Helen sat waiting in the gym car park. She and her older son Michael had arrived a few minutes before her younger son, Darren finished work for the day. She looked in the mirror at Michael, who was in the back seat with earphones in.
"Why don't you apply for a job here?" Helen asked him.
"Huh?" Michael asked, taking out an earbud.
"I said, why don't you apply for a job here?" Helen replied. "Plus you'll gain a bit of muscle on you."
"I don't want to work for my little brother," Michael replied.
"Oh, stop being so petty," Helen snapped. "It's just a job."
"Here's your brother," Helen said, starting the car engine.
Darren walked out of the gym, and Helen compared her two sons.
He was twenty-six years old, two years younger than Michael, and yet Darren looked like the older sibling. He was six-foot-three, insanely muscular and greatly resembled the actor Dominic Purcell, but in Helen's opinion, even better looking. He kept his hair short and smart. He had an arrogance about him, possibly because of his intimidating appearance.
Michael on the other hand, a scrawny five-foot-nine with shaggy, yet balding unkempt hair. He still looked and dressed like a teenager, wearing a torn 'Gojira' shirt. He spent all day in his room doing god-knows-what.
Darren, despite being younger, was just all-round better than him... And everyone knew it.
The only person who stood up for Michael was his father, Andy.
"Of course he would," Helen thought. Michael and Andy looked very much the same, although Andy had very little hair nowadays.
Helen wondered why she even married him... Or at least stayed with him for this long. She didn't consider herself a 'looker', but she knew for a fact she could do better. At fifty, she kept her brown, slightly greying hair just above shoulder-length. Behind her glasses were amber-brown eyes. Standing at five-foot-four and a slightly chubby belly, but who isn't at her age? She was fond of her hips, though.
Darren got in the passenger seat.
"Hey, mum," he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Hi, darling," Helen replied, blushing slightly. She raised her voice, making sure that Michael heard. "Are you looking forward to your night out with the guys?"
"Yeah, what about you?" Darren asked, also raising his voice. "You have that conference meeting tonight as well."
"Oh, yes. Very excited," she replied, giving a sly smirk towards Darren, to which he returned the favour.
Helen drove off and looked in the rear-view mirror at Michael.
"He knows nothing," she thought, smiling to herself.
***
it was 8pm. Helen's "conference" and Darren's "night out" coincidentally happened to be in the same area, so they took the same car. Before leaving, Helen gave her husband a quick kiss, and shouted goodbye to Michael, with the assumption that he had his earphones in.
To give off the illusion of being in a meeting, Helen wore a black sleeveless turtleneck, and a cute metal watch. She also tied her hair in a bun for that "manager" look. Andy made no question about it. Darren, being the "lad's lad" he was, wore a t-shirt that highlighted his muscles, and a short chain necklace.
Of course, neither of them had plans to go to where they said. Helen turned off the duel-carriageway and into a Holiday Inn Hotel.
They booked themselves in at the reception. Helen noticed the receptionist eyeing up her son which made her feel a tad jealous. Darren was always lucky with the ladies.
"Just so you know, the hotel is going through refurbishments at the moment, so your room is the only one available on the entire floor," the receptionist said. "Are you sure you don't want one with other people close by?"
Smiling, Helen and Darren looked at each other, and quickly declined the offer.
The hallway itself was indeed lifeless, yet there was a humming sound coming from all over. Normally this would drive people insane, but not for Helen and Darren. It added a sense of protection from certain 'noises'.
In the room was a single, king-sized bed. Helen turned on the lights either side of the bed and closed the curtains. She didn't want anyone looking in.
Helen crawled onto the bed and propped herself up on a pillow, letting her hair loose. Darren swiftly followed.
Sitting motionless for a few seconds, Darren spoke up.
"Ready, mum?"
Helen nodded, giggling and moving closer to Darren.
Darren immediately sat up and removed his top. He then moved on top of a still giggling Helen and held her down as he guided his tongue into her mouth.
The couple made out, Darren's hand slowly moving to Helen's crotch area. Helen did the same to Darren, rubbing his erect penis through his jeans.
"I've been waiting for this for ages," Darren said in between smooches.
"Mhmm," Helen replied.
Helen and Darren were not new to incest. In fact, they had secretly been having an affair under everyone's noses for over half a year now. The difference this time, was that they planned to conceive a child together.
Yes, the baby would be inbred. Yes, Helen was fifty and borderline menopausal... But that didn't stop either of them. Even though they kept it a secret, they were boyfriend and girlfriend, and when the time came she would divorce Andy.
Helen stripped, wearing nothing but her watch and wedding ring. Darren pulled his jeans down, showing his massive hard-on. She fucking loved Darren's penis. It was, by FAR the biggest she'd ever had. And Darren, being a ladies man, knew how to use it.
She propped herself up on the bed, her arms outstretched. Darren moved in between her legs and rubbed his penis over her bristly, hairy vagina.
And slowly, and purposefully, guided his penis inside her.
A mild gasp exhaled from Helen, and she placed her left hand over her vagina, to feel his penis brush past her wedding ring.
Darren started to speed up, and Helen moved her arm behind her head. She looked up at the ceiling, she could make out the shadows of her son's incredibly muscular frame moving side to side. She looked down to see her cervix being pushed, and squealed in delight.
"Oh, shall we turn on the telly?" Helen asked. "Just in case someone manages to hear."
"Good idea," said Darren, and he slid out of his mum's pussy to grab the remote on the side.
Almost like nothing, the couple sat there for a few moments, channel surfing.
"I can't believe they hooked up," Helen casually said, talking about Love Island.
"Footy's on, how about this?" asked Darren.
"No, try one of the music channels," said Helen.
Darren settled on an R&B and Hip hop channel.
"Ooh, I love this song," Helen said, simultaneously swinging her meaty leg over Darren's toned body.
She gently pushed him down onto the pillow, took off her glasses and climbed on top of him. She leaned down and kissed his perfectly sculpted body. Darren stroked her backside, giving Helen goosebumps.
She sat up, and guided his penis into her vagina.
Sensually grinding her body to Rihanna's 'Take A Bow', Darren grabbed her D-cup breasts, and Helen held onto his manly hands.
The song changed to '4 Minutes' by Madonna and Justin Timberlake, and so it was time to take the sex up a notch.
Darren held onto his mother's hips as she gripped onto his pecs. She bounced up and down on his penis.
"Fuck, mum, you're a kinky bitch," Darren panted.
Helen would've scolded Michael for using such foul language, but Michael wasn't Darren. Darren was her man! She raised her hand and ran it through her hair with her other hand caressing his body. She let her hips do all the work, taking his penis inside her.
She slid off his penis and gave it a few sucks, before climbing on it again, reverse cowgirl style. Helen saw herself in the mirror.
"God, I look good," Helen thought, as her son's huge cock vanished for a few seconds, deep inside her, then she lifted herself up and saw the length of it. Then, back down onto it!
She rested her hands on Darren's body as he took over, plowing his dick up and down into her hairy pussy. Before her affair with Darren, she didn't like using terms like "cock" and "pussy" since they sounded vulgar, but in her mind, what they were doing countered that argument.
