<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdk7pu9wPF1qi0b8uo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marco Beaumont<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beaumont Cabin - Living Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Lara and Kellen<br/><br/>It seemed like Marco had been driving all day. Just as soon as he had arrived home, he found himself on the road again with his mother and brother, the car headed to the resort the incest-enjoying family had been invited to. They had agreed to takes turns for the sixteen hour drive, and it seemed the first Beaumont son was given the task of being the first driver. However, Marco didn't mind too much as it gave him some time to speculate on how the next few weeks would play out. A resort full of families who had an affinity for incest. Was such a thing even legal? Regardless, the thought of finally being able to express his true nature with absolute freedom was indeed liberating to his spirit.<br/><br/>Time had passed, and the Beaumont family had finally arrived at the cabin that was to be their temporary home during their stay at the resort. Marco had spotted a few of the other families on the way from the back seat with his mother, and had already made a few mental notes to himself. Interesting was too mild a word for how he saw his time there going. Still, it would probably be a while before he met any of the others. The best thing for Marco was to just focus on settling in. He opened the car door on his side, and went to the trunk, taking out bags before he met Lara and Kellen inside.<br/><br/>Putting their luggage down by the doorway, Marco joined the other members of his family in admiring the decor of the cabin. Honestly, he hadn't expected the interior to be as luxurious as it was. Perhaps their stay there would be more bearable than he thought. Though, watching his mother's hips sway as she moved around the cabin told Marco it would have been fine either way. More and more he was being reminded why he had agreed to come along for the trip as she began to settle in and unwind. The Beaumont son missed checking out his mother.<br/><br/><em>"So... What shall we all do first?"</em><br/><br/>Easily, that was the question to answer, and once Lara returned to the living room, she would receive it. As her curvaceous form stood before the Beaumont boys with the bottle of wine in hand, the tall mother was approached by her much taller son. Deep, dark orbs looked down at her as a small smirk formed from his lips, one of his large hands rising to take hold of the neck of the bottle, effortlessly transferring it from his mother's grip to his own. "Well, seeing as I've been away for so long, how about we all catch up?" His words were casual, but his voice was stern as he set the bottle down onto a nearby table. In truth, Marco wasn't too fond of their mother's drinking habits. He understood why she needed one every once and a while, but he preferred her sober than tipsy anyday... Even if she was more of a wild fuck.<br/><br/>The hand that had placed the bottle down was now at the side of Lara's cheek, almost able to cup her face entirely as the other held to her hip. Years of basketball had stretched Marco's hands out to no end. It wasn't something he minded as he enjoyed the physical contrast between his masculine 6'4" frame to his mother's feminine 5'9". Still, as much attention as Marco was showing his mother, he did not forget about his younger brother, nor did he forget about the events that had taken place back at the house. Marco's smirk grew at the memory. In some odd way, he found himself actually being proud of how Kellen had acted, and was curious to see how his younger brother would respond if given more of a push.<br/><br/>"I would hope Kellen has been taking good care of you while I was away." Marco said to his mother, his hand now pushing her hair from her face to give him a better view of her beauty. Such a thing had been the cause of a lot of trouble early on in his life, but whenever he walked home from the park or school and his young, brown eyes caught sight of her soft, yet entrancing, gaze... her tantalizingly sweet smile... her irresistibly seductive, goddess-like body... Immediately, every bruise, every black eye, every busted lip... All of it became worth it, and was the reason Marco never lost a fight when it came to his mother. "I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't a bit jealous." His hand at her hip had made its way down so it was directly palming her ass, holding firmly to the plumpness of her bum as he would a basketball, with a bit more squeezes here and there. "Now that I'm back, we can finally make up for lost time." Leaning down, a firm kiss from Marco was placed upon his mother's lips, the rest of her curves being brought against the hard ridges of her muscular son.