “Yes.”

The grin fades to smile as she continues to speak in her motherly voice, which I find to be wonderfully erotic. “Call me mom, Mark, since I am your mother.”

I may no longer be able to nod, but I can add one word. “Yes, mom.”

The playful voice returns, but her grin doesn’t. “Let me help you out of your jeans. We don’t want you tripping over them. Do you prefer me to talk like this?” Her voice returns to that of my mother. “Or this, Mark?”

Her hands are no longer on my soft dick as I put my hands on her shoulders and give an honest answer. "I probably shouldn't, considering that you're my mom." A foot rises to rid itself of my jeans with her assistance. "But definitely the latter." My other foot rises as jeans are pulled away before setting it down with no concern. I'm almost as naked as she is. "You're my mother, and you should sound like my mother."

She rises with a smile, and I feel her pull my shirt off before she speaks again. "I'm happy to hear it, Mark. Now, you stand right here until I call you over. You're about to get a real good look at my pussy. You notice I keep calling it my pussy, Mark?"

I nod with a smile. "I've noticed, Mom."

The smile fades as she holds my eyes and tenderly touches my softened state. "That's because I want you to think about my body as any woman you desire. Not some technical terms like breasts and vagina, but tits and pussy."

She starts to walk without turning her ass towards me, and I find myself to be a little disappointed. My mother's tits start to sway purposely as I take in the wonderful nipples. It dawns on me that she's not as big as I was expecting her to be. Not from having any desire to see her like this ever in my life, but from the way she's dressed for as long as I can remember. Kind of like my sister walking around the house and going on dates in what my mother refers to as whore clothes. It's just something I've seen, and I never cared at all about seeing either of their bodies beyond what I've already taken in.

I don't know why she wants to make them appear bigger since they aren't exactly on the small side. I've seen enough porn to help get through the rougher parts of high school to know she appears to fall right in the middle. Of course, seeing tits in porn is very different from real life, and glad her nipples aren't flesh-colored.

My mother stops at the edge of her bed and watches as her legs part wider than I ever thought she was capable. There's an incredible view of moist pink, but her lips hide much of what I want to see. Her narrow fingers run along the edge and part them just enough to give a good view of her hard clit.

My mother speaks with hunger in her voice but still sounds like her. "Walk to me, Mark. Once you get here, get on your knees. I want you close enough to feel your breath on my wet pussy lips."

My eyes remain locked on the slightly parted pink and move to her without being able to speak. I feel my flaccid state bounce and drip a little on my thighs, but too concerned with getting to her to think about anything else. That pleasant scent I smelled upon entering their bedroom starts to get a little stronger, and I know it's the smell of her pussy.

I fall to my knees and press my nose close to touch her lips to inhale the wonderful aroma deeply. Her fingers part more of her lips to reveal the pink wonders hidden until she gets to the most incredible sight yet. Her pink hole drips as she holds it open wide enough for me to see inside.

The hunger increased in her voice. "Lick my pussy, Mark."

Story 1, Part 3 - The Graduation Present

My tongue presses between the folds and tastes something amazing. It's a salty sweetness I do enjoy. Her breathing changes as my tongue searches out anything it can find as I struggle to get a good look over her bush. I know I don't have any idea how to do this right, but she does seem to be enjoying herself.

She releases a soft sigh before speaking with pleasure in her voice. "Your tongue feels good. Take as much time as you need to get hard again. The next time you cum, my son, it's going to be deep in my pussy."

My mother's words and desire cause me to twitch a little, but neither of us is in any rush. The tip of my tongue enters her slick hole, where the sweetness becomes stronger, and I enjoy the feeling of her slick hole pressed around my tongue. I start to press my head against her pussy as pubic hairs bother my eyes, forcing them to close. My tongue can go no further, which leaves me wishing for a longer tongue.

Feeling what I feel on my face and tongue as well as that wonderful scent, along with her moans, starts to bring my dick back to life. Before I enter her, there's something else I've yet to lick. My head and tongue pull back just enough to free me to move between the folds toward her hard clit. One of her hair remains annoyingly on my face while another reaches my tongue.

I stopped long enough to remove both before I could open my eyes since the one on my face was touching an eye. The pleasure on her face has grown, but the hunger hasn't dimmed. My tongue finds her hard clit as another hair finds my tongue, but don't stop this time.

Feeling her clit's almost as good as feeling her hole, but I don't think anything will feel as pleasant as her hole around my tongue. I know I'm not doing a great job of it, but her moans tell me I must be getting something right. Seeing it done hasn't prepared me like I thought it would.

My dick feels like it's fully erect, but it's way too early for that. I shouldn't be hard for at least another half hour since I did try, as an experiment, to see how long it would take during a rare break from my studies.

I move my hand to feel my hard shaft and tilt my head back to look at her. "My virgin dick's ready for your pussy, mom."

I've no idea why I told her that, but the smile on her face tells me she did enjoy hearing it. "Do you want me to be the one who takes your virginity, Mark?"

I nod and pull the hair off my tongue. "Yes, mom."

Her smile grows to a grin. "Tell me you want me to take your virginity without a condom, Mark."

The smile on my face isn't quite a grin, but it's close. "I want you to take my virginity without a condom, Mom."

The grin fades to a slight smile. "To cum in me, Mark?"

This time, there's a grin on my face. "I want you to be my first, mom. I want you to take my virginity without a condom. I want to cum deep in your pussy, Mom."

She looks at me as my mother, but the hunger remains in her eyes. "Get the tip of your cock to my pussy. I'll guide you in, Mark."

I rise with a sense of eagerness and feel her thighs press against my legs. Her hands reach out for my shaft as I look at the remnant on her lips and chin. The scent of her pussy remains strong, and I feel her hands press me gently into place.

I feel the head enter and try to control my entry to really savor this moment, but my hips work against my intent. Her hands move to my ass as mine move to her tits to feel her hard nipples beneath my palms. We moan together as she squeezes her fingers against the base. I want to take my time, but my hips continue to rebel.

She speaks between moans. "Fuck me harder, my son."

Her words make me realize I am fucking my mother. I can feel her fingers squeeze and pull me faster into her as I feel a pleasure, unlike anything I've felt before. Being inside her pussy with her fingers squeezing my cheeks and my hands cupping her tits all adds to the weakening of the knees I feel.

I'm breathless as I continue to fuck her as hard as I can and feel my body tighten against my will. My fingers squeeze as I release myself deep inside her pussy, which causes her to moan with every twitch. The pleasure heightens as more cum is given, which causes her hands to pull me in until I've given her the last.

I almost collapse and accidentally pull out with the last of my cum hitting her lips. It lasted longer, but still not long enough. I've imagined the moment of losing my virginity and always had far more grace than the fucking I just gave. I don't need to open my eyes to see her disappointment as the last of me twitches outside her pussy, since I fucked up the whole thing.

I do manage to get my eyes open, but I don't see anything close to disappointment. She smiles as she holds my eyes with a face that tells me I did nothing wrong. It's a lie, and I want to tell her just how sorry I am for not being better.

Her smile remains as she speaks with a very real contentment. "Did you enjoy your graduation present, Mark?"

The grin appears against my will. "I did. Thank you, mom."

Story 1, Part 4 - The Graduation Present

There's more I want to say, but her hands are no longer against my ass. She's pressing gently against my shoulders as her flesh falls away from my body. Her tits are no longer cupped in my hands, and her thighs no longer touch mine. My mother's legs close as she holds her smile in place.

The smile fades from her voice, and she looks at me purely as my mother. "You're father's waiting in the living room to talk to you. Best not to keep him waiting."

My legs are weak but stable as I turn to the open door. Each step causes my flaccid state to bounce as I continue to inhale the wonderful aroma of her pussy. I can still taste her as I walk towards my waiting father with a gnawing sensation I've forgotten something in their bedroom.

He turns with a smile and pats the leather next to him. "I won't ask what happened, but you can tell me if you'd like."