"INCEST SUBMISSION": MOM, NANA & SON part 2

It had been almost a week since Sara first submitted to her son sexually and became his full-time live-in slut.

It had been almost a week since Simon had seduced his mom and fucked all three of her fuck holes in one day...something he had repeated every day since.

It had been almost a week since Glenda, Sara's mom, had overheard the incestuous act on the phone when her daughter didn't hang up properly and become obsessed with fucking her grandson and maybe even performing a lesbian act with her daughter.

Now...all three would be together...both Sara and Simon unaware that Glenda (her mom and his nana) was aware of their incestuous relationship.

As Glenda sat on the plane, she pondered how she would broach the subject. She hadn't been laid in forever, over two years, and since hearing her daughter fucking her grandson, she had become obsessed with the idea of incest. She had watched supposedly authentic incest videos, read online blogs, chatted on incest chat lines and read many incest stories on a website called Literotica. Although morally incest is undoubtedly wrong, Glenda found lots of approval for incest based on the theory that it is a natural bond between flesh and blood, and what was more pure than making love to someone you loved? Of course, in eavesdropping on her daughter and grandson, they were not making love, they were fucking, and that is what Glenda wanted...to be fucked...hard. She had three glasses of wine on the flight as she further relaxed her already loose inhibitions.

Meanwhile, Sara and Simon had fucked in every room of the house the past week. Simon continually told his mother while slamming into any of her three wanton holes that he planned to add Nana to his incest slut harem. Although Sara had lots of trepidation at the thought of her son seducing her mother, in the heat of passion, the idea brought her intense pleasure and often got her off. Yet, when not getting fucked by her son, which wasn't often, she couldn't fathom how she was supposed to seduce her own mother, as he had demanded she do.

So as Sara waited at the airport, cum leaking out her cunt and down her leg from a deposit by her son shortly before she left home, Simon not allowing her to wear panties anymore for quicker access to her fuck holes (his words).

Glenda got off the plane very tipsy, and giddy with the idea of the crazy weekend of sex she was sure would happen.

As Sara's mother sauntered toward her, still the diva Miss Alabama from so many years ago, Sara pondered what the odds were that her mother could end up between her legs. Her mother was still a very beautiful woman, which was good news for her, as most women ended up looking like their mothers as they aged. Sara was dressed as if going out on the town in a black skirt, red blouse and the black nylons which made Simon so happy.

"Hi, honey," Glenda said as she reached her daughter, dressed way more provocatively than usual, in a short blue skirt, a tight sweater and beige nylons. Sara's red cheeks told Glenda that she had either just gotten fucked or was very nervous about something...or both.

"Hi, Mom," Sara greeted, as her mother pulled her into a hug, their breasts crashing into each other. This wasn't uncommon, they both had very voluptuous breasts, yet this time Sara noticed it not as an awkward embrace, but rather a moment of sexual arousal.

Glenda asked, attempting to open the door to her true intentions, "Are you all dressed up for me?"

Sara blushed, but agreed, "Yes, I thought I should look presentable for you, isn't that the word you always used when I was a kid, 'presentable'?"

Glenda smiled, "The outside ensemble is almost always a true symbol of what's underneath."

Sara wanted to argue, she had always hated this theory of her mother's, even though she had lived her whole life desperately trying to get the approval of her mother, and had followed the good girl persona for most part. "So what does my outfit say about me?" Sara asked instead, trying to somehow shift the conversation to sex.

Glenda assessed, "That my daughter has finally found a man and has likely been getting regular cock."

"Mom!" Sara gasped, never hearing her mother swear, even though her assessment was true.

"What? Do you prefer dick, penis, or rod?" Glenda asked, loving seeing her daughter acting all prudish, especially since she knew she was fucking her son.

"You're drunk," Sara finally realized.

"Maybe a little tipsy," she admitted.

Sara wondered if this wouldn't potentially help the seduction she was supposed to somehow complete. "You seem more than a little."

Glenda added, "Am I wrong? Are you not getting some?"

Sara shrugged, figuring the frank conversation may help her cause, "You really do know me."

"Oh I know you very, very well," Glenda smiled, a subtle hint of what she knew.

"Um, we should go to baggage claim," Sara suggested.

"Probably," Glenda laughed, neither of them having moved since the brief hug.

They walked towards baggage claims as Glenda asked, "So who's the man that has captured my daughter's heart?"

"A very sweet guy," Sara answered, unsure how to respond.

"That's rather vague," Glenda responded, "he has definitely revved your motor."

"Mother!" Sara gasped. Even though her mother had always been frank, that hadn't ever included sex talk.

"You're an adult Sara, we should be able to have a frank sex talk," Glenda pointed out. "Especially if you're getting some and I'm not."

"Mother!" Sara repeated, shocked and uncomfortable by her mother's words

"Don't be a prude," Glenda scolded. "You have sex, I've had sex, lots and lots of sex."

"TMI," Sara quipped.

"Oh, Sara when I was young I was having sex all the time: with boys, men, judges, contestants," Glenda added, enjoying shocking her daughter, but also planting seeds of her bisexuality to her daughter.

"You had sex with girls?" Sara asked, trying to look shocked, but finally getting her wits back as she tried to get more intel on her mother.

"Still do," Glenda smiled, continuing the revelations.

"You're a lesbian?" Sara asked.

"God, no," Glenda said, "I still love a nice big dick."

"Mother!" Sara gasped again, feeling like she was the mother and her mother the child. This would have a shocked her to the core a week ago, but now that she was an incest mommy-slut, this was just fuel for the fire she planned to create. "We're in public."

Glenda laughed, "I've done that quite a few times too."

"What?" Sara asked, not following her mother's conversation.

"Public sex," Glenda smiled. "Theatres, bathrooms, cars, and, of course, I was a frequent member of the mile high club."

"Mother, what has gotten into you?" Sara questioned, shocked by her mother's sexual bluntness. Sure she was a diva, but she had never been one to talk even remotely like this.

"I'll tell you what hasn't been in me for a while," Glenda quipped.

They reached the baggage claim area as Sara pondered the craziness of the conversation since the moment her mother arrived. Was all this advantageous for Simon's plan to seduce his grandmother? Why was mom being so blunt about her sexuality, something she never was before? Was it possible that she would be willing to be an eager participant in an incestuous threesome? The thought seemed crazy, yet so did the thought that Sara would become a complete submissive cum slut for her son.

Glenda, meanwhile, revelled in the awkwardness she was putting her daughter through. She continued the full onslaught once they were in the car. "So, you never answered, who is this new man of yours?"

"Just a guy," Sara answered, oddly not prepared to lie about this.

"Does 'just a guy' have a name?" Glenda asked.

Sara quickly made one up, using Simon's middle name, "Clarke."

Glenda smiled at her daughter using her son's middle name. She asked, "Is he hung?"

"Pardon?" Sara stammered, yet again surprised by her mom's question.

"Does he have a big cock?" Glenda clarified. "Your father had a big dick and wow it could really fill me."

"Oh my God," Sara gasped, shocked by her mother's blunt behaviour.

"What?" Glenda asked, enjoying making her daughter squirm. "You did walk in on him once just after we had had sex. You've seen it before."

Sara had almost forgotten that, back when she was a teenager she accidentally walked in on them just after they had had sex. Her father's cock, still hard, was pointing directly at her. The idea of incest not even remotely in her mind back then, she had pushed the moment out of her head over the years. Yet, mentioned now, the visual came back vividly. She realized her son had inherited his big cock from her father. "I have tried to forget that for years," Sara finally replied, even though at the moment the image was as clear as the moment it occurred.

"I miss your father so much," Glenda continued.

"I do too," Sara asked.

The brief moment of remembrance was broken as Glenda added, "He knew exactly how to make me squeal."

"This just won't end," Sara sighed, shaking her head.

"Sara, I don't have any sisters, your sister lives in Canada and I have very few friends to talk with about such things," Glenda explained, playing the sympathy card.

Sara, figuring this conversation was actually benefitting her in regards to the once seemingly impossible task nodded, "Okay, Mom, you're right, we're both adults."

"So does he have a big cock?" Glenda asked again, curious if her grandson was as well-equipped as her husband was.

Sara deciding to go full in with the conversation admitted, "He has a nice, thick nine inch cock."

"Wow! Your father's cock was nine inches," Glenda revealed.

Sara quipped, smiling playfully, "Trust me, I know. It was the first dick I ever saw. And I can't deny, the rest of my lovers have always been a bit of a disappointment because of him."

"Ditto," Glenda retorted. "Once you have had Filet mignon it's tough to go to minute steak."

Sara laughed, "Well, I've finally found a very juicy Filet mignon."

"Will I meet him?" Glenda asked.

"I think so," Sara nodded, thinking that if all went well she would also meet all nine inches of Simon's meat.

"Make sure it happens," Glenda demanded, "I want to meet the man who can finally make my girl happy."

"Will do," Sara promised, almost laughing at what her mother was actually requesting.

They chatted about work and travel the rest of the way home.

Simon wasn't home when they arrived and the two women began drinking a bottle of wine Glenda had brought.

A couple hours later, both women quite inebriated, Simon return home and greeted, "Hi, Nana."

"Simon, please call me Glenda," Nana requested, standing up for a hug. "Nana makes me feel so old."

"You're still very beautiful, Nana, I mean Glenda," Simon complimented, as he hugged his very attractive nana.

"Oh, you're just saying that," Glenda responded, although she knew she was indeed very attractive for a woman her age. She was often mistaken for being much younger than her true age, and was often hit on by much younger men, but none of them compared to the dominant personality of her husband.

Simon, so much more confident since taking his mother, continued, "Trust me, Nana, you look much younger than you are."

"Thanks, Simon, you are so sweet," Glenda said, hugging him again. This time making sure to press her large breasts into his chest.

Simon's hand rested on his Nana's ass cheeks. He considered squeezing, but he wasn't that confident yet, although his hands lingered longer than was customary to Nana; likewise, Nana's breasts stayed pressed against her grandson longer than he was accustomed to as well.

Sara, oddly, felt a strange tinge of jealousy at the brief moment of innocent intimacy between her mom and son. In only a week she had fallen for her son in a way she couldn't explain. A love that transcended the traditional motherly love. She saw him as her man, her lover and the thought of him with another woman, even her mother, suddenly bothered her.

Simon, his hard dick pressing against his Nana, flinched his cock to 'accidentally' let her feel his erection.

Glenda felt the flinch and instantly wondered how to transition the obvious flirtation between the three of them into an actual threesome, the wine having only enhanced her eagerness to commit the ultimate sin. She considered just dropping to her knees and taking his cock in her mouth, she was hungry and horny, yet instead she wanted to see what he was thinking. She asked, finally moving away from him, although she did purposely and obviously glance down to her grandson's cock first, "So do you have a girlfriend, Simon?"

"I'm not sure I'd call her my girlfriend," Simon answered back.

"What would you call her?" Glenda asked, pushing deeper.

Simon shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, "I'm not sure what to label her."

Sara felt another twinge of jealousy at Simon speaking about their relationship with such triviality. The past week had been heaven on earth for her and she assumed it had been for him, too.

"A friends with benefits?" Glenda asked, playfully.

Simon laughed, "I guess that is one way to put it."

"I wish I had one of those," Glenda added, hoping to soon indeed have a grandson with benefits relationship.

"I imagine all you have to do is ask," Simon quipped, opening the door for his Nana, oblivious that she already knew about his naughty plan.

"Oh, I wish it was that simple," Glenda sighed dramatically. Although she was horny and ready to submit to her grandson unconditionally, Simon looking so much like her deceased husband, she also wanted it to be special. She wanted him to earn it.

"With your beauty, Nana, I imagine it is that simple," Simon continued.

"I haven't been with a man for two years," Glenda admitted, with a heavy sigh.

"Mother!" Sara finally spoke.

"Simon is an adult, too," Glenda pointed out. "Are you okay talking about sex with your old Nana?"

Simon answered, "As long as you stop calling yourself old."

Glenda laughed, "Okay, are you okay talking about sex with your voluptuous, sexy, long-legged Nana?"

Sara couldn't believe it. They were flirting with each other. Her jealousy couldn't be squelched. She needed to take control of this situation, although she wasn't sure how.

Simon nodded, "Yes, Glenda, I'd love to talk about sex with my hot Nana."

"And what about me?" Sara added, feeling left out.

Simon laughed and joked, "I'm okay with it if you have your mom's permission."

"Brat," Sara quipped.

Glenda said, slipping out of her heels, "My feet are killing me."

"Do you want a foot massage?" Simon asked, wanting to feel his Nana's stocking-clad feet.

"Would you be such a dear?" Glenda asked, wondering if her grandson had a stocking fetish like her husband had.

"For you, Nana? Of course," Simon smiled, as he grabbed her hand and led her to the couch.

Sara watched with excessive jealousy, wanting it to be her getting her feet massaged, her getting all his attention.

Simon sat down and Glenda sat beside him before spinning sideways to put her nylon-clad feet on her grandson's lap.

Sara noticed, as her mom's skirt rode up, that she was wearing a garter with her stockings.

Simon grabbed his Nana's silk-clad foot, the nylon being expensive sheer nylon, and began massaging it, wishing he could feel those nylons on his cock or wrapped around his body. They were softer than the ones his mother wore and he knew that Mom was going shopping very soon. Glenda's toes were perfectly manicured, painted fuck-me red, and Simon's hard cock was begging to be released from its captivity of cloth.

Glenda moaned ever-so-slightly, "That feels so good, Simon. You'll make someone a very lucky woman with those hands."

Sara added, the innuendo dripping of much more than a massage that she thought only Simon would catch, "Yes, his hands are magical."

"Agreed," Glenda nodded, catching the innuendo of her daughter's words.

After a couple of minutes of silence where Simon focused on her beautiful feet, Glenda finally broke the silence, "Can I ask you a personal question, Simon?"

"Sure, Glenda," he answered, liking calling her by her first name.

"Do you have a nylon fetish?" She asked.

"P-p-pardon?" He stammered, surprised by the question.

"Your Papa had a major nylon fetish. I have worn them every day since I met him. Even after he passed away, I have kept wearing them as it makes me feel young and sexy," Glenda revealed, which was true.

"Oh," Simon said, "apparently Papa and I were a lot alike."

"In more ways than one," Sara quipped, again implying something she didn't think her mother would catch.

Glenda, of course, did catch it and decided to continue. "Yes, Papa made me wear these garters and stockings everywhere." As she moved to show Simon the top of her sexy stockings and lace garter.

"Everywhere?" Simon mindlessly repeated, entranced by the garter and stockings he was staring at.

"God, yeah," Glenda said, leaving her skirt riding up. "At home, in the bedroom, at work, out on the town, to swinger parties."

"What?" Both Sara and Simon asked, simultaneously stunned.

Looking at Sara, Glenda continued, "Your father was a very, very kinky man. Christ, you think catching him naked after fucking me was an accident?"

"You caught them having sex?" Simon asked.

"Once," Sara admitted.

"I can't even begin to tell you what your father did the next time we had sex," Glenda continued, offering an olive branch.

"I don't want to know," Sara said, although she already had a hunch it had something to do with incest, something she wasn't ready to imagine about her father, even if she had committed it nonstop herself the past week.

Simon said, curious as hell, "You can't say something like that and just drop it," as he switched to the other foot.

"It's a little shocking," Glenda warned.

"More than the news that you and Papa used to swing?" Simon asked.

"Believe it or not, yes," Glenda nodded, before adding, really having fun with this conversation, one she would never have had if she hadn't overheard these two having sex last weekend, "although some of those swing parties were pretty wild too."

Sara, wanting to try and get involved in this seemingly two person conversation, quipped, "What, did you have sex with other women?"

"On many occasions," Glenda admitted, "although that started during my pageant days."

"Pageant girls making out is so hot," Simon added.

"Oh, we did a lot more than make out," Glenda added. "I mean for a while I thought cunt was a food group."

"Holy shit," Sara gasped, yet again.

Glenda said, "Don't pretend you didn't eat cunt in college, it's pretty much a rite of passage."

"Do you still eat cunt?" Simon bluntly asked.

"How could you ask your Nana such a question?" Glenda said all serious.

Simon, realizing he may have gone too far, apologized, "I'm so sorry, Nana."

Glenda burst out laughing, "I'm just kidding. I'd eat cunt in a heartbeat if given the opportunity."