Chapter 1: The App
Virgil’s mother, Lenore, was worried about him. He was approaching 28 and he still didn’t have a serious girlfriend or really any prospects. She knew that he’d been with girls in the past, through the neighborhood gossips and his Feed, but for some reason either the girls never stuck around or he pushed them away. Whenever she asked him about it, he just said he hadn’t been with the right woman yet.
That was about to change, though not in a way Lenore expected.
Lenore worked at a library, just as her mom had before her, and on this particular day, all the patrons and all her coworkers were excited to share the news.
“Did you hear about the new app?”
“They say it’s perfect.”
“Everyone is talking about it.”
“I downloaded it this morning.”
“Psst!” Lenore sounded at her coworker. “What’s this app everyone’s talking about?”
“You haven’t heard?” her coworker asked. “Supposedly, these data scientists created a dating app with a perfect algorithm.”
“There’s no such thing,” Lenore said.
“I would have said the same thing,” her coworker said. “But people are saying it’s really legit.”
“What’s it called?” Lenore asked.
“Luvr,” her coworker said, writing down the stylized spelling on a note card. “It’s tagline is ‘The perfect dating app.’ If you just search it, it’s the first one that pops up.”
“I’ll have to tell Virgil about this,” Lenore said. “He’s a data analyst, and he’s single. He’ll probably be really interested.”
“It can’t hurt,” her coworker said.
“My match is in Milan,” a library adult said. “How am I going to get to Milan? I don’t even speak Italian.”
“I’m lucky,” another library adult said. “My match is at least in the tri-state area.”
“I knew it,” a third one said. “I went to college with my match. I always knew we would be good together.”
Lenore didn’t need to tell Virgil about the app, as it turned out, because his coworkers were already downloading it in droves.
“It has to be a logistic regression algorithm,” one of Virgil’s male coworkers said, connecting his laptop to the overhead projector in the meeting room.
“No way,” a female coworker said. “It’s a clustering algorithm. That’s the only thing that makes sense.”
“What if it’s a nearest neighbor algorithm?” someone suggested. “I bet it’s pooling a bunch of data, then just guessing.”
The first coworker, who had hooked his laptop up to the projector, had already gotten a match.
“It’s too fast to be any of those,” he said. “Look at her.”
A picture and name had appeared on the screen.
“How do you talk to her?” Virgil asked.
The coworker found a letter shaped button and tried to send her a message, but a pop-up appeared. “Your match is not on Luvr, yet. Once she downloads the app, you will be able to message her.”
“That’s a joke, right?” the coworker asked.
“Someone else plug in,” the third coworker suggested, and the second coworker swapped the HDMI dongle over to her laptop.
It took a couple of moments, but another match appeared on the screen.
“He’s handsome,” the coworker said. “Look at that jawline.”
“It looks like he’s online,” Virgil said. “Why don’t you message him?”
The coworker went to send a message, but one appeared before she could.
“Hi there,” the message said. “I guess you’re my perfect match.”
“Looks like it,” the coworker said. “I’m Penny.”
“I’m Mike,” the man messaged back.
Virgil looked at his coworker and she was blushing a deep red.
“It looks like it works,” Virgil said. “Now I just want to tear into the code.”
“Where even is the code stored?” the first coworker asked. “I can’t find a Tree or a Bin.”
“I don’t think there is one,” Virgil said, taking the first coworker’s laptop from him. “I bet you it’s like WhichWatch. No Tree, no Bin, shouldn’t even run but it does.”
“We’re going to be out of a job if this shit keeps up,” Penny said. “Black box algorithms in magic apps.”
“Are you going to download it, Virgil?” the first coworker asked.
“Nah,” the third coworker said. “Virgil’s a Luddite outside of the office.”
“That old meme about shooting my printer if it ever makes a noise I don’t like,” Virgil said. “I probably won’t download the app. I don’t like putting anything on my phone if I don’t know how it works.”
“You sure you’re not just scared of finding love?” the first coworker asked.
“Aren’t you tired of picking up girls at Porto’s?” Penny asked.
“How would I ever get tired of picking up girls at Porto’s?” Virgil asked. “I’m not scared of some app because it might bring me love, I’m scared of some app because it could steal all my data and sell it to some dark web hacker.”
“If Luvr is real, would that be worth it?” the third coworker asked. “Your perfect romantic partner for a little bit of data?”
“There’s no data sales anyway,” the first coworker said. “If it really is like WhichWatch, the parent company doesn’t have access to the data. It’s all encrypted in-app.”
“I’ll wait and see,” Virgil said. “If you all get your identities stolen, I’ll know not to download it.”
“Weak,” the first coworker said.
“Whatever,” Virgil said. “You all have fun with your black box, I’m gonna take off.”
Virgil went home and tried to create a fake Luvr account, but it didn’t work.
“We’re sorry,” the app said. “It looks like you might be trying to use a false identity. We’d appreciate if you used your real name to create an account.”
“Damn,” Virgil said. “They’re good.”
He tried to decompile the app, but just like WhichWatch, it didn’t work. Where there should have been code making the app run and work, there was something he didn’t recognize, something that defied the laws of computer engineering, as if it’d come from a different world.
“Oh sweetie!” a voice called from the doorway. “Mommy’s coming in.”
Virgil closed all of his programs and was standing up when his mom came in. She was wearing her work clothes, stockings and comfortable black flats in a purple and black dress, with a nice lab grown diamond necklace that drew attention to her ample chest. Not for the first time, he had to stop himself from staring at her chest and look up at her green eyes. Her ginger hair was pulled back in a ponytail down her back.
“Hey mom,” he said.
Lenore’s eyes lit up as she saw him, standing there in his blue work shirt, sleeves rolled up around his elbows, and his khakis. Not for the first time, she found herself looking at the print of her son’s dick in his pants, the subtle outline of it under the cloth of his slacks, and had to pull her eyes up to his.
“Hey sweetie,” she said, crossing the room to kiss him on the cheek and run her hand through his dark red hair. “Have you heard all the hullabaloo?”
“The fuss about Luvr?” Virgil asked.
“Everyone at work was talking about it this morning,” she said. “The perfect dating app, can you believe it?”
“From what I’ve seen so far, I don’t know. The idea of an algorithm being perfect is pretty alien to me, but it looks like it works. One of my coworkers already found her perfect man. We’ll see if they’re still together in three months.”
“Have you thought about trying it?” Lenore asked. “I know you’ve been lonely.”
“Mom, I’m fine,” Virgil said. “Just because I don’t have a girlfriend doesn’t mean there’s something wrong.”
“I know, but I’d like to know you had someone,” Lenore said. “Someone other than your dear old mom.”
“What about you, mom?” Virgil asked. “You haven’t been with anyone since dad left. Have you thought about trying it?”
“Oh no,” Lenore said. “I couldn’t.”
“Why not?” Virgil asked.
His mom blushed. Virgil’s father had not been a positive influence on her self-confidence, and part of her felt like there wasn’t a perfect partner for her. But she couldn’t say that to Virgil. So instead she just stood there.
“I’ll tell you what,” Virgil said. “I’ll download the app if you do.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Virgil said. “We can both find our perfect matches.”
His mom thought for a moment.
“Deal,” she said. “Friday night, you can come over, I’ll make dinner, we can have some wine, and we’ll both download the app.”
“Deal,” Virgil said.
Later that night, Lenore reclined on her bed in her bathrobe. She picked up the remote to put something on her television, but stopped. She’d been a bit bothered by something all evening, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Something about Virgil and Luvr. She felt… nervous about Friday? A sense of nervous anticipation. But why?
She opened her robe and looked down at her body, her ample breasts and her wide hips, the hair above her pussy, her thick thighs. She hated her body so much, wishing she was thinner and more traditional. Was there really a perfect match out there for her? And Virgil. Was she ready to give him up?
That thought struck her as odd. He was an adult, of course he wasn’t hers anymore. But if he found his perfect match, would he still have time for her? Would he just run off with his new partner and leave her all alone?
Why had she agreed to download the app? It all seemed so… scary now.
Meanwhile, Virgil was asking himself the same question. He had always told his mom that he hadn’t been with the right woman before, and now he felt like he was staring down the barrel of a gun. How was he supposed to tell her that he was in love with her, that he’d been hoping beyond hope that one day he’d have the opportunity to… he didn’t even know, court her? What even was his plan? And now there was a deadline of only a couple days before he’d never have her. She’d have her perfect match and he’d have his, and there’d never be anything to bring them together.
Why had he agreed to download the app?
He went out to one of the state parks near him and started running, following a path he’d run many times before, up and down through the trees, tracing his way through the woods trying to clear his mind and lose himself.
The next two days were stressful for both of them, as they both wanted to call off their deal, but neither would. Lenore picked up her phone to text Virgil, then thought the better of it. Virgil went to send his mom a message over his Feed, but then stopped himself. Both found it hard to concentrate on work and neither was very much looking forward to their deal being closed.
When Virgil finally arrived at his mom’s house on Friday, he was ready for the glass of wine his mom offered him.
“You ready?” he asked, sitting down on the floor beside his mother’s legs, her short dress showing off her calves and thighs.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” his mom said, pulling our her phone.
They counted back from three, then downloaded the app. Then they counted back from three again and opened it. There was a long silent pause as the apps ran on their phones, and then a buzz and a tone as they were both offered their perfect matches.
Lenore gasped, covering her mouth, as her son’s face appeared on her screen. Virgil slowly turned his phone around so that his mother could see her own face on his phone screen.
They both sipped their glasses of wine for a long moment of silence, both trying to figure out what to say to the other.
“So what now?” Lenore asked.
“Well,” Virgil said. “According to the algorithm, you’re my perfect romantic partner, so I think we should date.”
Lenore sat forward on her knees.
“You’re my son,” she said. “I made you. I raised you.”
“And now I’m you’re perfect romantic partner,” Virgil said.
“Virgil, it’s incest,” Lenore said.
“Mom,” Virgil said, “I know. I don’t think that changes anything.”
“How can you say that?” Lenore asked.
“Because I think the algorithm is right,” Virgil told her. “I think you’re my perfect romantic partner.”
“Let me think for a moment,” Lenore said.
She stood up and walked around the living room from one side to the other and back again, pacing as Virgil watched her body moving in her dress, thinking about the way her breasts and ass moved as she walked.
“Alright,” she said.
“Alright?” Virgil asked, excited.
“We need some rules.”
“What kind of rules?” Virgil asked.
“First, nobody can know about us. I know that incest has been normalized lately with that Try Taboo challenge, and incest porn and all of that, but it’s still taboo. Nobody can find out.”
“It’ll be our secret,” Virgil said.
“Second,” his mom said. “We can’t have sex. I’m willing to give dating a try, but we can’t cross that line, because once we cross that line there’s no going back.”
“I’m disappointed, but I accept,” Virgil said.
“Third, and this is important… wait, you’re disappointed?”
“If we’re going to be together romantically, I think we should at least have sex on the table.”
“You want to have sex on the table?” his mom asked.
“I want to leave sex on the table while we’re dating,” Virgil said. “Where we do it isn’t my biggest concern.”
“Oh,” Lenore said. “Right. Anyway, the third rule is that if it isn’t working for any reason, we call it off and go back to being mom and son like it never happened.”
“I don’t know if I can agree to to that,” Virgil said.
“Why?”
“Because if it doesn’t work out, I’ll be heartbroken.”
“Oh, my baby boy,” Lenore said, taking Virgil’s head and pulling it to her chest. Virgil wrapped his arms around his mom and held her.
“I’ll do what I need to do to be with you,” Virgil said. “If that’s a condition, then I accept.”
Lenore kissed his head.
“Why don’t you go home,” she said. “We’ll have our first date tomorrow night.”
Virgil smiled. “That would be great, mom.”
Chapter 2: The First Date
Virgil wanted his first date with his mom to be special, so he thought all night and day about what they should do. He knew her favorite restaurants, but it felt too little. He could always take her to one of his favorites, but there was a chance he’d run into someone he knew, maybe even a girl he’d picked up at Porto’s one night.
There was one thing he thought would be good: Downtown was a fancy wine bar his mom had wanted to try, but said she never had the chance to try. But what about dinner? Everything seemed too… cliché. He wanted something perfect for the two of them, something nobody else would think to give her. He searched online until he found something he thought she would love, even if it wasn’t what she’d said she wanted.
“What should I wear?” Lenore texted.
“Either some of your librarian clothes or something fancy, either will work.”
Lenore split the difference. A black dress she hadn’t worn in several years that was only a little too tight, her leggings and a purple shawl from her work wardrobe. She grabbed a coin style necklace from her jewelry box and checked herself out in the mirror. When Virgil picked her up, he looked her up and down. It was odd to have her own son checking her out, but she also felt… sexy? Wanted? Desirable.
He drove her up to the north part of the city where she never went, up into the hills that surrounded their county, out to a small restaurant that had clearly been someone’s house before being renovated.
“Welcome to Reds and Reads,” the hostess said. “The bookstore’s on the left, the wine bar is on the right. Please don’t take wine into the bookstore, but feel free to take books into the wine bar.”
Lenore blushed as she looked at her son.
“This is wonderful,” she said. “I didn’t even know this place existed, but it’s everything I could ever ask for.”
“This is just the first part,” Virgil said. “The aperitif to the rest of the date.”
His mother found some books that she thought looked interesting, a romance novel, a literature novel, and a collection of horror stories, and Virgil bought them for her, before they walked over to the bar and got a couple glasses of wine. There was a back porch area with picnic tables, and they sat and sipped their wine while they talked about their books. The view was one of rolling hills, punctuated by yellow tufts and a blue and pink evening sky.
When they finished their wine, Virgil drove them back into the city, stopping at Umberto’s, a cozy pasta and wine place he’d read about but never been into. The host led them to a booth near the back, and the waiter brought them more wine, and they at slowly and talked slowly, and Lenore realized that it was the best first date she’d ever had.
Once they had eaten, but before they had finished their wine, a jovial Italian man came by their table.
“How’s the happy couple?” the man asked.
“Excellent,” Lenore said.
“That’s what I like to hear. What are your names?”
“I’m Virgil,” he said.
“The poet of Rome,” the man said. “Led Dante through the underworld. And you, ma’am.”
“Lenore,” she said.
“Pondered over volumes of forgotten lore,” the man said. “I love it. I’m Umberto, like the writer, and this is my restaurant.”
“It’s a pleasure, Umberto,” Virgil said. “You have a wonderful restaurant.”
“This has been amazing,” Lenore said.
“That’s what I like to hear. You two come back now. If I’m not here, you tell them that Umberto said you get the happy couples’ discount.”
Umberto placed a check on the table in between them and walked away.
Lenore reached for it, but Virgil grabbed it.
“My treat,” Virgil said.
“You’re not going to buy me everything from now, are you?” Lenore asked.
“I don’t know,” Virgil said. “I make much more than you do, so it seems fair I should pay for our dates.”
“I suppose I can let you pay for our dates,” Lenore said. “But you’re not going to spoil me and pay for everything. I can still pay for my own way like an adult.”
“I know you can,” Virgil said. “But you don’t have to do it all alone anymore.”
Lenore opened her mouth, but suddenly felt something in her eye. She reached the back of her hand up and brushed away a tear she hadn’t realized had fallen.
“All this time I’ve been worried about you being alone,” she said. “Really I’m the one who’s been lonely, haven’t I?”
Virgil nodded, reaching across the table to take his mom’s hand.
“You don’t have to be lonely anymore, either.”
He drove her home, then walked her to her door.
“You coming in?” Lenore asked.
“I don’t know if I should,” Virgil said. “It’s only our first date.”
Lenore rolled her eyes. “Come on, we’ll drink some more wine and watch a movie.”
Virgil waited on the couch while Lenore changed from her dress and leggings into a sweater and pair of pajama pants, then came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Do you want to take your overshirt off?” she asked.
“Should I?” Virgil asked.
“Well, I’m going to cuddle up on you, so if you think you’ll get warm, probably.”
Virgil took off his overshirt and kicked his socks off, throwing them into the chair beside them.
Lenore sat down on the couch and relaxed against Virgil, letting her cheek rest against his shoulder, her body pressing against his as he wrapped his arms around her. She let her hair down, and it fell across Virgil’s shoulder. She put something on the television, a show she’d been in the middle of watching, kissed Virgil’s cheek, then took her glass of wine and sipped it.
After a few minutes, she felt something poking her. She wondered what it was, thinking that Virgil must have something in his pocket, but when it twitched, she realized exactly what it was.
“Oh,” Lenore said.
“Sorry,” Virgil said.
“No, it’s okay. It’s natural, especially at the end of a date.”
There was a moment of silence between them.
“Does it hurt?” Lenore asked.
“No,” Virgil said. “It’s kind of uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Can I help it… go away?”
“There are many things that you could do to make it go away, but I think that would break rule two.”
“Right,” Lenore said. “I have a thought, but it’s kind of naughty.”
Virgil’s cock twitched against her as she said the word naughty.
“What’s your thought?” he asked.
“If I put something on the television, do you think you could… finish?”
“You want me to jack off in front of you?” Virgil asked.
“If it helps you out,” Lenore said.
Virgil thought for a second.
“Instead of putting something on the television, could you take your sweater off for me?”
“I’m not wearing anything under it,” Lenore said.
Virgil nodded.
“Oh,” Lenore said.
She blushed for a moment without saying a word, then lifted her sweater up and off. Her large breasts hung against her, shaking as she threw her sweater in a pile with her son’s shirt and socks.
Virgil reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling down his pants and underwear until his cock sprung upward.
Lenore’s mouth hung open as she saw her son’s cock, thick and throbbing for her. She wanted it, even though she knew she shouldn’t.
Virgil gripped his cock and began pumping it to his mother’s chest, up and down, precum glistening as it made a slick sound beneath his fingers.
Lenore moved a little bit, pushing her pajama bottoms into the floor and sitting back against the opposite side of the couch. She spread her legs so Virgil could see, then reached down and began to rub her pussy lips.
“Does this help?” Lenore asked.
Virgil nodded as he kept pumping.
“Can you talk to me?” he asked.
“About what?” Lenore asked.
“Can I talk to you?” Virgil asked.
“Yeah,” Lenore said.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Virgil said.
Lenore felt a warmth in her, a wetness she hadn’t felt in a long time. Her juices dripped onto her fingers as she rubbed, circling her clit.
“It’s so weird,” Virgil said. “Having you like this in front of me. I’ve thought about it, dreamed about it, and now you’re here.”
Lenore placed a hand on her breast, squeezing her nipple between her fingers as she watched her son masturbate for her.
“You have such a nice cock,” she said. “It’s perfect for me.”
“You made it,” Virgil said. “Your perfect match.”
“This is so wrong,” she said. “You shouldn’t want me. I shouldn’t want you.”
“Who cares if it’s wrong, it’s fucking hot.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, pumping his cock to her, the perfect cock, her perfect mate. She couldn’t deny her desires, even if she knew that her desires were impossible. When he looked at her, it was like it was just the two of them in the whole world, and only they mattered.
“Tell me you want it, mom,” Virgil said.
“I want it,” she said.
“What do you want?”
“I want your cum, baby,” she said.
Virgil’s cock splurted, and his cum shot out over his hand and stomach.
The sight of her son cumming at her words sent her over the edge, as she felt her own orgasm wash over her, leaning back over the side of the couch as it gushed over her fingers. She shook for a moment, before laying her head down against the back of the couch.
“Can I do something a little naughty, mommy?” Virgil asked.
“What’s your thought?” she asked.
“Can I taste you?”
Her impulse was to say no, but for some reason, she paused.
“Yeah,” she said. “Just your mouth and your finger though.”
He lifted her legs up and crawled between her legs. She had a brief thought about his cum staining the couch, but she realized she didn’t care as his tongue ran up her slit. She felt his lips and his tongue, drinking her juices like she was a fine wine. His fingers closed around her thighs as he dove into her, and she felt herself filling again, that warmth and wetness growing inside of her. She felt a finger inside of her, pressing up against her spot, and couldn’t help her hips from bucking against it, her body moving of its own pleasure as she ground down against his finger and lips and tongue. She held back for as long as she could, and then she gushed again, and her son didn’t stop licking, didn’t stop drinking.
She pushed his head away, and he sat up on his knees.
“That… felt really good,” she said.
“Good,” Virgil said. “I like making you feel good.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, then leaned forward and kissed his lips. It was a lover’s kiss, deep and loving, and she tasted herself on his lips and felt extra naughty.
“You should go home,” she said. “I need to clean up the couch and go to bed.”
“Can I come over again tomorrow?” he asked.
She nodded.
He dressed, and she did too, and she walked him to the front door. He turned around and kissed her, and she felt a conflict inside of her between how much she wanted to kiss him some more, and how much she didn’t think they should be doing that in the first place.
“Good night, mom,” he said.
“Good night, sweetie,” she said, watching him walk off to his car, excited to cuddle up to him and kiss him again.
She went back to her bed and lay down, putting her cell phone down on its charger, turning out the light, and crawling into bed. She felt for the first time like her bed was too cold, too empty.
Her phone chirped at her, and she picked it up to see a message from Virgil.
“Good night, my love,” it said, and she felt her heart beating quickly as she bundled up into her blankets and tried to sleep.
Chapter 3: Mom’s Bed
It had been a few days since Lenore had kissed her son like a lover for the first time, and she found that she really liked it. Virgil seemed to really enjoy it as well, pressing his cock between his mother’s legs as they made out on the couch like teenagers. It had been a long time since Lenore had felt so passionate about someone else in the way she felt for Virgil.
She’d let him undress her while they made out a couple times, but she hadn’t let him go further than that. He’d been a good boy about the whole thing, stopping wherever she told him the line was, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she would hold out. Every time he squeezed her thighs, or ran his hands over her ass, or let his palms knead her breasts, she wanted more.
It was Friday night, and Virgil had brought over some salmon filets and spring veggies and cooked her dinner, then they drank wine and ate what he’d cooked. When they were done, they moved to the couch, and they cuddled while watching one of Lenore’s shows, and before long they were kissing again, just as they’d done every night. Virgil slid her top off, then her skirt, then her bra and panties, and she was naked for him again. She undressed him as well, his top and shirt, his pants and underwear, until he was naked for her as well.
He tried to kiss her some more, wondering where she would draw the line tonight, but she surprised him by taking his hand and turning off the television. She led him down the hall to her bedroom and sat down on the bed next to him, then she began kissing him again.
They fell to the bed, kissing each other as their naked bodies pressed together, hands exploring, lips warm and wet. Virgil pushed her head to the side and wrapped his lips around her neck, and she moaned as he kissed his way down her body, sucking and licking at her, leaving kisses down her chest to her breasts. His fingers played with her pussy, spreading her pussy lips, finding her wetness. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue and lips on her as his fingers worked on her, and she lay back, moaning and writhing in pleasure. He had learned a lot in the past few days, and soon she felt herself about to go over the edge.
“Yes, baby,” she whispered. “Make mommy cum.”
He kissed her and she gushed around his fingers.
She lay back to the bed, panting while her body recovered while Virgil lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking his mother’s juices from them.
She rolled over onto him and kissed his lips, then kissed down his neck and chest. She kissed her way down his stomach, and then her hand found her target, gripping her son’s cock as she lowered her lips onto it.
Virgil gasped, letting his hand fall on the back of her head, fingers tangling in her ginger hair. Her lips slid down the length of his cock, then back up. It had been a long time since she had done this, and she felt nervous, but Virgil seemed to be enjoying it, moaning lightly as she came down. She rolled her tongue over the head of his cock and he shook a little. When she thought she was ready, she began to pump his cock up and down, her saliva coating it as her hand slid down and up, lips and hand pumping together, closing her eyes and listening to his sounds. His hand gripped her hair a little bit harder, and she knew that he was getting close. Faster, harder, pushing him to the edge until she felt his cock reach its limit.
“Fuck,” Virgil cursed.
His cum filled her mouth and slid down the back of her throat, warm as it made its way down to her belly. She licked and sucked as much of it as she could, then pulled away and crawled back up his body. She wasn’t sure if he would kiss her again, but he took her in his arms and kissed her anyway.
“How’d your old mom do?” she asked.
“It felt great,” he said.
“Good,” she said. “I think we could do this more in the future then. You taste really good.”
Virgil smiled, then closed his eyes. Only a few moments later, he was asleep.
Lenore took the remote from her side table and put her show on, cuddling with her son as he slept, listening to the rhythmic breathing alongside her show. She thought she could get used to him sleeping beside her.
Her show went off sometime later, and a late night investigation show started. She reached for the remote to turn it off, but as the title popped up on the screen, she stopped.
“Incest in America,” the report said.
“Incest has long been a taboo around the world,” a reporter in a green dress said, as the title screen faded away. “However, there has been an increase in consensual incest in America over the last three years. From a lust epidemic in smalltown America, to a viral incest challenge on the popular video app WhichWatch, and now, family members being matched by the ‘perfect’ dating app. Could the longstanding taboo finally be breaking?”
The reporter cut to an older man, with his name and the words “Professor of Sociology, American Incest Expert” appearing at the bottom of the screen.
“Consensual Incest in America has been on the rise since 2016,” the professor said. “But it’s really been picking up steam since 2020. A lot of millennials and zoomers are looking at the old taboos and saying ‘It doesn’t matter.’ They see it like not wearing a hat at the dinner table, or using different forks for beef and fish, outdated sensibilities for an older age.”
The report cut to an apparent interview with a brother and sister.
“Are you two afraid of the societal backlash? Sibling romance remains a hard taboo, even in our modern age.”
“Most people we meet don’t know, so we haven’t had to deal with it in a way that feels real yet,” the brother said. “We’ve been so focused on what we mean to each other that everything outside of that doesn’t really register yet.”
“Even if we do, I think it’s worth it,” the sister said. “Like you said, we might help others find the same kind of love that we have, and we’ve got our baby coming on the way, we’re about to start a life together. It’s our life and our dream, and we’ll fight anyone who tries to get in the way of that.”
The report cut to a young, well dressed man on the street. The difference in lighting and picture quality was jarring to Lenore.
“Luvr said my twin sister and I are a perfect match,” the man said. “Why would I doubt the perfect algorithm? She likes it, I like it, what business is it of anyone else?”
The report bounced back to the professor.
“The most common type of consensual incest relationship is between father and daughter, the second is between brother and sister, and the third is between mother and son. The rest come in various smaller amounts, aunts and nephews, uncles and nieces, cousins and such.”
“Does that mean the Oedipus complex is a bit of a myth?” the reporter in the green dress asked.
“In the original myth, Oedipus very much didn’t want to be in a relationship with his mother, and many of Freud’s other theories have been disproven over the years by science. But you have to remember the law of large numbers. Even if mother-son relationships are only at an average of five or six percent, once we start seeing hundreds of thousands of consensual incest relationships, that will still be thousands or even tens of thousands of couples.”
“Do you think we’ll see more consensual incest relationships in the future?” the reporter asked.
“I think it’s a guarantee,” the professor said. “Once the cat is out of the bag, it’s not easy to get it back in.”
“Do you have any messages for consensual incestuous couples who might be in hiding?” the reporter asked.
“I honestly hope you don’t have to hide soon,” he said with a smile. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of being in love.”
The reporter read her outro, and then the report faded off, replaced by some late night infomercial. Lenore switched the television off, and wrapped her arms around Virgil.
Love, she thought. Was she falling in love with her own son? And at the perfect time where soon she might not have to hide it from the world? How serendipitous. Maybe she should start rethinking rule number one, she thought. And rule number two, while she was at it.
“Hmm, mom,” Virgil muttered in his sleep.
“Go to sleep, my love,” Lenore said. “I’ll be here in the morning.”
Chapter 4: Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Lenore started taking Virgil to bed with her after their dates, though she still resisted breaking rule number two. She enjoyed waking up to his morning wood pressed against her ass or thigh, waking up to his kisses and whispering in the morning, his naked body warm and strong as it wrapped around her, the smell of his cum drying from the night before.
She felt a little pang of loss when he said his job was sending him out of town for a few days. They’d only just started dating, but the thought of not being able to sleep next to him for a few days made her sad.
“Where are they sending you?” she asked.
“I’ll be flying to Toronto for two days, down to New York for two days, then flying back.”
“Four days without you?” she asked. “What am I going to do?”
“You’ll be okay,” he said. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
He moved toward her, wrapped his arms around her back, kissed her lips.
“I’ll be missing you as much as you miss me.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible,” she said, kissing him back.
She made him his favorite dinner before he left, country fried steaks with hash browns, and they cuddled up in her bed naked and slept together one more time. She woke up to his cock between her legs, the length of it sliding up and down her wet slit as he kissed her lips.
“I have to go,” he said.
“Save travels, baby,” she said.
Four days felt like four years. She cleaned the house from top to bottom, but only a couple hours had passed. She watched her shows, but they weren’t as interesting as they usually were. She checked the clock, and it seemed to be standing still.
“I’m in Toronto safe,” Virgil texted her. “On the way to the hotel now. I miss you like crazy.”
She replied with a heart emoji.
She made herself a frozen pizza for dinner, then crawled into bed and watched her shows until she fell asleep. Her bed was too big and cold for her now that she knew what it was like sleeping next to Virgil. Her sleep was restless and broken, and when she woke up in the morning without being kissed, she missed Virgil even more.
“I wish you were here to kiss me good morning,” she texted.
“I’m going to kiss you so much when I get home to make up for it,” he texted back.
The next three days were very much the same, Lenore feeling the absence of Virgil as he was off at work, feeling every hour he was gone. But then it was almost time for him to come back, and she felt her heart beating fast in her chest as she realized he would be there to hold her soon.
“On the ground,” he texted. “Heading to you. Can’t wait to hold you again.”
She waited by the front window, peaking out as she waited for him. Finally the headlights cut around the corner at the end of the lane, and she saw his car pull up to her driveway.
Lenore had planned to wait inside for Virgil to walk up to the door, but as he opened the car and stepped out, she ran out and gave him a big hug. He held her back, gripping her like he didn’t want to lose her. He smelled like airplane, smelled like travel. She looked at him and kissed his lips, and he kissed her back, neither much caring about what the neighbors might think if they saw them.
She took his hand and led him inside, and he shut and locked the door behind them, before chasing her down the hallway to her room.
She pulled him into her bed and kissed him, and he kissed her, their hands undressing each other, clothes falling to the floor until their naked bodies were pressed against one another. Tongues against tongues, warm wet kisses placed on skin as they lost themselves in their pleasure, the bed shaking as they shifted, grinded, rolled around.
Virgil rolled on top of his mother, sucking on her nipples one by one as her hand pet the back of his head.
“Baby boy,” Lenore said.
He looked at her.
“I think I’m ready,” she said, spreading her legs for him.
“You’re sure?” he asked. “You said yourself, we can’t go back after we cross the line.”
“I’m sure,” she said. “Come home, my love.”
His strong hands gripped her thighs as he lined himself up with his mother’s cunt, before pushing inside of her. They both gasped in pleasure as his cock reached deep inside of her and her pussy squeezed down around him.
“You feel amazing,” she said.
“You feel incredible,” he said.
He began to thrust, his mother’s big breasts bouncing beneath him as her eyes closed and her mouth opened. He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her head to his, kissing her lips as he fucked her into her bed, the bed shaking and groaning at their movements. As he found his rhythm, she started to thrust back against him, the sound of their bodies meeting mixing with the sound of the bed as they pushed each other to their limits.
Lenore found herself making noises of pleasure she’d never heard before, a moaning from the back of her throat and the word “Yes” repeated as Virgil kissed her lips and cheek and neck. Virgil grunted in her ear as she felt him, his body tightening as he thrust.
“I want it,” she whispered.
“What do you want, mom?” he asked.
“I want your cum, baby,” she whispered.
Virgil kissed her, his lips against hers, tongue against hers, a lovers kiss she had only ever dreamed about before, and his cum shot inside of her, filling her cunt, her hungry womb taking it all, and she came, gushing around her son’s cock, her juices dripping down their inner thighs. She was overwhelmed with pleasure for a moment, surrendering to her son’s kisses, melting into the bed, her mind formless and light.
“I love you,” Virgil said.
“I love you, my baby boy,” she said.
They held each other for a long time, panting in the dark, until their breathing stabilized and they started kissing each other again.
“I missed your kisses,” Lenore told him.
“I missed sleeping next to you,” Virgil said. “Sleeping in hotel beds without you was torture.”
“Sleeping in this bed without you is torture,” his mom said. “I love waking up to your kisses and your…”
Lenore seemed uncomfortable saying the word.
“Penis,” Virgil offered.
“Cock,” his mom said. “I love waking up to your cock.”
“I love waking up to your body,” he said, rubbing her tummy and thighs.
“You don’t think I’m too big for you?” she asked.
“No,” Virgil said. “I think your body is perfect for me. I know you hate it, but I love the way you feel, the way you jiggle, the way you look when you walk around.”
His hand slid up to her breast, kneading it beneath his palm, fingers twisting her nipples, and she felt herself squirm again. She pressed her body to his and felt his cock beginning to harden again against her.
“What’s your favorite position?” Virgil asked.
Lenore blushed.
“Sit up,” she said, positioning Virgil on his knees.
She lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder, then pulled him toward her, guiding his cock to her entrance. She wrapped her other leg behind him, pulling him with her heel. His hands gripped her, one on her hip, the other on her breast, pulling her back to meet him as his cock slid back inside of her. She reached between her legs, her middle and ring fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circles as her son began to fuck her deep, his balls slapping against her with each thrust.
The pleasure built and built inside of her until she gushed again, her orgasm flowing through her like wine. She opened her eyes and Virgil was staring at her, her ginger hair wild and her eyes blank with ecstasy.
“I love making you cum, mom,” he said.
Her lips twitched, trying to smile but body flooding with chemicals.
“I love cumming for you, baby boy.”
He started thrusting again, and she started to rub herself again, and the pleasure started to build for both of them as their moans and sweat mixed together, the bed squeaking and their smells filling the room. His hand gripped her breast as his body began to tighten, his cock swelling inside of her as she felt herself filling with warmth and pressure. Closer and closer to the edge, each of them holding back for as long as they could, until the waiting became unbearable.
“Cum for me, baby,” she whispered. “Cum for mommy.”
And he did, and she did, juices gushing onto her sheets, moaning and shaking against each other. He unhooked her leg from his shoulder and leaned down, lying down on top of his mother, kissing her lips and neck as his cock softened inside of her.
“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” Lenore said.
“The best orgasm you’ve had so far,” Virgil said.
“I can’t believe how good incest feels,” she said.
“Forbidden fruit tastes the best,” Virgil said.
“It’s not that,” Lenore said. “It’s how much I love you and how much you love me. We’re so in tune.”
“The perfect match,” Virgil said.
“Exactly,” she said.
Virgil rolled to his mother’s side and held her, kissing her neck as he cuddled against her.
“There’s nobody else I’d rather be with,” he told her.
“Me neither,” she said.
Lenore listened to Virgil’s breathing until he fell asleep, and then she fell asleep next to him, and his warmth and the pressure of his body against hers made her happy.
Chapter 5: The Times They Are A-Changin’
Lenore had never known herself to have an exceptionally high libido, but something about Virgil made her insatiable. They did it on the couch. They did it over the kitchen counter. They did it on the table.
They always went back to their normal mother and son rapport after, but soon they slipped back into the role of lovers. A touch, a glance, a smell, a simple twisting at the edge of the lips. Lenore felt like anything could set her off. And then her panties were around her ankles, and her son was inside of her.
Virgil stopped going home for the most part. He’d come over after work, cook dinner, they’d drink wine on the couch and watch one of her shows, and then they’d fuck until they fell asleep. On the weekends they’d mostly fuck around the house all day, though they sometimes ventured out to try a new wine bar, or head over to their friend Umberto.
“The happy couple!” Umberto shouted when he saw them.
He’d come sit by their table and chat with them for a few minutes before moving on to the next guests. And then one day before he left he asked a question.
“You two have been coming here for a few months, and I don’t want to pry, but I am traditional Italian man, you know. You two are such a good couple, such a perfect fit, when are you going to have babies?”
Lenore blushed.
“We haven’t talked about it yet,” Virgil said.
“You should talk,” Umberto said. “It is good to think about children in a relationship. And if you decide not to have children, that’s okay, but you should talk about it. It is good to talk about it.”
Virgil drove them home, the streetlights passing overhead casting lines of silver over them through the windshield.
“Would you like more children?” Virgil asked.
“I’ve thought about it,” Lenore said.
“I’d like children,” Virgil said.
“You want children with your old mom?” Lenore asked.
“I’d like children with the love of my life,” Virgil said.
Lenore thought for a moment.
“People would find out,” she said. “The neighborhood, the hospital. Probably your coworkers too. Would you be okay with that?”
“You think I’m worried about breaking rule one?” Virgil asked.
“I’m scared of breaking rule one,” Lenore admitted.
“I’m not,” Virgil said.
“You’re very brave, my baby boy,” she said, touching his shoulder lovingly.
That night as he held her down to the bed, pumping his cock inside of her, she held his head to hers and whispered in his ear “Let’s make a baby.”
He shot rockets inside of her womb.
As Virgil slept that night, Lenore turned on the television.
“With a growing number of consensual incest couples, a push in the capital to legalize marriage between close family members,” the reporter in the green dress said.
“It’s wrong,” a women on the street camera said. “Folks shouldn’t be fucking their families.”
“It’s not wrong,” another woman on the street said. “I’ve never been happier with anyone other than my son, and it’s nobody’s business but ours.”
The Professor of Sociology and American Incest Expert was back on the screen.
“Of course I support legalizing consensual incest marriage,” he said. “That kind of stability in the family unit is something that civilizations of the past would have dreamed of.”
Lenore turned the television off and looked over at Virgil. She leaned down and kissed his lips, and he kissed her back in his sleep.
In the morning, Virgil drank his coffee and looked across the dining room table at his mother.
“Have you seen anything about this consensual incest marriage act in congress?” she asked him.
He nodded.
“In my free time I’ve been helping the campaign with their digital backend,” he told her.
“You have?” she asked.
“Don’t worry,” he said with a smile. “It’s not as nice as your backend.”
She closed her eyes and smiled.
“I was wondering what would happen if it passes. If maybe next year it was legal for us to marry.”
“Were you thinking about a wedding?” Virgil asked.
She nodded.
“A big wedding, with all of your friends and all of my friends. Unless they don’t approve, in which case, bye to them.”
He smiled.
“That would break rule number one,” he said.
“I think we’re a bit past that,” she said. “It doesn’t really matter much anyway. Luvr has matched up so many moms and sons that we’re just another app couple. Nobody will blink an eye as long as we tell them the app did it.”
“I’ve never been more grateful to an app,” Virgil said.
Lenore moved to the chair beside Virgil and put her head on his shoulder, and he held her with his left arm while he drank his coffee.
“I never thought I’d live in a world like this,” she said. “A world with you. A world where we could be together. These are strange times, but I think they’re good times.”
“I’m just happy to be with you,” he told her. “I love you, and I have loved you, and it’s a joy to be by your side every day.”
Lenore took the coffee mug from his hand and placed it on the dining room table. She took his hand and led him back through the house to her bedroom, where she pulled off his clothes and kissed his body.
She guided him down to the bed, his hard cock waiting for her as she crawled on top of him, pealing her panties from her pussy as she lowered her pussy lips down to the head of his cock. She ran the head up and down her lips, then let herself down, her son’s cock filling her up as it had so many times before.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you,” he said, gripping her hips and bucking against her in time.
She pulled her top off and tossed it aside, and immediately felt one of Virgil’s hands on her breast, squeezing. They found their rhythm as their hips bucked against each other, her breasts and ass bouncing as they fucked like animals, fast, deep, desperate. Every inch of his cock felt perfect as it thrust inside of her, pressing against her spots as she arched her back, pressing against his hands, feeling sensual and sexy and all kinds of things she’d never felt before Virgil.
She felt her first orgasm coming, building up inside of her. She looked down into his eyes, and he looked up into hers, and she gushed around him, her juices dripping down his thighs into her bedsheets.
“Turn around,” Virgil said, and Lenore did, lifting her legs as she spun around on his cock, showing him her plump ass.
He grabbed her ass and guided her up and down, faster and harder, watching it shake with each thrust as she moaned out. She reached down and played with her clit while she rode her son’s cock, letting her head fall back, her hair down her back.
“You’re incredible,” Virgil said. “The way your body moves is so fucking sexy.”
She felt her second orgasm building, his words filling her ears as she shook her ass, feeling him pumping up against her.
“Give me that cum,” she told him. “I want it. I need it.”
She felt his body begin to tense, felt his cock swelling, felt him gasp out, and his cum exploded inside of her, and then she was shaking and gushing and falling forward onto her bed as her son’s warm seed filled her womb.
She turned around and kissed Virgil laying down beside him as their juices dried on her thigh.
“I’d like to tell people about us,” she said. “I want to let people know how proud I am of my boyfriend.”
“No more rules one and two,” Virgil said.
“No more rules one and two,” she said.
“Deal,” he said.
Chapter 6: The Honeymoon
About a year after they first began dating, Virgil and Lenore welcomed their first child into the world, a little boy they named Bram. The consensual incest marriage act was in congress, but it was stalling, or rather congress was stalling it, and so they were unable to marry before giving birth. Lenore was disappointed, but Virgil told her to be patient.
Virgil gave up his apartment and moved in with Lenore, and when Bram came about, they moved into a larger house. When Bram slept, they fucked around the new house, christening each room with their juices and taboo moans. They introduced themselves to the neighbors, some of whom knew about their relationship and some of whom didn’t. One of their neighbors was a brother and sister couple, Peter and Lucy, and they made friends with them quickly, sharing in their illicit lifestyles.
After two years of waiting, it was an election year, and one candidate was promising that if he was elected, he would pass the consensual incest marriage act day one by executive action. Congress, not to be outdone, passed it before an electoral vote was cast. As of January 1st, Lenore and Virgil could marry.
It wasn’t a huge surprise when Virgil asked to take her out to a fancy dinner in the city. They got Peter and Lucy to babysit Bram, and Virgil took her to a fancy restaurant he’d found online. It was nice, but Virgil seemed a bit perturbed.
“What’s wrong, my love?” Lenore asked.
“It doesn’t feel right,” he said.
They ate in silence for a moment while he thought, before looking up at her suddenly.
“Umberto’s,” he said, waving his left hand. “Why didn’t I think of that before.”
“We can go to Umberto’s after dinner,” she said.
They ate dinner, then drove up to Umberto’s and sat at the bar.
“The happy couple!” Umberto said, emerging from the back of the bar. “How is my baby boy doing?”
“Bram is great,” Lenore said. “He’s trying to walk and talk, but he’s not quite there yet.”
“I’m glad you’re here, Umberto,” Virgil said. “I’ve got something I’d like you to witness.”
“Finally going to pop the question?” Umberto asked.
“Spoilers,” Virgil said, retrieving a small black box from his jacket pocket.
Lenore gasped and covered her mouth with her hands.
“Lenore,” Virgil said. “My mother, my lover, the mother of my child. You are the only woman for me. On January 1st, when it becomes legal for us to marry, I was hoping you could make me the happiest man in the world.”
He opened the box and inside was a wedding band with a shiny diamond.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes, my love,” Lenore said, wiping tears from her eyes. “My answer is yes. Today, tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives. It’s always yes.”
In January they married, alongside their new friends Peter and Lucy, and the friends and family and coworkers who had stuck around came to see them get married. They had lost some friends and family who didn’t approve, but as Lenore had once said, bye to them.
They decided on Italy for their honeymoon, and Umberto told them to go see his family while they were there. They flew into Rome and walked around the city as any other tourist couple. Merchants offered them treats and flowers, and every so often they would buy each other something. They found their hotel and unpacked, before heading down the road to find Umberto’s family restaurant.
Umberto’s restaurant was large and enclosed and dark, in the American style of making buildings. His family’s restaurant was the opposite, a small kitchen and dining room with large doors that led to a lot with outside seating.
“Americans?” the server asked.
Virgil and Lenore nodded.
“Are you the happy couple?” the server asked.
Virgil and Lenore smiled, nodded again.
“Are you Umberto’s sister?” Virgil asked.
“Colombina,” she said. “Come, let me introduce you to the family.”
They met Umberto’s mother and father in the kitchen, and they were spoiled with bread and wine and pasta and cheese. Colombina showed them to their seats, then brought out two of Umberto’s brothers, and another sister. There were more of them, of course, but, like Umberto, they had gone on their own paths. A large family, all happy and loving.
Virgil and Lenore ate and drank until they couldn’t anymore, and when the bill came it was less than half of what they were expecting.
“Umberto said you get the happy couples’ discount,” Colombina said.
Virgil paid them, as well as a generous tip, before taking his bride back to their hotel suite.
They made love in an unfamiliar land in an unfamiliar bed, only the two of them familiar. Lenore laughed sweetly, a bit tipsy from dinner.
“I love your laugh,” Virgil said. “What’s so funny?”
“I was just thinking about having a big family like that.”
“Yeah?” Virgil asked.
“Yeah,” Lenore said. “What’s stopping us?”
Virgil gripped her hips and kissed her, pumping faster and faster.
“Give it all to me,” Lenore whispered between kisses. “All your cum for me.”
“It’s all for you,” he whispered back.
Their bodies pulsed in time with each other, faster and deeper until they both hit the edge, his cum filling her womb, her juices gushing over his cock.
“I love you so much,” he said.
“I love you too, my baby boy,” she said.
As their sweat cooled in the winter air, they held each other closer than they’d ever thought possible, and talked about what they were going to name their second child.
