Warning!!! Incest fic. Not for everyone. Somewhat based on the movie Adore. You have been warned.
Buffy and Faith are single mothers and best friends. They live side by side on the beach in Australia, along with their young sons William and Xander. The 37 year olds have been friends over over three decades. They've been through everything together.
For Buffy Summers no man has ever been able to compete with her love for William. For young William, no girl has ever measured up to his beloved mother.But lately there has been tension brewing in the Summers household. Feelings are developing between Buffy and William. Feelings that can never be acted upon. And to make things worse, Buffy isn't the only one noticing her William is all grown up.
Categories: Porn w/o Plot fics Characters:
Adult Language, Buffy/Other, Sexual Situations, Spike/Other
Chapter 1 by shithappens
The two young eleven year old girls ran down to the beach and lay down at the edge of the waves. They lay there in silence for a minute, just enjoying the sun. And then the blonde squealed.
“You’re so dead Faith,” she said, scowling up at the brunette, rubbing her eyes. Somehow her friend had managed to cup the seawater into her hands and drop it right into her eyes.
“Whatcha gonna do B?” Faith giggled.
Buffy responded by throwing a handful of mud which hit
Faith straight in the chest.
Faith mock gasped.
“Oh what will I ever do now?”
“Shut up Faith,” Buffy said, rising up.
“Make me,” her friend said.
Buffy paused for a moment, and then began giving chase to her friend.
She tackled Faith, then rolled her over and began tickling her.
“Uncle….uncle” Faith squealed, signaling her surrender and Buffy finally let up.
Faith pushed her friend off and both girls lay there on their backs, just enjoying the quiet.
“Best friends forever?” Buffy asked.
“Forever,” Faith replied.
The years passed. Boyfriends, engagements, marriages. And finally kids. Buffy and Riley had to William. Faith and Wesley had Xander. The girls stayed best friends through it all. When Riley was killed in action in Iraq, Faith was there for Buffy. When Faith divorced Wesley, Buffy was there for Faith.
Buffy and Faith just lay there on the beach. It was their weekend ritual and even twenty-five years later, it seemed like nothing had changed. Four strong feet ran passed the two women. Neither of the women moved, they just continued to sun themselves.
Buffy sat up first, removing her straw hat to watch the boys surf the waves.
“They’ll be fine B,” Faith said, turning over to lie on her stomach.
“It’s not that,” Buffy said. “It’s just…..”
“Just what?” Faith said.
“It’s like suddenly…..they’re all grown up,” Buffy said wistfully.
Faith turned over, then sat up too.
“You’re right,” she grinned, watching the nineteen year olds. “They’re….beautiful. Aren’t they?”
“They are,” Buffy smiled. “We did good.”
The boys ran towards their mothers, holding their surfboards and jostling each other.
“How were we?” William asked earnestly.
“Perfect sweetie,” Buffy said, giving her son a sweet smile. “Both of you. Right Faith?”
“Some more perfect than others,” Faith quipped, giving her son a wink. “Right baby?”
“Damn right,” Xander laughed.
“Don’t be starting something you can’t finish Harris,”
William threatened, good naturedly.
“My son can kick your son’s ass,” Buffy ribbed Faith.
“You can kiss my ass B,” Faith said, pushing Buffy away.
“And that goes for your son too.”
William blushed when Faith gave him a wink. Buffy rolled her eyes at her friend’s behaviour. Faith was perpetually doomed to behave like a teenager.
“Run along you two,” Buffy ordered. “Go ahead and start up the BBQ. I’m starving.”
“You certainly look like it,” Faith said out of the corner of her mouth.
“Shut up,” Buffy said. “I’m atkins-ing.”
“Last one in is a…..” Xander began, but William didn’t give him the chance. He just raced up the beach and up the stairs.
“Cheater,” Xander grumbled as he chased after his friend.
When the sun finally went down, Buffy and Faith gathered their towels and their belongings and walked up the beach and up the stairs to their respective houses.
“I’m gonna go change B,” Faith said. “Catch ya at dinner.”
“Cya,” Buffy said.
Buffy walked up her white steps and entered her house through the back porch. The BBQ was still unlit.
She shook her head. Typical.
“Will?” she asked. “William?”
No response. God, she was going to kill that boy. Sighing, she placed her beach belongings on the table and walked up the stairs, ready to give him a piece of her mind. She paused at her room. William’s room door down the hall was slightly open. Without giving it a second thought, she barged over to his room. She made to push the door open, but froze at what she saw.
William was standing in front of his full length mirror, admiring himself. Butt naked.
Oh my god, Buffy thought, freaking out. Why didn’t I knock? She was about to look away, but then William turned, showing off a rippling six pack, still wet from a shower.
When did that happen? she wondered, taken aback. She knew he had been hitting the gym religiously. But a six pack? So far, all she had done was wonder idly. But then her eyes wandered down to where they absolutely shouldn’t have. Not in a million years.
Oh. My. God.
At that moment, Buffy knew her little William was all grown up.
More grown up than most, she couldn’t help but thinking. Mmmm.
Oh god, Buffy suddenly realized. What am I doing? She was ogling William. Her William. Her son!!!!!!! That thought snapped her out of her daze even as he opened up his laptop. He stared at it, for a moment, then looked over his shoulder, guiltily.
Buffy moved away, breathing heavily.
God, she thought. What did I just do? I just….
Buffy shook her head. She didn’t. She hadn’t. This had never happened. But then she heard a soft sound coming from his room. Buffy paused. She turned to go. But then, somehow she found herself turned around and peeping in.
He was sitting on the bed, his sinewy, muscled body illuminated by the soft white glow of the laptop. Buffy saw him spit on his hand. Then he began touching himself.
Buffy felt aghast. Shocked. Disgusted. But then she realized that wasn’t all she was. She felt like she was……
Wet, she realized, looking down. Her panties were soaked. She was dripping wet.
Oh my god, she thought. I’m sick. Sick. Sick. Sick.
And still she couldn’t stop watching him. She saw his strokes lengthen, even as he bit his lip, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. She saw his adams apple bob up and down as his hand moved faster and faster. She knew what was coming. She knew she should look away. Somehow, she couldn’t. She was transfixed. All she could think of was how long it had been since she had a date. It had been so long. So many years. She clenched her thighs when she imagined having a young, huge, throbbing cock between her legs. And suddenly it wasn’t just any cock between her legs.
“William,” she heard herself say.
Oh my god, she thought, even as she opened the door and stepped inside. Did I say that? Out loud? What am I doing? It was like she had lost control of herself. William turned to look at her. His eyes were wide with fear, shock and shame. His cock was glistening with a coat of his own saliva. Quickly he grabbed a towel that hung on the chair and stood, slamming his laptop shut.
“I…I…I” he stammered. “I wasn’t….”
“You weren’t what?” Buffy said gently, shutting the door behind her.
“N.N.Nothing,” William stuttered. “I wasn’t doing anything……”
She walked up to him until she was standing right in front of him. Her eyes flickered from his towel covered waist, up his gleaming sweaty chest and onto his beautiful face.
“Don’t,” he protested when she picked up his laptop. She opened it. There were a series of pictures running in a slideshow. She was in everyone of them, sunbathing in various bikinis. She looked at him again. He had dropped his head, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“It’s okay baby,” she said, touching his face. “I’m not angry.”
“Y..Y…You’re not angry?” he said, almost gasping for air.
“I could never be mad at you,” Buffy said, gently stroking
his cheek. “I promise.”
I could cut myself on those gorgeous cheekbones, she thought, breathing in heavily. Her eyes moved to his lips. They looked so soft. His proud aquiline nose seemed to be flaring. His newly dyed shocking blonde hair was still damp from his shower. And finally, his soft blue eyes. They were warm and wet. God she loved those baby blues.
She ran her hand down his chest, her fingernails tracing a few muscles along the way. He flinched when her hand landed on his waist.
“W.W.Wait,” William stammered. Buffy smiled at his shyness, gently shooing his fingers away.
“It’s okay baby,” Buffy whispered, touching his face with her other hand as she looked deep into his eyes. “It’s just us. No one will ever know. I promise.”
And with that, she divested him of his flimsy shield and tossed it aside.
She lowered her eyes to look at him. He was beautiful, she thought. Like white translucent marble with dark veins and a prominent head. But then she noticed he was flagging. She looked back up at him to see his cheeks aflame with embarrassment and lust.
“I….I...” he stammered.
“It’s okay sweetheart,” she cooed, reassuringly. He gasped when she reached between them, gently wrapping her palm around his cock. It only took two languid strokes of her palm for him to be fully hard again.
“It’s okay baby” she said, as he shut his eyes, his body shuddering. “I’ll take care of you. Like I always have.”
And with that promise Buffy dropped down and on to her knees, wrapping her mouth around William’s cock. Her mouth moved up and down, again and again until she finally heard him gasp and groan and hiss. She could almost taste him on her tongue....
Buffy’s glazed eyes came back into focus. She was still standing by the door. William was lying on the bed, sighing deeply. She saw him reach for the tissues by the bedside and wipe himself off. And then with a small chuckle, he swung out of bed and headed for the bathroom. The sound of the shower snapped her back into reality. All she was left with were a ruined pair of panties and an overwhelming amount of shame. She fled into her room, with a throbbing pussy and a guilty conscience.
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