H Tales Of A Reincarnated Elf

by Srtyi

I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while traveling with a beautiful female elf Formerly an otaku, the hero who was just reincarnated became a handsome elf prince of another world. In his previous life he was just a plain-faced man, so in this world he uses his high position as a prin

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255 My Aunt Sat On My Lap In A Crowded Car

It all started when I was least expecting it. I never thought in my whole life that I'll have the chance to fuck my aunt.

This is the story of my wildest dreams getting fulfilled. About me, I am a 19-year-old guy with a slim body, 5'11" height and surprisingly an 8-inch cut cock with a huge pink mushroom head.

About my aunt, she is a 43-year-old fair skinned woman with pretty big boobs (which turns out to be 36 C Bra) and a nice big ass. She was a bit fat but she was fat in the right places. She was only 5'4″ in height.

We live in the nearby apartments, so I often was able to see her and jerk off thinking about her. It was one of my fantasy to fuck her, which one day came true.

It was one fine morning when my family decided to go on a trip to this far temple, which is about 100 km from our home. My aunt's family was also joining us. We were 8 adults and we had to adjust to a Duster which is a five-seater.

Somehow my aunt ended up sitting in my lap, at first I didn't feel much as we all were engaged in a conversation. After a few minutes, my family was silent and some song was playing.

I was seated on the right end of the seat while my sexy aunt on my lap. Now I realized the opportunity I had in my hands, literally in my hands. I had the woman who I had a lot of fantasy dreams with.

I was wearing a veshti (Dhoti) and shirt. She was wearing a beautiful Red Saree. There were a million thoughts inside my head, should I use this chance? Should I not??

After a while, I took the courage to go for it. I slowly put my right hand on her right thigh. It was so soft and I kept my hand there for a while. After a while, I took more courage and started caressing her thighs.

Oohhh! Man, I was a few steps away from stepping into heaven. She didn't react to what I was doing. After I got bored of her sexy thighs I got my hand a little higher to her waist. As soon as I placed my hand on her soft bare skin which was open, as she wore a saree. She turned at me but said nothing.

I didn't know what it meant so I gave it a few minutes and again started. By this time, I was pretty bold. I started to trace through her skin, caressing her sexy waist. I played with her belly button for a while.

All my actions were not visible to others because of her saree. As I was pretty horny by now, my cock was semi-erect and placed right between her ass cheeks. I was pretty sure that she was feeling my cock now.

She didn't turn but I saw her biting her lips and she made her face expressionless in a moment. I took that as an approval and moved my right hand from her sexy belly to her juicy melons in the top.

As I pressed them hard, my cock was getting harder and poking her ass. It was softer than I expected. I was enjoying the position I was in. I was massaging her big juicy boobs while drilling her with my cock on her ass.

But, unfortunately, our trip came to an end and I was forced to stop enjoying her. After we came back from the temple. My aunt didn't sit on my lap which made me terrified.

All the way back home I was scared. But nothing bad happened to me. So I moved on considering our secret was safe.

After a few days, my aunt called me to her home for helping her lift some heavy objects. Uncle was out of town, and so was my aunt's daughter. Basically, she was home alone.

I didn't keep much eye contact with my aunt because I was kinda afraid that things might go wrong for me. But I was wrong. She locked the main door and asked me to come to the bedroom.

I followed her, she was waiting there with her hands folded and head up high. I entered the room and saw her. She broke the silence. she said,"Come here, Don't be shy!"

I went near her. We sat on the bed. She started talking. "I've been lonely these days and to be honest your uncle tries his best to keep me satisfied. But when I felt your dick the other day, it felt pretty big and good. I've done a careful thinking and I'm ready."

I was shocked to hear what she just said. She smiled at me and said, "It's normal in this age, come on now, make me feel young again," and she started caressing the small bulge in my shorts caused due to my semi-erect dick.

She came close and I knew that I was in for a great time. We started off by kissing. I took over, I started kissing her deep. Her lips were soo soft and juicy.

While I was kissing her, I started to massage her boobs over the nightgown that she was wearing. To my surprise she was not wearing a bra, I was able to feel her nipples through the nightgown.

I smiled at her, she smiled in a very naughty way and she fell on the bed, pulling me towards her. I was on top of her. I kissed all over her face and kissed her neck while she softly moaned.

While I was unzipping her nightgown, my aunt said, "Wait! Let me see your dick first." I said okay and let her unzip my shorts and my underwear.

My dick popped out as she did. she was happy to see my dick. It was a cleanly shaved 8-inch cut cock with a big pink mushroom head. She held it in her small hands, she could keep three hands of her size to fit my whole cock's length.

She started stroking my cock making it harder. But the thing she did is something that I thought she won't. She started to kiss my cock head and then she started to slowly suck it. I was on cloud nine. I enjoyed my cock inside her mouth.

She was doing wonders with her tongue to my cock head. She stopped for a moment and said that my pre-cum tasted great. She started sucking again. I was sure she was enjoying my cock.

While she was sucking my cock, I was holding her head with one hand and massaging her boobs with another. After making my cock hard as hell she just stopped and lay back on the bed. I understood the gesture and undressed her.

Damn! She was a beauty that was to be admired. I thought I was lucky. She said,"Go on!" and I started to kiss every inch of her body. As I was kissing between her thighs, working up towards her pussy, she started to moan.

It is the slight moans she gave that made my dick throb. I reached her clean shaved pussy and she asked me,"Do you like it?"

I didn't answer. I went straight to kissing her sexy pussy. It was already wet for me. I started putting my tongue inside that juicy pussy.

She was enjoying my tongue inside her pussy and she shouted that her hubby never liked to suck her pussy. So I gave her the pleasure a little more.

I couldn't wait anymore so, I took my cock and started hitting it on her pussy and positioned my cock head to her pussy hole. I slowly penetrated my dick inside her wet warm pussy. She gave a soft moan.

Then slowly I leaned forward, slipping my whole dick inside her pussy, reaching her lips and started kissing her while moving my hips to and fro, softly fucking her.

She held my hair while kissing me. She spread her legs very wide for me to fuck her more conveniently. So I did. She told me to fuck her harder, so I started fucking her more and harder.

She continuously moaned, enjoying my cock inside her. The room was silent so we could hear the sound caused due to me smashing her pretty ass. I took my dick out and turned her, told her to come to the doggy position.

I started to fuck her from behind while holding her head from the back. She started to moan out louder and then she shouted that she was gonna squirt.

I enjoyed as her juices rushed over my cock while I was fucking her pussy. I took out my cock and turned her around and jerked my cock a bit and cummed all over her sexy body.

We both were exhausted, so we lay down on the bed for a while, kissing and cuddling with each other. Then after some time, I kissed her forehead and pinched her ass and left for home.

This is my first story guys! Sorry if I have made any mistakes. Give me your feedbacks through my mail. I'm a 20-year-old single guy always looking for fun..

256 Orthodox Mom Fucks Her Son

Hi everyone. I am back with another fantasy story of mom and son. This story revolves around some sexual rituals between a village mom and son.

This is Ricky. I am 19 years old. I am a degree 2nd-year student.

Coming to my mom, she is Yamini, 41 years old orthodox women. She looks like 30 years old women because of her slim body and fair, tight skin. She is educated even though she believes superstitions, and she has a lot of spirituality. She believes even fake status (hermits). She will do whatever they say.

We are a happy family. My dad was always busy looking after his business. He always leaves for Mumbai.

During my 1st year of degree around September month, I met with an accident and got injured, but I was fine. My mom worried a lot about me. After my recovery again, I got dengue fever, and I fell ill. Due to missing regular classes, I failed in one of my first-year degree subjects.

Later during my 2nd-year degree, I had a fight with some people in my college. By looking at all these problems that occurred to me frequently, my mom started worrying about me.

She always used to say that I have some error with my astrology, and I have to consult a sadhu(hermit) to resolve that. Then one of my mom's friends advised her to consult sadhu, who lives in a small village near to our town. She said that he is very powerful and can resolve any types of flaws in astrology.

My mom fixed an appointment for us to meet him immediately, and she took me there. It's a big ashram (hermitage), where many people visit there to remove their flaws. My mom and I started walking into that hermitage.

Mom: Ricky, now we are going to meet sadhu ji. Greet him with respect. Do whatever he says.

Me: Mom, I guess this will not work. Many of them are fake. They just do it for money.

Mom: Shut up. Just don't talk rubbish. Behave yourself. Otherwise, you have to face many consequences.

Me: Mom, cool down. I will be good.

We walked into the ashram, and one person invited us inside. We walked almost 1 km, and finally, we saw one old sadhu (hermit) sitting on the rock. I was shocked when I saw him. He is sitting completely naked and chanting some mantras. Some people stood around him and serving him. I felt embarrassed by watching that.

Me: Mom, why is he sitting naked?

Mom: Shut up. Don't talk a word.

We reached him. My mom took his blessings and sat in front of him. My mom looked at me and gave me a gesture to take his blessings, and I did. We both sat in front of him. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I gave a smile at him and greeted him. He then looked at my mom and asked us what's the problem.

Mom: Sadhu ji, he is my son. From past 6 months, he is not feeling good. He is facing many issues like accident, illness, quarrels, and he also failed in one of his subjects. Please check what's wrong with him and provide us a solution.

He placed his palm on my forehead after listening to my mom. He closed his eyes and chanted some mantras. After a couple of seconds, he opened his eyes and removed his hand on me.

Sadhu: There is a big problem with your son. He is surrounded by evil spirits. They are trying to make your son feel sick. He has a big flaw in his astrology.

My mom was shocked by listening to his words. She broke into tears.

Mom: Ji, please solve our problem. We will do whatever you say.

He placed his hands on my mom's forehead and chanted some mantras.

Sadhu: the same evil spirits also following you. You and your son are both in danger. There is only one solution to get rid of them. You both together have to do a ritual to satisfy the evil spirits. Then only they will leave you.

Mom: Tell us what to do, Ji. We will do as you say.

Sadhu: Tomorrow early morning at 4, there is a moment (muhurtham). You both have to do head baths and light the fire at the east face in your home. Sit in front of the fire and chant mantras which I will give to you. You have to perform this for two hours and continue doing this for three days.

Mom: Sure, Ji, we will do it.

Sadhu: Very important thing is you should not have a single piece of clothing on your bodies while you do this ritual.

I got a sudden shock after listening to that. My mouth was wide open, and I stared at sadhu Ji. After a couple of seconds, I looked at my mom. I can see my mom was also in shock.

Mom: Ji, is it compulsory to be naked while doing rituals?

Sadhu: Yes. You have to be naked while you are doing this. Then only the evil spirits will satisfy and leave both of you. Please come to me after you finish your rituals. I will set you free from those evils.

Mom: Ok, Ji. Please give us mantras. We will do it.

Sadhu Ji gave a book of mantras to my mom. My mom took them, and she took his blessings. She kept some money in his box, and we started walking out of the ashram. I was looking at my mom with a shocking expression. I can't believe that my mom agreed to do that ritual naked.

We haven't seen each other naked. I never remember watching my mom naked. I stopped showing my body to my mom when I was 10 years old. I have no fucking idea how it is possible to perform those rituals naked together.

Me: Mom, what the hell that sadhu saying? I think we are in the wrong place. Are we going to perform those rituals naked?

Mom: We don't have another option. You heard that we both are in danger. We have to get rid of these evil spirits.

Me: That sadhu is naked, so he said to us the same thing. Let us consult any other sadhu. They will provide us with a better solution.

Mom: Ricky, you shouldn't talk like that. He knows our problem. He can provide us with a better solution. You have to believe him.

After reaching home, my mom and I were arguing about the rituals. Finally, my mom made me agree to do them. The day passed. I slept in my room, and my mom slept in her room.

1st day of rituals.

It's 2:30 in the morning my mom woke me up. I got up full of tension. My mom was wearing her saree. She arranged everything for rituals. She asked me to go and do a head bath. She gave me a towel.

Mom: Honey, come fast. We are running late. I have to take a bath after you.

I slowly walked into the bathroom and completed my bath. I was so worried and embarrassed to get out of the bathroom naked. I dried my boy and stepped out of the bathroom, tying my towel around my waist. I walked to my mom, and she was sitting on the couch.

Mom: Come on, take if your towel and get ready.

I hesitated to do it. I slowly placed my hand on the towel and dragged it. I immediately covered my dick with the other hand before my mom saw it. I can't believe I was standing completely naked in front of her, covering my 7" dick with my hands.

Mom: Good boy. Now, wait, I will complete my bath, and let's start this.

She walked into the bathroom. After a few minutes, my mom came out of the bathroom, wrapping her towel around her body. I was shocked, looking at her. Her towel can only cover up to her thighs. She has a fair complexion and perfect shape. I tried to avoid staring at her, but it's not possible.

I can feel my dick was growing under my hands. Suddenly my mind started focussing on my mom's body. She looked very beautiful, wearing only a towel. I can't believe that I am going to watch a full view of her naked body in a couple of minutes.

My mom and I walked towards the arrangements. We both sat opposite each other, and in the middle, there are arrangements for rituals. My mom looked at the time. She removed the towel on her body in front of me. I was shocked and felt like heaven after watching her.

Her body is milky white. Her shapes are perfect. Her milky boobs were round and stiff, pointing at me. Her belly is flat and sexy. Her pussy was covered with a small thin layer of brown hair. It is very tight, and I can see her pink lips. My mom was sitting casually without any worries about her body exposed to me.

She was only concentrating on ritual. She was even not watching me. She was holding a matchbox and an oil bottle. So she was unable to cover her body. My dick became completely erected, and I am closing it with both of my hands.

My mom poured some oil in front of the woods and lit the fire with the matchbox. She gave me the oil bottle and asked me to keep it on by putting the oil in the fire during the ritual. Now I have no option. I should remove both of my hands and take the oil bottle.

I know my hard erected dick and my balls will be clearly visible to her. Slowly I removed both my hands from my dick, and immediately my dick raised 90 like a spring. I saw my mom looking at my erection for a second while giving me the oil. She took the chanting book and started reading it.

I was completely focussing on her body, and my dick became fully erect. My mom was too focused on ritual, but I am not. The rituals continued for two hours, and we were sitting there exposed to each other for the first time. I observed my mom staring at my hard-on a couple of times during the ritual.

After 2 hours, we were done with the task.

Mom: It's done. Put off the fire.

My mom stood up, saying this to me. She walked away into the room, and I had a clear view of her back. Her ass was round and fit. Her ass cheeks became red because she sat on the hard floor with bare ass for two hours. Her body became wet because of the heat of the fire.

She entered into the other room, and I put off the fire. After a couple of minutes, she came back wearing a pink nighty and saw me still sitting on the floor.

Mom: Come on, honey, get up, and get dressed. We're done for today.

I stood up and walked into my room and put on a single boxer. Later my mom walked into my room and sat on my bed.

Mom: Honey, are you concentrating on ritual? I know it's awkward to do this without clothes on. But it's part of the rituals. You have to focus on what you are doing. Or else it will be wasted.

Me: Mom, I am focusing on ritual now. Please don't irritate me. Please leave.

My mom laughed.

Mom: Hahaha, you are really cute. Ok, I will prepare breakfast

She left the room. Her beautiful body was still flashing in my eyes, and I can't stop thinking about that. First I felt embarrassed, but later I started enjoying a lot. There were two more rituals, and I am eagerly waiting for the next one. The hours went very casually, and I was thinking about my mom's body all day.

2nd day of rituals.

My mom came into my room early in the morning at 2:30. I saw her standing beside me, wrapped with her towel around her body. This time she was ready for the ritual and came to wake me up. By watching her, my dick started growing under my boxers, and it became a huge tent on my boxers.

I saw my mom staring at that. My mom asked me to get ready. I walked into the bathroom to freshen up myself. After that, I came out of the bathroom, and my mom was sitting in front of the arrangements waiting for me. I stood in front of her wrapping towel around my waist.

My mom removed my towel and asked me to sit. I removed my towel, and this time, I haven't covered my dick with my hands. My hard dick was pointing towards her beautiful face. My mom started at that, and immediately she turned her face. I sat in front of her, and we started the sexual ritual.

I really started enjoying her nude body. My dick was rock hard all the time. I started thinking about stuff about my mom. My mom stood up and started walking.

Then I stood up and started walking into the room. Unfortunately, I stepped on an oily floor and slipped. My knees touched the hard floor very hard, and it made a big sound. I felt like I broke my knees. It felt a lot of pain and screamed.

Mom: Honey, what happened? Are you hurt?

My mom rushed towards me, and she lifted me up. Her boobs and belly were touching my body. She helped me to walk up to my bed and made me lay on my bed. She walked out of the room, and after a couple of seconds. She came back wearing a nighty. She sat beside me and started rubbing my both knees.

Mom: Are you feeling pain?

Me: Yes, mom, it's like I broke my knees.

My dick was still semi-erect pointing at her face.

Mom: Look at how those evil spirits are trying to hurt you.

Me: Mom, please. Stop talking nonsense.

Mom: Cool, honey. Wait, I will massage your knees. You will feel comfortable.

She walked out of the room and came back with an ointment. She sat beside me and placed a napkin on my hard dick. The napkin is very short, and it became like a tent. She started massaging me with her soft hands, and I felt very horny. I forgot my pain and enjoying her massage.

Mom: Did you hurt anywhere else?

I pointed at my thighs and said it's painful from my knees to hip. She moved her hands and started rubbing my thighs. My dick got bigger by her touch, and the napkin can cover only half of it. I was enjoying her massage and was in heaven. After massaging me for 15 minutes, she asked me, "Are you ok now?"

Me: It feels better, mom.

Mom: Ok, then I will prepare breakfast. Meanwhile, you just take some rest.

She stood up and started walking out of the room. I called her, "Mom."

Mom: What?

Me: Could you please help me with my boxers?

Mom: Of course, baby.

She took a fresh boxer from my shelf, removed the napkin on my dick, and helped me to put it on. While she bent to put the boxers, her face came near to my dick. I am sure she had a clear view of it. She put it on and walked out of the room. The whole day I was thinking dirty stuff about my mom.

The next day was the last day of our rituals. I was feeling very sad because I might not get many chances like this again in my life.

Day 3 of rituals.

The next day morning, my mom, as usual, came to my room to wake me up. She wakes me up. Once I opened my eyes, I saw my beautiful mom standing beside me with a loose hair wrapping towel around her body. She was sexier than before.

My dick became hard. I was not able to control my feelings, but I don't dare to seduce her. I walked into the bathroom and had my shower. I came out completely naked with my hard-on and sat beside my mom. My mom started chanting those mantras and started the ritual.

This time I sat beside my mom. I was sleepy, and I placed my head on my mom's bare shoulder and tried to sleep. My mom pushed me away and asked me to concentrate on rituals. However, I managed to complete the last ritual. After completing the ritual, my mom got leaned to the wall and relaxed.

Mom: That's all, honey. We completed the 3 rituals said by the sadhu. Today we have to meet him in his ashram.

Our bodies are wet due to the heat of the ritual fire, and we both were naked sitting beside each other. I hugged her with both my hands and leaned on her placing my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes. My mom placed her hand on my head and started cuddling me.

Slowly I moved my head into her lap. I can feel the heat of her pussy. Her boobs were root above my face. I felt very comfortable and closed my eyes and slept. My mom slept there. After a while, my mom got up and woke me up.

Mom: Honey, get up and get ready fast. We have an appointment with sadhu ji today. He asked us to meet him after the last ritual.

We both got ready and left for the ashram. We reached there and sat in front of nude sadhu ji. He opened his eyes and asked us, "Did you finished rituals?" We said, "Yes."

Sadhu Ji took two black threads and chanted some mantras tied them to our hands. He looked at my face very seriously.

Sadhu: Hey, boy, are you a virgin?

He asked me. I was confused and shocked by his question. I remained calm.

Sadhu: Boy, answer my question. Did you have any sexual relationship with any woman before?

Me: No, sir. I don't have any. I am a virgin.

Then he said to my mom,

Sadhu: You both have to stay naked at home for another 24 hours because I cleaned you both from evil spirits. One more important thing. Your son has to lose his virginity within these 24 hours because evil spirits will get attracted to him again if he is a virgin. You both may leave now.

My mom and I were shocked by listening to his words. How can I lose my virginity within 24 hours? It's that possible? My mom took his blessings, and we walked out of the ashram. We both entered our car, and my mom started driving home.

Mom: Honey, don't you have any girlfriend?

Me: No, mom, you know I am less talkative with girls.

Mom: Yes. But sadhu said you have to lose your virginity within 24 hours. I am bothered about that.

Me: Don't bother, mom. I don't believe him.

We reached home. I started walking into my room. My mom called me.

Mom: Honey, don't you remember what sadhu ji said? We have to take off our clothes and stay nude for another 24 hours. Take them off.

I went into my room and removed my dress and went out to check on my mom. My mom was in the kitchen, washing vessels. She was completely naked. Her back was too hot. I felt like I wanted to hug her from the back and rub my dick against her ass.

I memorized the words said by sadhu ji that I have to lose my virginity within 24 hours. I thought about what my mom is going to do about that. Will she ignore it? But my mom did everything said by sadhu ji till now. What is she going to do to make me lose my virginity?

I left for my room, thinking about all this. After some time, my mom came to my room and asked me to come for lunch. I went out, and we both sat on the dining table and started having our lunch.

Me: Mom, this is crazy.

Mom: What?

Me: Having lunch while we are naked. It's a different experience.

Mom: Everything we are doing for our safety. Sometimes we have to face different situations to protect ourselves. That's life.

Me: I don't know all this, mommy. But it really feels crazy to me.

Mom gave a smile, and we completed our lunch. Later I went to my room and lay on my bed. I kept my earphones and listening to songs by closing my eyes. After a while, my mom entered my room and sat beside me. I felt her hand on my chest and opened my eyes.

Me: What, mom?

Mom: Honey, I am sorry for this. But I have no other option.

Me: What do you mean, mom? I have no idea what you are talking about.

My mom placed her hand on my chest and suddenly closed my eyes. I felt her kissing on my lips hard. She sat on my thighs and bed towards me. She whispered in my ear, "Once again, I am sorry. I am doing this to protect you from those evil spirits."

Her boobs were touching my chest, and she was kissing my lips hard. I started rubbing my dick against her pussy. She closed my eyes with one hand, and she placed the other hand on my head and hold my hair tight. She started moving her body in a wave motion.

Later she removed her hand from my eyes and slowly touched my dick by looking into my eyes. She started stroking my dick with her hands. I placed both my hands on her boobs and started squeezing hem. They felt very soft. I started licking her neck, and her fair and soft armpits attracted me.

I started eating her armpits, and she got more pleasure. She took one of my hands from her boob and guided it into her pussy. I started rubbing her pussy. It felt very warm and wet. I was touching the whole were I came from. After 15 minutes, she placed her pussy on my face and took my dick into her mouth.

We were in 69 position. She started rubbing her pussy on my face while she is giving me a blowjob. I inserted my tongue inside her pussy and started moving it. Her pussy taste was awesome. She started moving her pussy fast on my face. Later she got up and sat on my dick.

She guided my dick into her pussy and started doing squatting on me. It felt very nice that I am fucking the hole where I came from. We fucked for 10 minutes after I came in her pussy. My mom fell on me, completely breathing heavily.

Finally, my mom took my virginity, and her rituals were completed. I don't believe superstitions. But, however, they gave me a lot of pleasure in this story..

257 Forbidden Desires – Part 1

It's been 3 months since Abba (father) got married to a 25-year-old woman (Roja), despite having already being married to my mother. In Islam, men can have multiple wives. Attending their marriage ceremony was the last thing I wanted to do.

So I made excuses for upcoming exams to stay in the hostel and avoid attending their marriage ceremony. It has been almost 3 years since I've visited home. I always found reasons not to go home during the vacations. I wonder how dad treats my mom, Wahida, now.

Poor thing, it must be breaking her heart to share her husband with someone younger than her. Now I am running out of excuses to avoid going home since the course has ended. Tomorrow I will be returning home.

After several rings to the door emerged a woman in her mid-40's. She had a gracious look on her face, filled upon seeing me – this is my mother.

"My boy! And at last, you're home," said mom, with a tight embrace for the son she hasn't seen in almost 2 years. "You look so weak. Don't you eat anything there?"

"Just exhausted from the journey, mom," said I, still standing t the door, gazing inside the house, "Are you going to invite me in? Or am I going to have to stand here in this cold?"

"Oh! Come on in sweetie." said mom. The house looks different now. The whole house has been painted. A lot of other things look different, for my childhood stuff that used to be in the showcase isn't there anymore. Now it's filled with photos of him and his new wife.

She, sure as hell, looks hot, with those heavy breasts and that slim figure. I wonder if she goes to the gym. And there I am, in the family photo, when I was 15 years old. We were in Shimla for a summer vacation. Those were some good times. I wonder what went wrong.

In the cold of January, I seated myself on the sofa. Mom brought me hot tea. The house was comparatively warmer than outside, but I still felt the need to wear some more warm clothes.

"Mom, where is dad?" I asked. I wanted to know where he was. He and his new wife were nowhere to be seen in the house.

"Your father is at his in-law's house. He will be returning by night," said mom. The topic of dad brought tears into her eyes. I feel stupid for bringing that up. To distract her from this sad thought, I started narrating all the stories of my college life. My stories bring up a little smile on her face.

I feel like dad has been very negligent of mom's needs now.

"So what are your future plans? You're going to handle business here with your dad, right?" asked mom.

"No, mom, I don't think I can handle dad's business. I got a campus placement to a good company to work in London. I will be leaving after 5-6 months once all the formalities are done," said I, only to realize that I shouldn't have brought up this news so quickly.

This just ruined her happiness of seeing me after a long time. "Mom, don't be like that! How will I be happy at work if I know that it makes you sad."

Mom said, "I am happy for you getting a good job. It just makes me feel sad that I am seeing you after such a long time. I won't be able to see you after 5 months. I'll be all alone in this house," said mom.

"Since your father married this woman, he never pays any attention to me. He rarely cares about things at home. When he does think about home, it's always about her. I feel so unwanted. I was hopeful of your arrival that now I will have someone. But you'll be leaving soon too as everyone does," said mom.

"Mom, you are overthinking. I promise I will make it up to you for not visiting you guys for all this time. Maybe by god's grace, he'll get back to his senses and treat you the way you should be treated," said I, hoping that everything will get back to the way it used to be.

"Now, if you don't mind, I am exhausted and would like to sleep. I am going to my room."

"Your dad and his new wife live in that room. I'll clean the guest room. By that time, you can go sleep in my room," said mom. We had three rooms in a single line – my room, adjacent to it the guest room, and then the master bedroom. I suppose dad didn't want mom to hear him making love to his new wife.

I crashed on my mother's bed and looked around the room. It was the biggest bedroom in the house. Under the warmth of the blanket, I dozed off. Hours later, I woke up with the sound of the TV from the living room. I saw mom lay comfortably on the couch, watching her daily shows.

"So, what are you going to do for the rest of the evening?" asked mom.

"Well, I've come here to spend as much as possible time with you, if you have anything we could do, all good. If not, I am good at watching TV with you."

I sit beside her and lay to rest my head on her lap, she runs her hand through my hair. After an hour of that show, I am really bored out of my mind. Also, I haven't got used to the cold climate yet.

Suddenly I remembered the bottle of rum in my bag. I had bought it to drink with my friends on the way home. It was still half full.

"I can make tea or coffee," mom asked, browsing through channels to see if she could find something that would interest me too. "Hey, do you like this movie? I've always heard people telling me how great this movie is. Will you like to watch it?"

"Leave the tea and coffee. I don't want you to bother for that now. I want to spend all the time possible with you. Yeah, let's watch this movie. I've never seen it. As for the cold, I believe you wouldn't mind if I hug you tightly, cause you're hot" said I, wrapping my arms around her waist

The pun of words made her smile. But I was a little concerned about the movie. It was 'Titanic,' and it had some nude scenes in it. Well, that sure would make things awkward. But since she was so excited about it, I didn't say anything so as not to ruin her excitement.

Her eyes light up, watching the romance of Jack and Rose. The lovemaking scene and the sketch scene did make things a little weird between us. She didn't expect the ending to end up so tragic. Let her mood down a little.

"Aw! It looked so perfect. What a happy ending it would have been if they both could live the rest of the lives with each other, singing and dancing and drinking their worries away," said mom with a disappointment on her face.

"How nice it would be if I could do all these things with your dad, dance, and sing. Your dad never liked to do those things."

"Hey, there is no reason why we can't dance. Would you like to dance with me?" I asked. To my unexpected question, she was a little surprised. Her face lit up. "Sure, I wouldn't want my boy to miss a chance to have a dance with his mother," she said laughingly.

"And to brighten up the mood some more, would you like to have a drink? I've got some rum," said I. "What! You have alcohol? Have you become a drunkard in your time in college?" said mom. I didn't expect her to react this way.

"Mom, relax, don't spoil the mood. No, I don't drink as you think. It was this one time only since we were leaving college. Now, do you want to have some or not?" I asked

"Ok, but if I get drunk, who will make the food?" she asked.

"First of all, we won't be drinking that much. About dinner, I am ordering food from outside, so we're all good now?" I asked

"Ok, if you say so," she said.

I ordered food for us. I took the bottle of rum from my bag and the glasses from the kitchen. For a first time drinker, she drank a little too much. We put on some Latina music. I held her by the waist and started dancing to the grooves. Her legs staggered, losing control. So I kept on holding her tightly in my arms.

"Hey, what is the name of the kiss where people kiss lips on lips? Like they were doing in that movie?" asked mom. The alcohol seemed to have an effect on her as she was asking bold questions. Sober, she was very shy about these things and never talks about them.

Well, anyway, I decided to talk a little naughty too. "It's called a french kiss, mom. I am sure you and dad must have done a lot of french kissing," said I teasingly. She hit me on the arm and said giggling, "Is that how you talk to your mother? Besides, your father has never kissed me like that," said mom.

I was a little surprised that she was not holding back anything and having this very open conversation.

"Aw, mom! Just say the word, and I'll kiss you like that every day till I go to London," said I, teasing her. The movements of our dance becoming slower as it was getting hard for me to keep her holding. To my words, she just giggled like a 16-year-old.

Dancing and dancing, her legs intertwined with mine, and we fell on the sofa with her on top of me. She still kept on giggling. It was nice to see her happy like that.

"Are you ok, mom?" I asked. Looking into my eyes, she said, "Never been better." With an unexpected turn of events, she advanced to kiss me. Her eyes closed, and her hands running over my hair. Her lips met mine, her breasts buried on my chest from her weight.

I was still surprised. To my lack of response, she withdrew her lips and looked into my eyes. I felt a strong urge to kiss her. I held her head by my hand and pulled her lips on mine. My other hand roaming over her back, moving towards her hips. Like lovers, we kissed, our tongues in each other's mouth.

I squeezed her butt with my hand, the sudden rush of blood into my penis had made it very hard, rubbing on her stomach. And the doorbell rang. Mom suddenly gained sense and suddenly withdrew, ashamed of what she had done.

She broke eye contact with me and rushed to the door. I felt a little bad for being disturbed. I've never imagined my mom like that. But from what just happened, I can't stop thinking about what we could have done if we were not disturbed. I wanted more to happen.

It was the boy from food delivery. I closed the door after paying. Mom seemed to be avoiding eye contact with me. She started rushing to the dining hall and started setting up the dinner. I guess she really regrets the experience. I really hope that she doesn't stop talking to me over this.

As we had dinner, we didn't meet eyes, and just ate in silence. The time during dinner seemed as if time had frozen. Finally, I finished dinner and thought it best if I just went to sleep. I took out a blanket and a pillow from the room to sleep on the sofa for tonight since the guest room will be clean by tomorrow.

"You're not planning to sleep here, are you?" asked mom. "It's ok, mom since it's only for one day," said I. But mom was opposed to me sleeping on the couch.

"The sofa is not big enough for you to sleep, and it's cold out here. If you feel uncomfortable sleeping in my room with me, then I'll sleep on the couch, you go sleep in the room," said mom.

"No, I don't feel uncomfortable. I'll sleep in bed with you. Mom, by what time will dad be coming home, or is he even going to come today?" I asked.

"I don't know. Let's just lock the door and head to sleep. Your father has a key with him, so they'll get in," said mom. "You go and sleep, I'll come after washing the dishes."

I went to my parent's room and lay inside the warm blanket on the bed. The events of the earlier evening still running on my mind. Never in my life, I thought something like this would happen between us. But now I couldn't stop thinking about it.

I wanted more of it. But I don't want to hurt her feelings. A little later, she came into the room. I suddenly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. She lay beside me. There was this distance between the both of us. I wanted so badly to hug her. She was feeling restless; I could tell be her movements on the bed.

After some time, she patted on my shoulder and asked, "Shahid, are you awake?" I opened my eyes and acted as if I was sleeping, "Yes, mom, what is it?" I asked

"I am sorry if I woke you up. But I wanted to talk about what happened in the evening," said mom with a look of shame and regret on her face, "I don't know what came over me, please forgive me."

"Mom! What's there to apologize about? I understand you are a little sad these days. If it's about the kiss, I liked it. After all, it was just a mother kissing her child," said I. Mom didn't argue to my logic.

"Thank you for understanding, baby," she said with a look of relief on her face. I heard the sound of the door being opened, "That must be your dad and his wife," said mom. We just lay on the bed and listened to them.

"C'mon baby, let's do it right here. I don't think I can wait any longer," said dad.

"Dear, please have patience, you are very naughty. At least let's get to the bedroom. What if Wahida bhabhi came out and saw us like this?" she said

"Oh c'mon, she must be asleep by now. Just let me do a little, I want to fuck you right here, let me pinch those nipples," said dad

"Please be gentle, I am sensitive," she kept on moaning. "Please let's just do it in the bedroom, I don't feel comfortable doing it here," she said.

Their sounds started to fade as they headed for their bedroom. Mom's sobbing suddenly grabbed my attention. "Mom, I am so sorry you had to hear that," said I, hugging her tightly from behind, trying to comfort her.

"It's always been like this since he married her. He doesn't care for me anymore," she said sobbing. "I feel so unwanted in this house."

"Mom, even if dad stopped caring for you, I never will. I will always love you," I said, grabbing her by the waist and my legs wrapping around her thighs. "You're all I have left, sweetie," said mom.

Out of concern for her and my limbic lust, this moment started to arouse me. I felt this was the appropriate time to make a move. To make her happy and fill the void that has been created in her life.

"Mom, if dad won't satisfy your needs, I will," I said, tightening my grasp on her body and started kissing her neck.

"What are you doing! Are you out of your mind?" she said, her face turned towards me.

"Mom, please don't fight it, I love you and cannot bear to see you in pain like this. It is unfair that dad just cares for that new woman and is ignoring you. I don't ever want you to feel unwanted," said I. my words brought tears down her cheeks, I wiped her tears off.

I squeezed her breasts and kept on rubbing my cock over her butt, kissing her neck. "Please don't do this, Shahid. It will ruin our relationship. You're all I have left," she said, trying to stop me by holding my hand from squeezing her breasts.

I turned her face towards mine and said, "Mom, nothing can ruin our relationship. I want you to feel the pleasure that dad never provided you, trust me, mom, I will always be there with you," I forced a kiss on her lips.

She kept on resisting me, trying to push me away. But as my lips started to bite hers and my tongue playing with her mouth, the resistance started to ease.

"Stop it, please!" she requested, trying to suppress her moans. My hands ran down over her maxi and lifted it to the level of her panty. Putting my weight on top of her, I carried on with the kiss as I rubbed over her pussy. She crossed her legs tight, trying to deny my hands the access to her pussy.

But I was resilient and forced my way to rub her again. She had started to get wet, it was evident from how wet her panty was. Now there was no denying that she wasn't aroused too. But she was too conscious about it to give in to the pleasure.

Pulling down her maxi, I freed those voluptuous breasts, over her loose dress. It never appeared that she had such amazing breasts. Her breasts hanging free, I grabbed one of them and started sucking the other. All she did was lay there and suppress her moans as she came to realize there was no stopping me.

I gently bit on her lips and squeezed her breasts. "Aah…" escaped her mouth as she kept on moving uncomfortably on the bed. I lowered myself down till her belly, pulling her maxi even lower. I tried removing it completely. But she seemed reluctant to remove her maxi.

She wouldn't lift her hips for me to remove the dress. So I slid my hands behind her back and squeezed her ass, running my finger over the crack of her butt. I pushed my finger inside her butt crack. She suddenly lifted her hips as an impulse, and I removed her maxi completely.

There she lay naked with just her panty on, trying to cover her breasts by her hands. I moved towards her legs to go for what was between those two legs. She has never been kissed there before. I lifted her legs with great effort. I leaned between her legs, which she kept shut.

Over her raised legs, I put my tongue on her pussy, tasting her wetness over her panty. I pulled her panty down, revealing her trimmed pussy. I looked at that beautiful view. I came to this world through this very hole. I run my tongue over her pussy, licking from her vagina to her clit.

I pull her legs apart, and in the process, I get my head stuck between her legs. I start licking her legs, which are holding my head. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. The wetness between her legs was flowing. I started drinking every drop of it. Light suppressed moans of hers filled the room.

I pushed my fingers inside her vagina and thrust it inside her deep enough. The rhythmic movements of my fingers starting from slow to fast was matched with the movement of her hips and responding to the finger fucking. I got up and looked mom in the eye. Her face flushed red, out of breath.

I went for another kiss, and this time she responded. Her lips kissing mine back. I rubbed on her clit while our tongues played with each other in the mouth. Breaking the moment, I hurried on removing my pants. With my underwear gone, now I was completely naked too.

My cock looked hungry for a pussy. I leaped to her waist and spread her legs. She said, "Shahid, just please don't do that! There will be no return from this if you do this sin."

"I don't want a return from this mom. These are the moments I'll remember the most in my life. If dad doesn't take care of your needs, I will. I will fuck you day and night, mom," said I with a hungry look on my eyes, all ready to fuck her. "Now, stop resisting me."

I opened her legs apart and brought my cock near her pussy. She kept on pushing me away, I kept on rubbing the tip of my cock on her wet pussy. And then, with one hard thrust, my cock was deep inside her pussy, she screamed out.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she kept her mouth shut, trying very hard to keep her moans suppressed. I fondled her hair and kissed her cheeks. I whispered in her ear, "I love you so much, mom. But I won't be happy doing it if you cry. I want you to let me love you. Please don't fight it, enjoy it with me."

With each slow and deep thrust, her body would shakeup. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me towards her. Our lips met, the tangling of tongues the biting of lips. Her hands traveled down to my butt and pushed my hips to thrust her harder.

I increased the movement of my hips, thrusting my cock deep inside her pussy. The room was filled with the sounds of my pelvis, hitting her and her moaning. I pulled my cock out. She looked puzzled at the sudden withdrawal. She asked, "What happened?" I turned her around, making her lay on her belly.

I said, "I want you to call my name, mom. I want you to tell me how much you want my cock."

She said, "Oh c'mon, baby. Stop teasing and give momma your cock."

I sat on top of her hips and said, "Not until you call my name and tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

She moaned out in a sexy way, "Oh Shahid! Fuck me, fuck me harder, make mommy cum. Don't deny mommy your cock now. It's been so long since I had a nice fucking, just fuck me."

Guiding my dick to her vagina, I gave a deep push and said, "As you wish, mom." I went full speed, fucking her from her behind, with one sliding down towards her clit, rubbing it. The other hand went for her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

She kept on moaning, and her moans made me hornier. I fucked her like a bull. After some moments, she cried out, "Oh, my god! I am about to cum!" With that, her body went through a series of tremors and the release of her vaginal fluids. Exhausted, she collapsed on the bed.

"How is that you can go so long, sweetie? You will kill mommy from pleasure," she said. And the inevitable had come, I felt my dick throbbing all ready to cum and with the last few hard deep thrusts I emptied my balls inside her. My cum had filled her pussy, I still didn't pull out, and collapsed on top of her.

"I love you, mom," said I, now resting on top of her breathing heavily. She said, "I love you too, beta." I slipped to her side, lifting my weight from her, with my cock still inside her pussy. She put her legs on top of mine and rested her head on my chest.

And in her embrace, though of forbidden desires, I slept peacefully..

258 Forbidden Sex Desires – Part 2

The next morning I woke up with nothing more than a blanket on my body. I stood up and got dressed. It was 8 in the morning. Dad was in the dining hall and my stepmom in the kitchen. I went towards the dining table.

"Hey, did you sleep well? Your mom told me you reached yesterday," asked dad. "Yeah, I slept fine, dad," said I sitting on the chair, my stepmom Roja brought tea for me.

"Ah, I believe you guys are meeting for the first time. Roja, this is Shahid, and Shahid, this is Roja, your stepmom," dad said. We exchanged smiles, and she went towards the kitchen. "Dad, where's mom?" I asked.

"She's cleaning the spare room for you," said dad without lifting his eyes from the newspaper, "Well, it's time to open the shop, I better leave. I'll see you all in the evening."

I went towards the guest room. Mom had just finished cleaning the room and was putting the sheets on my bed. I walked on my toes without making noise and closed the door. I went closer to her. She was so lost in her thoughts. She didn't know that I was there. I quickly grabbed her from behind and hugged her.

"Good morning, mom!" I said, running hands over her belly and kissing her neck.

"Shahid! What are you doing?" she said, in a panic looking around to make sure no one saw them.

"What? I just wished you a good morning." I said, puzzled by her reaction.

"What if someone saw us? This is not appropriate, Shahid. So don't repeat this," she said in an annoyed and angry way.

"Ok, I am sorry. I will never repeat this," said I with a look of disappointment. Looks like our last night experience has put a dent on our relationship. Now she doesn't even want me near her anymore.

I left the room in a hurry, and in the hall, I bumped into Roja, my stepmom. She said, "Shahid, would you like to have breakfast? I suggest you hurry because it's getting cold."

"Sure, let me just wash my hands, and I'll be on the table," I said, washing my hands. I seated myself, and she served me breakfast. She wore a low cleavage suit, which revealed an ample view of her breast. It was mesmerizing to watch. Now I get why dad has been spending so much time with her.

She and mom had the same physical features, big breasts, and butt. I guess the only difference among them would be the perkiness of Roja's breasts. "How long do you think it will take Wahida bhabhi to clean the room?" she asked.

I said, "It may still take some time. So, for the time being, you should have breakfast too." She did what I said. She took a plate and served breakfast for herself.

"What do you prefer I call you?" I asked so that it would be clear.

"Whatever you think is more comfortable," she said with a smile on her face. She was a lovely woman, with that tight and glowing skin. She seemed to be of nice behavior.

"Well, technically, you're my stepmom. But you're not that older than me, so it might feel weird to call someone so young like you mom. How about I just call you by your name?" I asked.

"If you think that's better then sure," she said.

"Do you need help with anything around here, Roja? Because I am bored out of my mind," I said.

"Ah, let me see, well, there's some stuff I needed to get from the attic. You can hold the ladder, right?" she asked.

"Sure, I have got nothing else to do anyway," I said, glad that now I had something to do. We headed to the attic. It was an old dusty upper extension to the house, the ladder looked weak and damaged. It was smaller for someone my size to be able to stand in it.

"Only if that attic wasn't up so high. Shahid, hold the ladder alright, don't let me fall," she said laughingly.

"Got it!" I held the ladder, and she started to climb it, and the third step she put her step on, "crack!" one of the bases of the ladder broke. Just as she was about to fall, I held her from the waist and put her down on the floor.

"Thank you, Shahid! If you weren't here, Allah knows what might have happened," she said, taking a breath of relief.

"Well looks like there's no way we can get up to the attic now," I said.

"If you're strong, maybe there's away," she said, looking at me hopefully, " I really need some stuff taken from that attic."

"Alright, what's your plan?" I asked.

"Well, it's nothing complicated. You have to lift me to the attic room," she said.

"The attic is a little too high, do you think you'd be able to reach that way?" I asked. The thought was of holding her again was exciting, to be able to touch her plump ass.

"Let's just give it a try," said she.

The next thing I know, I grabbed her from behind over her waist. Her hands couldn't reach the attic. She asked me to raise higher. I pushed her upwards a little more. Now had my arms wrapped below her waist over her crotch. My face was buried beneath her ass.

My nose pushed its way inside the crack of her butt over her maxi. It was as if she sat on my face, the temptations were very high. For a moment, I thought of running my tongue over her butt. But I kept my emotions controlled. "Shahid, just a little higher," she said, her hands almost reached the attic.

I put my hand below her butt with each butt cheek in one hand I pushed her up. The feeling of her butt on my hand was ecstatic. I realized she hadn't worn a panty. My thumb made its way right into her butt crack, touching her asshole.

My dick was rock hard and ready to bust out of my pants. I decided to take advantage of the situation and rubbed my thumb over her butthole, pretending to push her higher.

"Can you reach now?" I asked I didn't want this moment to be over.

"Yeah, just about to get in," she said, struggling to climb up. Standing below, I could see inside her maxi. Her sweet cunt lips were visible from down where I was standing. She pulled herself up in the attic and finally managed to reach inside. She started to browse through the things inside.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" I asked.

"Yes, catch these," said she, and started throwing down a crystal bowl, some old books, and some old clothes.

"All done," she said as she emerged out of the attic.

"So, how are you going to get down?" I asked because there was no ladder, and the attic was high up there.

"I was hoping to do it the same way I got up, can you lift my weight once again?" she asked.

"Let's give it a try," I said.

She started to climb downwards, her legs just cm's away from my shoulder, showing her pussy once again. Suddenly a mouse walked past by her hand, and in a panic, she let go of her hand. She fell right on top of my face.

"Bam!" and I was on the floor, with my face buried under her pussy. She fell on top of me, her head on my hard dick. The sweet smell of her pussy was mesmerizing. But I was not able to enjoy it much due to the fall. My head and neck hurt. She picked herself up and quickly turned towards me.

"Oh, my God! I hope you are not injured," she said.

"No, I don't think so, but my head and neck hurt a little," I said.

"I am so sorry, let's take you to your room." She attempted to lift me. I stood up my leaning myself on her. She carried me to my room, mom was not there. I lied on the bed.

"Please get some rest, Shahid, I am so sorry this happened to you because of me," she said worriedly.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt that much. I'll be better after some while," I said, reassuring her.

"You're so sweet, Shahid. Thank you for going all those troubles for me. I am going now, you have some rest, alright?" she said and went away.

I slept for hours and woke up in the evening, I slept for so long that I skipped lunch. I headed to the kitchen for some water, and there was Roja. "How are you feeling now?" she asked.

"Better," I said.

"That's great, would you like to have food now, you skipped lunch," she asked.

"No thanks, I am not hungry now," I said, taking the bottle of water. "So, what are you doing?" I asked.

"I am preparing dinner, and your father is about to come," she said. I left the kitchen and went to the hall to watch some TV. I started watching 'Friends' when mom emerged from her room after her nap. She came and sat beside me. I was a little afraid of her, after her reaction this morning.

"Sorry, I didn't realize it was your time to watch the serial," I said, handing her the remote and left the hall. I spent the rest of the evening browsing web on my phone. Hours later, there was a knock on the door.

"Shahid, it's time for dinner, come fast," said mom. I opened the door and walked past by her to the dining table.

During the whole dinner, I kept silent and finished my dinner. Mom came near me to tell something, but I walked past her, ignoring her. I walked into my bedroom to sleep. I knew what I did was rude. But I'm not sure how's she feeling now about our last night encounter.

After 10, everyone went to sleep in their rooms as all the lights turned off. Some moments later, my mom opened my door and sat beside me in the bed while I was sleeping. She tapped my shoulder and said, "Shahid!"

I woke up and saw her sitting beside me. I asked, "What happened, mom?"

"Why are you avoiding me?" she asked, withholding tears.

"I didn't want to mom, but after our morning conversation. I thought you hated me for what I did last night," I said, wiping the two drops of tears that rolled down her eyes.

"I can never hate you, sweetie. I was in a conflicting state of mind this morning, not being able to accept what we did yesterday as normal. Then when you suddenly hugged me, I snapped. I am sorry for that. Later I realized that it didn't matter to me. You made me feel loved. That was one of the best experiences of my life," she said.

"Really, mom? The best experience of your life? Oh, I am so glad you liked it," I said, beaming with joy.

"Yeah, especially the part when you licked me there, it was so good and dirty," she said, giving me a teasing look, "I am thinking of making up with you for the morning incident. I will do anything you ask me to do," she said, rubbing her hand over my dick, giving me a naughty smile.

"Come, let's go to my room," she said, holding my hand. She took me to her room and locked the door from inside. "So what does my baby want me to do?" she stripping her dress one by one in a very arousing manner.

I said, "Well, I was thinking since you liked being licked there. I want you to suck my dick."

She said, "Oh, I don't know, baby. I've never done it before. What if I do it and you don't like it?"

Something struck my mind then, "Wait for a moment, mom. I'll be back in a while." I raced to the kitchen and took the chocolate syrup, and went back to the room.

Mom was waiting for me in the room with nothing but her panties on, in a sexy pose. I locked the door and dropped my pants. I started pouring chocolate syrup all over my dick.

"Here's what I want you to do mom, I want you to lick and suck the chocolate from my dick mom. Make sure no a single drop is left, lick it clean," I said.

She gave me a wicked smile and brought her mouth closer to my dick. She licked the chocolate-dipped tip of my cock. She ran her tongue down to the full length of my dick form each side. She slowly and slowly swallowed my dick, my half erect dick became fully hard in her mouth.

She grabbed my butt and started moving her head to and fro, trying to swallow my whole dick. The warmth of her mouth on my cock was mesmerizing, I grabbed her by her hair and pushed my dick deeper in her mouth. She choked on it and pushed me away.

Just as she was about to say something, I put my dick in her mouth again. I grabbed by her hair and started thrusting my cock deep inside her mouth. After that pleasure-filled moment, I pulled out my dick.

"Sahid, you were rough! Next time warn me before doing something like that. Your dick is too big to be swallowed whole. You almost choked me," she said, catching her breath.

"Sorry, mom! Won't happen again. Now can you suck on my balls too?" I asked, applying the chocolate syrup on my balls. She licked one ball at a time stroking my dick simultaneously, and the base beneath my ball sack. I pushed her down on the bed and lay over her in 69 position.

I removed her panty and started licking her pussy. She started to moan in pleasure. Just above her mouth lay my dick, which she swallowed whole. I started to move my hips and thrust my cock in her mouth. I rubbed her clit, and put my fingers inside her pussy.

Mom learned very quickly, she used her tongue while swallowing my dick inside her mouth. After minutes of this, she was about to cum, her body trembled, and she came shouting, "Ah! Aah! Aaaah!"

I wasn't very behind. I reached my climax, and finally, I came inside her mouth, emptying my balls inside her mouth. She licked every dropped off it.

"Holy shit, that was amazing!" she said.

"I agree with you, mom. But the show is not over yet. That was just the warm-up, your pussy remains untapped."

As I pulled my dick out and gave it a few strokes, it stood hard again like a pole. I spread her legs and made my way inward. I rubbed my dick over her pussy and gave it a hard thrust inside her pussy. Her pussy was tight like she has never been fucked before.

She matched the rhythm of the movement of my hips with hers. My dick explored the depth of her pussy. She cried out in pleasure as I sucked on her nipples.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" she cried out loud as if she wanted dad to know that she didn't need him anymore. I turned her around doggy style, I rubbed my cock over her hole.

"You are going for the wrong hole, sweetie, that's my asshole," she said, grabbing my dick and guiding it inside her pussy. Like a dog, I leaned on her, squeezed and pinched her nipples. I rubbed her clit while I fucked her from behind.

I pulled out my dick and picked her on my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist, our lips met and kissed deep. I bit her tongue gently and put my cock back inside her. "Hmph…", she made sounds as we kept kissing and biting each other.

I went full speed. The room was filled with the sound of my dick hitting her butt. She cried out, "Oh my god! You're killing me with pleasure, keep going fuck your mama like she's some whore."

"Yes, you whore!" said I. I kept fucking her vigorously.

She reached her climax. She came so hard that she almost passed out. I put her in bed and brought my cock near her mouth. She reached for it and started sucking it. She has got so much better at it. Her tongue played with the length of my cock as she swallowed it to and fro, rubbing my dick simultaneously.

It was hard to keep holding for too long the way her mouth worked its magic. I came in her mouth. The drops of my cum flowing out of her mouth. "Swallow it, mom," I said, and she started licking my cum. She rubbed and squeezed my dick for every last drop of my cum.

"My God! You fuck like an animal, I almost passed out."

"That's what I aim to do, mommy," said I, crashing on her arms, exhausted from our sexual activities. She held me in her arms like I was a child. I sucked onto her breasts. "I love you, mommy, I wish if I could fuck you like this every day."

"Of course you can sweetie, fuck me whenever you want. There's nothing more than your happiness that I want. I love you, baby," she said, holding me tight. We both fell asleep in each other's embrace after the forbidden sex..

259 Forbidden Sex Desires – Part 3 (Hot Stepmom)

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Early in the morning, and I open my eyes, I see mom sleeping naked beside me. Man, this is one of the best things to wake up to. I caressed her hair, kissing her on the cheeks. I take the blanket off us, uncovering our naked bodies. My dick always got hard on seeing that hot body of hers naked.

Still sleeping, I spread her legs and brought my cock near her pussy. It's time to wake mommy up with a morning treat, and with one hard thrust and my cock deep inside her pussy.

"Ah!" she cried out, "Shahid!" she said, her eyes wide awake now.

"Good morning, mom, it's time to wake up," I said, and I kissed her lips while fucking her.

"God! I don't think I'd be able to keep up with the level of your young body," she said, as her whole body trembled in pleasure.

"For now, it's just a morning quickie mommy. I plan to wake you up every day like this. For now, let me just pull my dick out as it seems enough for the morning," said I, she slapped my butt as I was about to pull my dick out.

"Don't you dare pull out! If you've put it in, you're not taking it out before you give me that hot cream!" she said, and she would spank my butt every now and then to go faster. After 15 minutes of the morning session, I pulled my dick out and ejaculated on her mouth. She squeezed every drop of cum out my dick.

"What a lovely start to the day." She said with a naughty smile, "Get dressed and come out, I'll make tea." She wore her maxi and headed out.

"Ok, mom!" I said. Man, this was amazing, I could fuck her now anytime I wanted now, and she was so hot. If it goes like this, I may cancel my plans to go to London. Well, I dozed off again and decided to wake up a little later.

When I got up and walked into the hall, I heard dad saying to Roja, "I don't have the time for this, I can't leave the shop, I'll ask if Shahid…" He said.

And as soon as dad saw me, he asked, "Shahid do you mind taking Roja to her friend's function? It will be a change for you, getting bored sitting in this house all day long."

Although I wanted to stay at home and fuck mom, it looked like I got to go for this function. "Sure, Dad," I said.

"Oh, and another thing, I have to take the car to get some materials for the shop, so you'll have to take the bike, here's the key." He said, handing me the key to his bike, and left for his shop.

"So, when should we leave for the function?" I asked.

"We can leave after 1-2 hours since it's a little far away." She said.

"Alright, I'll be dressed and ready by 11," I said.

She was excited about this function and started to finish the house chores. After I had finished my breakfast and everything, I was yet to bathe and get dressed. I didn't take much time to bathe. As I came out of the bathroom, there was mom, sitting on my bed.

"Oh baby, are you going with her?" she asked.

"Yes, mom, since dad can't go," said I, closing the door of my room and removing my towel.

"How long do you think it'll take?" she asked, her eyes fixed on my penis.

"Well, she said it can be a long ride, so I am guessing we would be returning only by midnight," I said.

"Aw, I'm going to miss this monster," she said, holding my dick in her hand and kissing it.

I brushed my hand through her hair and said, "Why don't you play with it before I leave?" Bringing my dick near her mouth which was now rock hard. She stroked my dick a few times and licked my penis sideways.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Shahid! Are you ready?" asked Roja.

"Yeah, just about to get dressed, wait a few minutes," I said, struggling to keep my voice straight as mom worked her magic on my dick, playing with it. "Are you ok? Your voice seems a little off. If you're not feeling well, we can cancel it," she said, sounding concerned.

"Oh no, it's nothing, you go and relax on the sofa. I'll be out in a while," I said.

Mom sucked on my balls while stroking my dick, the way she was improving after every session, I fear if I'll be able to hold longer against her charms.

She put my cock in her mouth. After each swallow, she took my dick a little deeper into her mouth. A little later it was in her mouth to its full length, she began to gag, and was choking, while I squeezed her breasts. The whole experience was ecstatic.

I was about to cum. After a few minutes, my cum exploded on her face. She swallowed most of it, while the rest ran down her lips. She squeezed my dick for any remaining drop of cum.

She went to the bathroom to clean herself up. I put on the first fine clothes of mine that I could find. I had put on a sweater and a jacket since it was cold outside. I went to the hall, and Roja was waiting for me.

She had worn a low-cut saree exposing her navel and her slim belly. Her blouse formed a perfect outline of her ample breasts.

"Is that all you're going to wear? It's cold outside" I asked.

"Don't worry, I am used to cold temperature and it's not that cold out there anyway?" she said.

Man, the things a woman will tolerate to look good. I turned the bike on, and she sat behind me, and we set off for the function. "It's a good thing that you came instead of your father, Shahid," she said, keeping her hand on my shoulder.

"Why?" I asked, grinning.

"Your father is conservative and wouldn't approve of the dress."

"Oh yeah, he most probably wouldn't. Oh, by the way, you look beautiful in that dress," I said.

"Aw, thank you so much, Shahid!"

As the chilly wind passed through us, she started trembling in the cold. She suddenly hugged me from behind very tightly. "God, it's very cold out here, I should have had put on a sweater," she said.

"I told you, anyway if you want you can wear my jacket till the journey," I said.

Her breasts were tightly squeezed between my back and her chest. Every time the bike went through a pothole, her boobs rubbed against my back.

"No, then you'll be cold. If you don't mind, can I put my hand inside your dress? My hands are freezing," she asked.

"Sure, I just hope they are not too cold," said I chuckling. She slid her hands inside, through my jacket and inside my shirt. She placed both her cold hands on my chest. "Oh, hey! Those are really cold!" I said.

"I am sorry, boy, you are really hot… I mean warm," she said giggling, running her hands over my chest, she pulled herself tight to me. Her crotch glued tight with my hips and the warmth of her legs over mine. It was very hard to keep my mind on driving with such a sexy distraction sitting behind me.

After an hour and a half, we finally reached the place. It was the engagement ceremony of Roja's friend, with whom she used to go to college. She gave her a gift and spend the rest of the evening with her friends. I decided to relax and just sit somewhere and have food.

Almost every person she introduced me to thought we were married. She didn't correct everyone. After hours of boring stuff, we started to leave, it was already 11:30 in the night. We got on the bike to leave.

"I am sorry, you had to stay there getting bored, for my sake," she said.

"No problem, so did you enjoy yourself?" I asked.

"Oh yes, it felt so good to meet them all after such a long time," She said, "thank you for being so patient, Shahid."

"Mention not, although the funny part was when almost everyone thought we were married," I said, recalling the events of the evening.

"Yeah, people gave me weird looks when I said I was your stepmom, so after that, I didn't correct anyone," she said, laughing.

The weather started to go bad, and suddenly heavy rain started to pour, with strong chilly winds. "Damn it! It had to start raining now?" said I, the strong wind with the rain made things worse. Even I started trembling in the cold. She held on to me very tightly.

"Look! There's a house. Let's stop there and see if we can get to stay there till the rain stops," I said, driving towards the house. I stopped in front of it and got off the bike. Roja and I were completely soaked, and it had started to make us cold. I knocked on the door.

An elderly man in his 50's or 60's opened the door. "I am sorry to disturb you at this time, sir. But it's raining heavily, and we're cold. We were wondering if you could let us stay here until the rain stops?" I asked.

"Well, come on in," he said, and he walked inside the house, behind we walked in too. "Who is it, Prashant?" a lady's voice came inside from what appeared to be as the kitchen. She walked out, she was younger compared to him, in her 50's, I guess.

"Oh, it's some poor couple, who got caught in the rain, come on in kids," he said, he had a warm smile on his face. "The thing is, we just moved here a week ago for a romantic getaway, and all the spare clothes we had were left to dry on the wire, which I guess is all wet now," he said.

"Lata, can you get them a towel?" he asked, soon the old lady came in with a towel and handed me the towel. I dried my hair with it and gave it to Roja.

"I am sorry for intruding, sir. It is very generous of you to let us in," I said.

"Oh, don't mention it. Where are you two lovebirds coming from?" he asked.

I said, "Oh, uncle we aren't a couple…", and Roja said in between-, "we're coming from an engagement ceremony of my friend," she said.

The lady brought hot coffee with her. "Anyway kids, to introduce myself, I am Prashant and this is my wife, Lata," he said, as she handed us the coffee.

And Roja suddenly interjected, "I am Roja and this is my husband, Shahid."

"You've got a real lottery their kid, she's beautiful," he said.

"Thanks, sir," I said, confused at why Roja said that. I called Roja apart for a moment and asked," why did you say we are married?"

She said, "I thought it would have been very weird to tell them that you are my step-son, I am sorry."

"What are you two lovebirds talking about?" Lata asked.

"Oh, we were just worried about what to do about our clothes. They are dripping water on the floor," said Roja quickly.

"Oh, that is a problem, dear. We don't have anything else to offer. If you stay in that dress, you will get sick, plus you can't sleep with wet clothes on the bed," said Lata.

"Looks like, the only solution is that you kids remove those clothes and keep it in front of the fire to dry. One of you could wrap up with the towel," he said.

"Hmm… but wouldn't one of us have to be naked? I asked nervously.

"Yeah, that's the problem, kid. I don't see any other way, the shy one among you can cover up with the towel," he said,

Roja and I looked at each other clueless, don't know what to do next.

"If you're too shy about being naked in front of us, we can get naked too, maybe that'll ease your mind," he said, laughing at his suggestion.

"Prashant! Why are you scaring the kids with suggestions like that?" she asked.

"What? If you've got a better idea, you tell them, baby," he said, giving a teasing look to Lata.

"Well that is true kids, I am sure you two have seen each other naked plenty of times. Don't worry about us, we have kids your age, who we've seen naked, so don't worry," she said. "if it makes any easier, think of us as your parents and yourself as some 5-year old. There is no shame in being naked in front of us," she said smilingly.

Looked like there was no escape from this. I called Roja, "Roja, can we talk for a moment?" We stood aside from them, "Oh my god! What do we do?" I asked.

"I don't know! I don't want to be naked in front of them. I definitely don't want them to get naked to make us feel comfortable," she said, panicked.

"Ok, Relax! Relax! I don't see any other way, you cover yourself up with the towel, I'll get naked," I said, as this seemed to be the only option left.

"Oh Shahid, but the towel is not big enough to cover me fully," she said, worrying.

"Oh, man! Roja for the time being, make the best out of what we've got. Damn the rain!" I said frustrated. Little drops of tears started coming from her eyes, she said sobbing, "It's all my fault, had I not been so persistent about attending the function, we would have been in our house."

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop that, it's not your fault, it was supposed to happen. How could you have known? Now wipe those tears before they notice," said I.

"So, you kids come to an understanding?" he asked.

"Uh… yes sir," I said.

"Great, if you feel the need for privacy, you can use the bathroom to change," he said. We went towards the bathroom. "You know you should go and change first. Then I'll go. Maybe I will stay in the bathroom for the rest of the night," I said.

"I am really sorry, Shahid! That you have to go through all this because of me," she said trying very hard to hold tears. "Hey, we're a family, it's my responsibility to take care of you, now get in there and change," I said.

She went into the bathroom. After a few minutes, she came out of the bathroom. She tried to make the best of it. But the towel still exposed a lot of cleavages, and only half her butt was covered. I went to the bathroom and handed her my clothes to dry in front of the fire by opening the door a little.

She nervously walked in the hall, trying to cover the rest of her body. She hung out clothes in front of the fireplace.

"Where's the kid?" he asked.

"Oh, he's shy to come out, and planning to stay there," Roja said.

"Oh, dear, he will freeze in there, here there is the warmth of the fire. Call him, dear. It will be really cold in there, plus he can't eat dinner inside the bathroom," said Lata.

"UH… alright, just a sec, I'll call him," said Roja. "Shahid, is it cold in there?" she asked.

"Nah, not at all," I lied, as my teeth were gnashing and hitting each other due to the cold.

"Don't lie, Shahid! You are going through all this for me. I don't want you to freeze in the cold there. Come out, they are also very persistent that you come out, we can sit in front of the fire," she said.

"I don't think that's necessary, Roja," said I, still gnashing my teeth and trembling in the cold.

"Shahid, please! I don't want anything happening to you because of me. I am your stepmom and supposed to take care of you, please come out. Or I will not be able to forgive myself if anything was to happen to you," she said.

I finally gave in to her pleas and opened the bathroom door. I came out. Roja gasped at the sight of my huge dick but quickly covered her expressions. We walked into the hall, and the couple kept on looking at my penis.

"Good lord, Lata! Do you see the size of his penis? It's like a mini anaconda hanging," he said, with both an expression of humor and surprise.

"Prashant! Don't tease the boy," said Lata.

Everyone in the room had eyes fixed on my penis. Even Roja kept looking on my penis, with an expression of surprise. This was making me a little uncomfortable.

"Still, you have to agree that he has a huge penis. The only lord knows how this poor girl can get something like that in," he said, teasing me.

"Prashant! What did I say about teasing? You're making the boy uncomfortable. Come on, kids get seated on the table for dinner."

I felt very conscious of all the eyes looking at me. For a moment, I forgot how much of Roja's body was exposed. I tried to not look at it because the last thing I wanted is to have a boner in front of all these people. It was a small circular table, enough space for 4-5 people.

We sat on the table, and Lata served everyone and sat between Prashant and me. She would look at my penis in between eating her dinner. I really felt weird about someone old like her staring at me. So, before the conversation would become anything about me. I asked them, "So, how did you two meet?"

"I was her professor. She was this wild young beautiful girl, none like the others." He said, giving a little playful squeeze on her breast, and she giggled like a young girl. "I was in love with him, the day I saw him. He was so smart and handsome and such a gentleman," she said, both blushing.

"It took a lot to make him fall in love with me. He was very strict about not dating his students. I think he didn't use to date anyone," she said.

"Yeah, well, I had 3 sisters and had to work very hard to get them married. I was 35 by the time they all got married and settled. Then I didn't feel like getting married anymore. Then this angel came to my life, she made me a better person. She pursued me to have a relationship, do things that I never would have dared if not for her. I started living more freely, and it s just because of my sweetheart," he said.

"Aw, baby! Thank you," she said, "But my parents objected to our relationship because of the 15-year age gap. So, we eloped, our parents were angry. But they accepted our relationship when we had our first child," she said.

"Aw, that is so beautiful," said Roja.

"So how did you two lovebirds meet?" asked Lata.

Roja quickly made up a story and said, "We met through common friends. We became friends, and as we got to know each other better, we fell in love and got married. Our families knew each other, so they didn't object to the marriage."

"What a beautiful story, isn't it Prashant?" asked Lata.

"Yeah, definitely," he said, and I too just nod along with them.

We were having dinner. Lata, after some moments, asked, "Don't mind me asking. But I've read somewhere that people with a large penis often have erectile dysfunction, is it true? Are you able to have an erection, dear?"

Her question took me by surprise, and the spoon in my mouth fell on the floor. "I am sorry," I said. Bending under the table to get the spoon, I accidentally saw Roja. Her legs were wide open, and her pussy was on full display. The towel was barely covering the top of her legs.

I could see the triangle-shaped trimmed outline of her pubic hair. I wanted to look away, but the view of her pussy was mesmerizing. Soon I got into my senses and sat straight. I didn't realize how hard I've gotten.

"Oh, my!" both Lata and Roja gasped in shock.

"Well, that answers your question, Lata," he said, grinning.

"Woah! You are blessed to have a huge penis like that, and with an erection, it looks irresistible," said Lata, staring at my penis. "You are a lucky girl, Roja," said Lata teasing Roja, and she blushed.

"Who amongst us would have thought that we would be sitting in this table having dinner together when we woke up today?" said Prashant, "We are happy to have you guys on our 25th marriage anniversary."

"Aw, happy anniversary sir, ma'am," said I.

I finished my dinner fast because it was getting a little weird to have everyone stare at my dick. My dick didn't make things easier. It just wouldn't go down. I asked Prashant if we could sleep somewhere.

He went to his bedroom and came out with a mattress. It wasn't big, but given the circumstances, and asked me to take the blanket from his bedroom.

"Both the blanket and mattress is for one-person size. So you kids will have to adjust in this, I hope that's ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, it works great," said I, heading to the vacant, empty room, carrying the blanket. At the same time, Roja took the mattress from him and carried it to the room. We put the mattress on the floor and the blanket over it. We went to the main hall to say good night to Lata and Prashant.

"Thank you, guys, for everything, good night, enjoy your anniversary," said I.

"So how do we do this? The bed and the blanket are small for both of us to sleep in," asked Roja. For a moment, we both had forgotten how hard I was. "I guess I could sleep on the floor," I suggested.

"Don't be ridiculous Shahid, you're not sleeping on the floor in this cold, we'll just adjust with space and sleep together," she said. "Ok, as you see it fit," said I, getting under the blanket as she did too.

I maintained distance on the bed with Roja and tried maximum not to do any touching. But then I got much closer to her. Our bodies touched each other's, but I still wasn't comfortable enough.

I put my leg over her legs and wrapped my arm around her belly. My arm was just below her breasts, making slight contact with them. My penis was squeezed between my body and her right butt cheek. There was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door, it was Prashant.

"Hey, sorry to disturb you, kids, but I wanted to talk to you about something," said Prashant. Roja laid there on the mattress, covering herself with the blanket facing us and listening to the conversation.

"Ok… go on," I said.

"Well, today is our 25th anniversary, and I want to do something special for her. But it kind of requires your help," he said.

"What is it? I will be glad to help," said I.

"How do I say this? Well, I want you to have sex with her," said Prashant.

"What!" both Roja and I said at once.

"I know this sounds crazy. Before you guys say no, I want you to consider the fact that we welcomed you two into our house. If not for us, you guys would have been stuck in the rain. So, please?" said Prashant, he wasn't going to take no for an answer..

260 Bad Grandma... A Quickie.

Introduction:

This is a much shorter story than I normally write, ie. A "Quickie"

My older brother Michael and I (Kevin) have been raised by our grandmother since we were little. Our father was never in the picture and our mother had a serious drug problem that eventually lead to her losing custody of us. Honestly leaving her was for the best, but moving in with grandma was only a slight improvement.

It seemed the apple didn't fall far from the tree with her and our mother. She gave birth to our mom young, and our mom had us young, so she found herself a grandmother of two before her 35th birthday. Just like with us, our mother never had a father around, so we never had a grandfather. Grandma hadn't wanted to be a mother in the first place, and now didn't really like having to take care of us (which she let us know, daily). But when we were sent to live with her she reluctantly agreed, mainly for the government assistance.

She wasn't like other grandparents, first of all she's much younger, and prettier than most, but she also isn't warm or caring. She smokes and drinks heavily, and undoubtedly uses drugs. She hasn't been in a relationship with a man in the 10 years we've been living with her, but we've seen many come and go. She has a small 2 bedroom home where the room Michael and I share is right next to hers, and it's never bothered her to have loud sex within earshot of us. This was probably less of a concern when we were 5 and 6, but now that we're teenagers it's far more noticeable. After puberty hit me, I spent more than one night masturbating in the dark, peering through cracked doors as I watched her getting fucked by some random guy.

But the worst part was that on top of her questionable parenting choices, she was also incredibly strict, to the point of abusive. We grew up being hit by her constantly and for the most miniscule offenses. Wetting the bed, spilling a cup of water, or even just basic childhood misbehaviors like talking back or crying because we didn't get something. I'm not saying we were perfect kids, but the punishments didn't really fit the crimes! She'd say things like

"If you're going to live with me you're going to respect me!" or

"I will not have you turn out like your mother!"

"It's not my job to love you, just keep you alive!"

Who knows, maybe she has good intentions, but it has never felt like it. Michael and I regularly complained to one another, and talked about running away or telling someone, in particular, our social worker, Nicole.

We were technically foster children to our grandmother. And as such we had a social worker who was required to check up on us. We always kept our mouths shut about being mistreated, mainly our of fear, but also because we wanted a reward. Our grandma usually started being really nice the week leading up to the visit, taking us to a theme park, and out for ice-cream, that way when Nicole would ask what we've been up to, those were the first things that came to mind. The nice treatment usually lasted a for a few days afterwards too, because Nicole would always give us her card again and remind us that if anything is bothering us to call her, so grandma tried to keep the charade going while that was fresh in our minds.

We had a visit coming up and Michael had a bruised and swollen cheek from my grandmother. She had told him to take the trash out and he didn't do it fast enough so she hit him with a shoe. This was just a week before the visit so he was determined to say something this time. Grandma took us to the movies and out to eat and shopping in the days leading up to the visit, but Michael wasn't having any of it, he made it visibly obvious that these petty bribes were not going to sway him, he told me a dozen times a day that he was fed up and was going to make her pay for being such a bitch to us. But then on the day of the visit, he said nothing! I couldn't believe it. I gave him looks of disbelief, trying to ask him "what was going on?" with my eyes, but he just kept shaking his head at me. He told Nicole that his injury was due to an accident in gym class, and that was the end of it. It wasn't my place to speak up if he didn't want to, so I said nothing too. That night in our room I asked what had caused his change of heart, but he didn't really have a reason he just said that he had "decided not to bother with it", and gave me the impression that he wanted me to drop it, so I did.

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to take a piss. I sat up and saw that Michael's bed was empty, he must've been in the bathroom himself. So I laid in bed and waited. Several minutes went by and he had still not returned, it shouldn't take this long, I thought to myself, and now I really needed to pee. So I got up and ventured out. When I opened the bedroom door I stopped, the bathroom was directly across from our room and it's door was open and dark. I turned to check his bed again, wondering if my sleepy eyes had just imagined it was empty, but he wasn't in it. To be honest I was about to just shrug it off and go to the bathroom, but then I heard a noise. It sounded like a voice coming from down the hall in the living room. So I figured it was Michael, maybe watching TV? Which wasn't allowed this late.. So I was curious. When you go to inspect a mysterious noise in the middle of the night, you always try to imagine what you're going to find, as a way of preparing for what you may need to do.. Like if it's a burglar? Aliens? Zombies?... But there was no way of preparing for what I was going to see.

I stopped at the end of the hall and peeked around the corner to see my grandmother on her knees, kneeling in front of a man who was sitting on the sofa. Her back was to me but there was little doubt what was going on (I'd seen it before). Her head bobbed up and down with a steady rhythm that echoed a soft wet sound into the air. I felt my pecker stir and stiffen and I reached for it. I rubbed myself through the fabric of my pajama bottoms until I was fully erect then I pulled it out through the opening and began to masturbate. I watched her intently, listening to her suckling and gentle moans. Imagining the sensation of sliding my virgin meat into her mouth and feeling the vibrations of her groans down my shaft and into my balls. I've watched this scene before, from the same spot, working my penis in the same way. The guy didn't matter, she rarely saw the same guy twice, but I always hated them. Hearing their heavy breathing, their murmured words of satisfaction and eventually their grunts of pleasure as they came into my grandmother's mouth, while I was left cumming into my hand. Almost on cue, the man began to whisper.

"Yes that's it!", her head moved faster working to finish him off. My hand worked faster as well, I felt my own orgasm building. "Don't stop grandma, I'm going to cum!" My eyes shot up to the man's face, obscured in the dark, but as my eyes focused I could see that this was not some man she'd brought home, it was my brother, her grandson!

The words didn't stop her as she picked up her pace, he clawed at the sofa cushions and growled through his teeth as he felt his load working it's way up. My eyes darted between them, taking it all in, but still uncertain about what I was watching. I felt a surge inside me and realized that I hadn't stopped jerking off. The surprise of watching my brother getting head from my grandmother somehow hadn't deterred me from wanting to cum, in fact I was more aroused than ever! I reached out and cupped a hand in front of my prick, while Michael cupped a hand on the back of grandma's head. We came at nearly the same time.

Normally I would've snuck away at this point, but I was drawn to the performance in front me, I needed to see more, see some type of explanation for why this was happening. When she had swallowed his load and cleared her throat she stood up, looking down at her drained grandson, unable to move just yet.

"Was that good?" He nodded. "You did a good job today." She said, still whispering, "I appreciate you not saying anything… we have to remember to look out for our family."

"Ya.. Sure." Michael panted. He began to stand up. I quickly and quietly snuck back into my room, wiping myself off on a dirty shirt, and climbed into bed. A couple minutes later he snuck in too.

"Michael?" I rubbed my eyes pretending like he woke me. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I just had to go to the bathroom." He lied.

"Oh ok." I sat up, "Ya, I gotta go too, g'night."

I caught them a few more times over the next couple days. She said she needed to talk to him while I was doing homework, so they went into her room and closed the door. I pressed my ear to it and heard the familiar slurps and groans of a young man getting his knob polished by his grandmother. But she wasn't limiting him to head. I also caught them having sex. At night on the floor of the living room, I watched her ride him, bare breasts bouncing freely as he lay there enjoying the view. I made myself cum again. He still never told me that any of this was happening, it made me resent him, out of jealousy mostly, but also because we were so close and told each other everything, until now. He was having sex with an actual woman (albeit our grandmother) while I was left desperately watching and pleasuring myself in the shadows.

Several days later, I came home late from school, having attended a meeting for a club I was in. I opened the door softly, almost out of habit now, as I always felt I was sneaking around avoiding detection in case they were in the middle of something. I walked in and the house seemed empty, so I went down the hall to my room. I heard a thud come from my grandmother's room, her door was next to ours and it was partly open. Then I heard her voice.

"I said NO! This is over, I told you that already! You need to listen to me, or.." she was angry, yelling.

"Or what!?" Michael yelled back. I peeked inside. They were both standing defiantly in each other's faces. "What are you going to do, tell someone?! Tell them that you hit us all the time and that you blew me so I wouldn't tattle on you! Or that you began fucking me too!? Your own grandson! And what, now that you decided it's over I just have to accept it, and still keep your secrets out of the kindness of my heart?! I don't think so! If you want to stop, fine, but I'm going to call the cops, my social worker, the news, everybody!!" Her face softened with fear, and her stance weakened. We were both taller than her, but her personality and power had always made her seem so big.. She finally looked small, and frail.. Defeated. "When I say suck, you suck! When I say fuck, you fuck! You can either be my whore and continue to get your government checks, or I will make you pay! So what's it going to be?!" He stared down at her.

"Fine." She couldn't look him in the eyes as she spoke, "Just don't tell anyone."

"Good. There will be no more discussion about it. Now FUCK."

Slowly she turned her back to him and undid her pants. She pulled them off, then her panties, and crawled on to her bed. She stayed there, obediently on her hands and knees, while Michael pulled his pants down and shoved his tool into her. He screwed her hard and triumphantly, while she held her head low, no sounds at all. I watched the whole thing, watched him cum, but I never touched myself. I felt bad for her, her choices had led her here, but I still felt bad. Michael finished, pulled up his pants and walked out. When he opened the door I was standing there, making it known that I'd witnessed the whole thing.

"Kevin!?" He gasped, and stepped back. My grandmother jumped to her feet, stumbling as she pulled up her pants. His face was shocked, and a little confused, not sure about what to say to me. But I said nothing, I just stared at him. A look of contempt washed over him. No matter that it was wrong, he looked unashamed, he didn't care what I'd seen him do, and he walked past me, down the hall and out the front door. I turned back to my grandmother.

"Oh thank God Kevin! Did you see what he did to me?! I don't know what happened, I couldn't stop him, we need to call the cops, you have to tell them that you saw him * me!" She was cowering in front of me, a victim. She wanted me to be her witness, to paint Michael as the bad guy, tell them what I'd seen…. But not what I'd heard.

"Should I tell them about seeing you hungrily sucking his dick after he lied to Nicole like you told him to? Or when you rode him until you both came?" I spoke calmly… Her eyes widened in terror. I reached down and unzipped my pants. Her eyes darted to my hands as I pulled out my eager cock. "When I say suck, you suck. When I say fuck, you fuck. You can either be our whore and continue to get your government checks, or we will make you pay.. Now SUCK." There was hesitation, but she knelt in front of me. She looked up, hoping I might have a change of heart, Instead I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward.

It was an incredible sensation, nothing like mere masturbation. She sucked dick like a woman with years of experience and it showed. I doubt she did it to make it enjoyable, simply to make it quick, and it worked. I came in minutes, the most powerful, gushing orgasm I'd ever had. I could feel each thick load pumping up my shaft and out of me. It was almost painful, nothing like the watery stuff I normally sprayed out. My entire body shook, I had to grip my grandmother's head for support which inadvertently thrust my cock to the back of her throat, causing her the gag and resist, but I didn't release her, I couldn't. It lasted longer than any climax I'd given myself, and I wasn't complaining. In fact the act of cumming lasted longer than it took for her to make me cum! I finally gained some composure and let her go, she pulled away looking angry and disgusted, but she didn't say anything. I tucked my dick away and zipped myself back up. I walked towards the door and stopped and turned back to her, still kneeling on the floor.

"That was great grandma! Thanks!" I smiled, "I'm going to go do my homework and then I'll be back!"

261 True Story

by SLCPunk1_0_1

Introduction:

This is the true story of me, the author. Which often serves as the inspiration for some of my stories. But this one is 100% true.

When I write erotica I often hear "that's not real! That never happened!" even though I never make a claim that those stories are true, some in fact ARE, although they may not necessarily be about ME. This criticism has motivated me to tell my story.

My name is Brian and this is a true story.. My story. I took liberties with the dialog and had to paraphrase since it took place a number of years ago now, but what happened is all true.

My mom and dad were high school sweethearts in southern California. They got pregnant with me their senior year, and even though he said he was ready to be a father and stayed by her side during the whole pregnancy, he chickened out right after I was born. My mom raised me with the help of my grandmother for the first few years, until she finished school and got a decent job, but then we were on our own.

My father appeared a couple of times when I was young, took me to Chuck E Cheese for the afternoon, or to the beach, but never stuck around, and I say 'Good Riddance!' The last time I saw him I was about 6. My mom did a great job, I never felt I was missing out on anything and I have no regrets about having a single mother as a parent.

About the same time I last saw my biological father (henceforth referred to as simply my father) my mom met the man who would become my step-dad. They got married, and had a few kids of their own. Technically these were my half – brothers and sisters, but I never thought of them that way, they were just my siblings and treated as such.

We moved around the country for my parents jobs, but eventually we found ourselves back in sunny SoCal. To be honest, the vibe there wasn't my cup of tea, so I went out of state of college, but when I graduated with no clear career path in mind, I found myself moving back in with my family.

I landed on my feet and was out on my own in no time, living the single life, full of dating and one night stands. I had several long term relationships, but I cheated on all of them. I definitely had what the kids call a 'GlowUp' after college. In high school I had acne, and confidence issues that kept me from being much of a ladies man. So as I got older my face cleared up and I got a sense of style and sense of self. But that insecure guy who never got the girl was still inside me and he was insatiable. I didn't try to cheat, but I was unable to say 'no' if a girl showed interest. The idea that a woman would want me was still foreign and exciting. If they flirted, I flirted back.. If they asked me out, I said yes… It ended up costing me some very promising girlfriends.. but you live and you learn, and everything happens for a reason, because it lead me to the one who would eventually become my wife.

Not long after I met her I received a strange call from a woman I'd never met before, her name was Andrea, and she was in fact my aunt. She was my father's sister, which explained her absence all my life. Naturally I assumed she was calling on his behalf, or maybe to inform me that he'd died, but it was neither. She wasn't even calling for her own sake either (although she was very eager to get to know me and wanted to meet) she was actually trying to locate me for a half-sister of mine named Grace.

Grace is a few years younger than me and the only daughter my father had. It turns out my father had 4 children, all with different women, and to stick with his routine, he bailed on all of them. The other two were guys, making them my half-brothers, and they were close to the same age as Grace. It seems she knew about me and had always wanted to meet. She'd already met the other two, and I was the last puzzle piece of our scattered family. I really had no interest in meeting her or this aunt of mine, but I went ahead and told Andrea she could forward my number along.

Within 24hours I received a call from Grace. It went exactly the way you'd imagine.. Just a bunch of small talk… She lives just outside of Indianapolis, is married with 3 kids and has a beagle. It wasn't the earth shattering experience I think she was hoping for, but oh well. We spoke a number of times over the next few weeks, and while the conversations got better and more in depth, we were still obviously strangers trying to force a familial bond that wasn't there. And I wasn't making things better by not really having my heart in it. She on the other hand seemed to feel quite differently about how our talks were going. She called me her 'brother' and referred to us as 'family', even saying things like 'I love you' at the end of our calls. I wasn't there yet, and to be honest I didn't have any intention of getting to that level of comfort with her.

She doubled down on our bi-weekly calls with daily texts. To make things worse, Andrea was now talking to me too, also wanting to get to know me. This meant I was constantly repeating myself. I was answering questions about my life that I really didn't even want to, and now I was doing it TWICE! I kept my cool though, I knew their hearts were in the right place, so I put up with it.

A couple months went by and Grace brought up that neither of us knew what the other looked like. Two months ago I wouldn't have cared, but by now I felt a little invested in this 'relationship' so I agreed we should swap pictures.. I don't know if this was a mistake or a blessing.. But she was GORGEOUS! My other sisters were actually very pretty too, but I've never seen them this way before! There was no resemblance whatsoever. For one, I have very dark hair, and she's a blonde. But on top of that, she looked like the kind of girl who poses proactively on Instagram! I even made jokes to myself that 'of course the only way a girl like this would talk to me was if she was related!'. I of course gave her a picture of me, and she thought I was very cute. She said I looked like our father, which of course I barely remembered. She said she had a picture of him and emailed it to me.. I still don't think we look alike, but oh well.

This got me thinking, our one connection was him, yet we hardly talked about him. I had an excuse of course, since I hadn't seen him in over 20 years, but she knew more. I asked her for information, which she was very vague about, then completely shut the topic down. I decided to ask Andrea about him, she was a little more forthcoming, but her details ended after I was born. I asked why Grace wouldn't want to talk about him and she said I'd need to ask her, but not to expect much. I dropped the issue for a few weeks, hopping that talking to her more, and having her get more comfortable with me would allow her to open up. We even moved up to video chats, a change which proved problematic as she was ALWAYS wearing thin cotton shirts and no bra, along with boxer shorts that were rolled up at the top to make them shorter. Sometimes less! Like small tank tops, and panties. She made comments like 'it's no big deal, you're just my brother!'. Her hair and makeup was 'never done' but always looked flawless. I had to continuously remind myself that this was my sister. It was frustrating to say the least, but in any case I won her over and after a couple weeks I asked about our father again and she opened up.

When she was born our father split, but he came and found her when she was older and wanted to 'build a relationship'. He asked her to move in with him and his new wife, Carol. She confided in me that he raped her, repeatedly for years. He threatened her, and threatened to kill her mother if she told her. She tried to tell Carol, but she didn't believe her, and our father punished her for it.

She said it got especially tough after he finally made her cum, a sensation she wasn't expecting. She didn't want to of course, it's a natural reaction, but once she realized that it could feel good, a part of her stopped fighting. She eventually gave in, succumbing to her situation, and accepting it. She would now let it happen and even decided to make the best of it, learning to enjoy it, and using it to her advantage. She could seduce him when she wanted something. She admitted to me that she'd regularly bribe him with oral to get her way. In hindsight she was ashamed, and blamed her self, but it was a means of making it through, and I understood.

It finally ended when Carol actually caught them. He was arrested and even fessed up.. He was still serving time. Andrea knew, her mother knew, and it wasn't a secret that she was trying to keep from the world, but she was afraid of how I'd react knowing the truth, like I'd be scared off. But I was incredibly sympathetic and if anything, knowing this made me actually look at her like a sister. This created a new level of comfort for us. I would refer to her as 'sis' when we spoke, she was ecstatic. This brought us to the next step in our relationship… meeting.

I lived in a very popular part of the country, a place with plenty of hotels and attractions, so naturally I encouraged her to come visit me.. She on the other hand lived in a small town with literally nothing to do, yet still insisted that I come there instead. We were at an impasse. Both trying to convince the other to travel to their homes, it became a game, I'd point out things like theme parks and send her pictures of the beach… she'd send me pictures of cows. Then one day she sent me a picture of her, and it was a very cute picture, nothing sexual, but very cute, like a dating profile picture. I asked what this was, she said

"Here's another reason to come here, it's me thinking of you!"

Flirtatious am I right!? But not overtly, and I wasn't going to jump to conclusions. She admitted that it would just be more convenient for her life if I came there, since she had kids and everything. So I conceded and we agreed that I'd go to Indiana.

Planning began. She suggested I come in the October.. See the leaves change colors, go through a real Midwestern corn maze, that sort of thing. It was currently November, which meant we were looking ahead nearly a year to meet. This was actually very convenient for me, getting time off of work that sort of thing. Until then we kept in touch, but the flirtations continued. In fact as the time went on we conversed more like workplace crushes rather than distant siblings. I didn't know what was coming over me.

When the topic came up of where to stay, I asked for recommendations of a hotel nearby, and she went off the rail. She demanded that I stay with her and her family, and obviously I declined, I didn't want to impose. They lived a modest life. Her husband was a manager at a small restaurant, and she worked at a day care. I told her that she should look into being a Victoria's Secret model, she thought that was hilarious and said something to the effect of..

"Who'd want to see me modeling lingerie? You?" and we laughed. Good thing it was through text that way she couldn't see me blush.

But they had a humble home with 3 kids, and there wasn't a guest room, so I told her I'd simply be more comfortable at a motel than on the couch.

"Don't be silly, I'd put my husband on the couch, and you can sleep with me!" She said.

I'm dead serious, she really said that! I was starting to wonder what she was playing at. Was she just saying outlandish things because she thought it was cute or funny? Was she really this naïve? Or was there something more behind it? Other things were said, like..

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"I'm thinking of you!"

It felt like two people who had met through online dating and were at the 'flirty getting to know each other stage' before our first date. Our questions had moved from, 'what's your favorite color' and 'what do you do for a living', to 'would you have dated me in high school?' and 'where's the craziest place you've had sex?'. And what's worse is I really liked it, plus I had no doubt she did too. I reached a boiling point during a video chat one day when she asked.

"What do you think of my boobs?" She said it in a slightly ditsy way, cupping them through her thin t-shirt. "They're fake, I got them done a couple years ago and I always wondered if I should've gotten them bigger."

"Um.." The question threw me off "I think they look good… but I can't really tell with a shirt on." I could not believe I just said that. I was mortified. But it didn't even phase her, she lifted up her shirt and showed me her tits!.. They were fantastic! She giggled and jiggled them and asked me if I liked them once more, which I said I did. And then I made up an excuse to hang up.

But it didn't stop, I didn't want it to. She showed me her ass in a thong, talked about her and her husband's sex life. I sent her a text asking for a topless picture.. And she sent it! She even admitted that the weekend I was scheduled to visit, her husband was actually going to be gone on an annual trip with his brother, so I really could share the bed with her if I wanted to. She said it would be chilly and she could use me to stay warm while he wasn't there.

Now keep in mind that this didn't happen over night, she didn't show me her boobs right away. We'd been communicating for close to a year by now, and were less than 6 months away from meeting. So maybe that's why it was able to get to this point, because it was very gradual, we weren't quite family who'd grown up together, but we weren't strangers either. But regardless, I was at war with myself. I knew this was wrong, but I kept it going. She may have only been my half-sister, but this was still completely inappropriate. I didn't know what to think, and I sure as hell didn't have a clue what she was thinking! So I blatantly asked her.. And it went something like this.

"What's going on? Do you have feelings for me or something?" I asked during a conversation in which she was asking if my girlfriend was good in bed.

"What are you taking about?" She asked.

"We're related, you're my sister, you shouldn't be sending me pictures of your tits, and I shouldn't have asked for it! And we shouldn't be discussing our sex lives! I have two other sisters and I've never talked to them about that, I've never even thought about it."

"No I don't like you like that, I'm married, and if that's what you think then I don't want to talk to you anymore!" and she hung up.

I didn't call her or send her any texts. I felt like it was for the best, like pulling off a Band-Aid quickly, and it ended before we did anything that we were really going to regret... But the truth is I missed her, in fact I more than missed her, it was like a breakup, I found myself yearning for our talks and teasing texts. And I guess she felt the same way, because she reached out to me.

"I do have feelings for you, and it's not like a brother.. I've met the other two brothers and I have no attraction to either of them.. But with you.. I don't know, I just want you.. And I want you to want me too." She wrote after more than a week of silence.

"I want you too, and I don't know why. It scares me" I responded.

The term is called Genetic Sexual Attraction, or GSA. It's a physiological and psychological phenomenon where biological relatives who have never met, or have not seen each other for a great period of time, become attracted to one another. It happens shortly after coming into contact for the first time, or in some cases, almost instantly. The reasons are not fully understood, mostly because people in these incestuous relationships are not likely to come forward and talk about their experiences. But it's believed that seeing physical features that you can relate to on someone you don't know can make them more attractive. They tend to have an immediate bond, and a sense of closeness, while still viewing these people as strangers, and thus acceptable sexual partners.

I wasn't aware of all of this at the time, I just knew that Grace and I were inexplicably attracted to one another. Yes she was very good looking, but simply being pretty was not enough that I'd be willing to completely ignore the fact that we were related and fantasize about having sex with her! But that's exactly what we were doing! Once we admitted our desires to each other and to ourselves, it escalated. We were now brazenly flirting. Talking about sex in an unabashed way, including telling each other what we were planning on doing with them once we met, and in turn what we wanted them to do to us. She told me that she likes everything, and gave me free reign to do anything to her body. She let me know that she had her tubes tied after her last child, so 'not to worry'. She asked me what I'd want to do to her first… and I answered honestly.. 'have you suck my dick'. I love head, and finding a woman who does it well is a challenge. She promised me that I wouldn't be disappointed.

The whole time this was going on I'd still been keeping in touch with Andrea, not as frequently as with Grace, but still on a regular basis. It turns out she also lives in Southern California, albeit an hour away, but still, within driving distance for an easy visit. Even so, I'd been declining since I didn't really want to develop more connections with that side of the family, but Grace and Andrea were very close and she was making me feel bad for not visiting our aunt. So I finally gave in and agreed to come over to her place for dinner.

Now the only picture I'd seen of her was from the 80s and they were of her and my father together. She was pretty, but that was nearly 30 years ago at this point. So I showed up at her condo, and was pleasantly surprised to meet a very attractive woman. I could see the girl from the pictures in her stunningly youthful face. She had luscious blonde hair (something from that side of the family I guess), and a voluptuous figure with large breasts and round hips. She stood before me in a sensuous dress that hugged her form. The kind you'd expect her to wear to a fancy lounge for drinks. I on the other hand showed up in cargo pants and a button down shirt that was untucked and had the sleeves rolled up. I apologized profusely, but she insisted that I looked very handsome.

There was an instant spark between us, chemistry, and what seemed like a mutual attraction. It seemed like a first date rather than meeting family for dinner. There was flirting on both sides, but we seemed to make sure it that could've been played off as friendliness. I caught myself checking her out numerous times, and I know she saw it. Her cleavage was too much for me to avoid, and every time she stood up and walked by I couldn't help but watch her. But she never said anything, and I got the feeling she was trying to flaunt what she had.

We talked over dinner and drinks. Our previous chats had always been about me and my life, this time I got to know her. She was divorced, and was unable to bare children of her own, which may explain why she was so drawn to her nieces and nephews. She was a manager in retail. And was surprised when she even divulged to me that my father had molested her quite a bit too, something she never had the guts to come forward about. So when he eventually went to jail, Grace and her developed quite the bond. Becoming something in between mother and friend.. her confidant, a human diary that she confided in.

The conversation then shifted to Grace and I. My aunt asked how we were getting along, and if I was excited to meet her for the first time. My answers were short and simple, mostly just 'yes' and 'no'… I even avoided eye contact. Thinking of Grace in my aunt's presence made me uncomfortable. If only she knew just how well Grace and I were getting along.. Which, as it turned out, she did. There was a brief silence, she was studying me, waiting for information she knew I had but refused to give up. And then she came out with it.

"Grace says she's very excited for your visit. And she tells me you're looking forward to it too…" I just nodded… "she's pretty isn't she, Grace? She said you told her to be an underwear model, that's cute." She said it calmly, nothing accusatory in her voice, just a statement. I looked up at her, trying to wager what she was getting at. "It's ok, I know the two of you are planning on having sex." It was like a punch in the gut, I felt sick. I looked down at my plate, unable to my eye contact again. "She tells me everything, I know about all your talks." I was debating if I could try and deny any of this, but it seemed futile.. And she really didn't seem upset.. So I just went with it, and nodded along. "It's ok, I'm happy for the two of you."

Dinner was over at this point, and I had downed my last glass of wine to try and calm my nerves (it didn't help). So, I excused myself, said it was nice to meet her and tried to leave. But she asked me to stay longer, and keeping a woman who had damming information about me happy, seemed prudent. So I stayed. We sat on the couch and she poured more wine. She chatted, though I wasn't in a talking mood anymore, but I answered questions she asked. Then she threw me another curve ball.

"What do you think of my breasts? They're fake too, I know You've seen Grace's. After she got hers done, I figured I'd give it a try. It was right after my divorce." She turned her body towards me, and was cupping them through her dress. I didn't want to look. Having her know that I was planning on having sex with my sister suddenly made me very aware that this was, in fact, my aunt. I just sort of nodded and mumbled 'uh huh'. "Here let me show you." She said proudly. Her dress was a tube top style, so she just pulled it down, revealing a strapless bra which she unclasped in the front and dropped to the floor. "Well, what do you think?" she asked. I was focused intently on my hands. "Brian look." She almost sounded like she was scolding me. I felt uncomfortable, but the truth is I wanted to look. She asked me again, she obviously wanted the attention. So I did it. They were prefect, fake, but perfect, heavier than Grace's, with a pornstar quality.

Sure this was my aunt, but I'd never met her before. I didn't have innocent memories of her babysitting me, or spending holidays together. To me this was just an attractive older woman who was showing me her beautifully done breast augmentation.. At the time I didn't know why she felt inclined to do so, but I didn't care. Without asking her permission I reached up and clasped one, she just smiled approvingly. My hand was only there for a second, when that thing that usually happens when I touch a bare breast, happened! My dick flinched under my pants, and she noticed. Casually I pulled my hand off and looked away. I sat in silence as I tried to think of a topic to change the subject, but she spoke first.

"Grace tells me that you're looking forward to her giving you a blowjob when you get there. You say they're your favorite." Damnit, Grace told her everything! But I just gulped, and once again muttered 'uh huh'.

She said reaching for my crotch. I flinched, but she was already tugging on the zipper by the time I could react, but now I realized what she was doing, and my body wouldn't let me stop her. The voice inside my head screamed 'whoa! This isn't right!' but I didn't do anything. I just watched as she slid her fingers through the opening of my pants and boxers and pulled out my cock. There was no awkwardness on her part, no hesitation or doubt. She just leaned over and placed it in her mouth. I gasped a little, but not out of reluctance, purely out of pleasure. I didn't take long, and the only warning I gave her that I was about to cum was the grunting that signaled it was too late. She was a champ, she sucked me clean, and then stood up, wiping the sides of her lips.

She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom, where we both fully undressed. Normally I would've left at this point, I generally didn't have the ability to go back to back. But she urged me into bed with her and proceeded to start sucking on me. Not aggressively, or with the expectation that I'd cum again.. I was barely hard.. But this seemed more for her enjoyment. Licking it, kissing it, fondling my balls, stroking it slowly.

"I wish I'd been around while you were growing up." She said, still looking at my prick. "I'd have given you head every day. You could've had sex with me whenever you wanted. Who knows, I could've even been your first." She was speaking to herself more than to me, but it was turning me on..

The thought of still being that awkward young man, but with a hot aunt who was willing to give it up... I swelled up in her hands and she went back to sucking. When she felt I was ready she climbed on top and inserted me into her wet snatch. I was nowhere near ready to cum, so I just sat back and watched. She came a couple of times, and right when I was nearing my own climax, the thought crept into my mind 'you're screwing your aunt!' But it wasn't the buzz kill you'd think it was. To the contrary, it made it better. I just kept repeating it in my head 'you're fucking your aunt! Those are your aunts tits! You're gonna cum in your aunt!' I'm not proud, but it was really exciting, and gave me an enormous orgasm. We collapsed in the bed, and I eventually composed myself enough to leave but that wasn't the last time.

I began having a full on affair with her. She'd come over when my girlfriend wasn't home, and I'd make up errands to do so I could go to her place. I even called in sick to work one day so I could spend it in bed with her. All the while I was still talking to Grace, planning what sexual escapades we would partake in when I got there. So it really felt like I was cheating on two women. Andrea told me not to say anything to Grace. She said she'd bring it up to her in due time, but for now she didn't want to cause drama before my upcoming trip. Which was right around the corner.

October came in no time, and before I knew it I was flying into Indianapolis. Grace picked me up at the airport, and as soon as we got in the car we were all over each other. Her hands were fidgeting with my pants while we kissed, so I helped. Blindly I fished out my tool and then sat back. She took hold of the base and looked at it in awe. I'm bigger than average, but nothing to admire. She was more in awe that I was finally there, this was finally happening. She finally had her big brother's cock in her hands. Precum oozed out impatiently. And I placed my hand on the back of her head, gently pushing her down.

"Suck my cock sis." I whispered, and she did.

My hand stayed there, a sign of ownership. 'This was my sister, she sucks my cock ', of course she wanted me too, so I wasn't exactly forcing her, but still the feeling of dominance was arousing. It wasn't like me at all.. The fear and reluctance I'd first experienced with Andrea was gone, nearly three months of fucking my aunt had eased any doubts I'd had about coming here to spend a weekend banging my incredibly hot sister. She is still to this day the most universally beautiful woman I've ever met. She was nearing closer to 30 than 20, but looked like a high school homecoming queen. I was more confident now, I spoke while she blew me, things like 'that's it, suck your big brother, I gonna cum so big for you sis!' she made sounds of delight, muddled by my dick. Hearing it out loud, thinking about how wrong it was to be doing this made it so much better, and I had a massive orgasm. Even though I warned her it was coming, it was too much for her and I made quite the mess. When the euphoria wore off and we saw the destruction… my pants were soaked and there were cum shots all over the windshield and dashboard… we laughed and teased one another… like siblings.

Her husband really was gone for the weekend, just like she'd promised, so I slept in her bed. Her kids were all very young and naïve, but to be safe we told them I was staying on the couch. We did everything we could, every position, every hole, its the most I've cum in a four day period. I'd had some great lovers, but with her, I felt like I couldn't get enough.

Sex aside, the purpose of the trip was still for two siblings to get acquainted, so we did other stuff too. She showed me the sights and introduced me to friends, all the while we were sneaking each other glances and touching when no one was looking. When it was over we were sad, and when I got back to California we missed each other.. A lot. Not just the sex, but the person, the comfort, the excitement and the fun.

We continued to talk, turning each other on with dirty texts throughout the day, sending nude pictures when we knew they were with their significant other, playing a risky game that we both liked. I avoided going to see my aunt. It just felt wrong to start that up again. I made excuses and stayed away for over two months, until she showed up at my house. It seemed like a risky move, she didn't know my girlfriend's work schedule, but she figured that if she was home she could just introduce herself and say she came for a visit. But as luck would have it I was home alone. And when I answered the door with an explanation ready, for why I couldn't see her right now, she came right in. I started telling her about how I couldn't sleep with her anymore, She seemed understanding, and said she just wanted to come in for coffee and to ask about my trip. So I allowed it. As I made the coffee, I talked about the trip, avoiding any mention of all the sex that I'm sure she already knew all about. But of course she steered the conversation that way, asking 'how I liked fucking Grace' and 'doesn't she have a great body', and when I walked over to give her the cup, she placed her hand on my bulge and asked 'who sucks your dick better?'. Seconds later I was standing in my kitchen while my aunt was on her knees in front of me proving that she was the best cock sucker.

This incident aside, I really did stop seeing her. And as things were progressing with my girlfriend, I started to pull away from Grace too. We still talked, just not as much, and there was still mention of sex, I just didn't initiate it. After a year we were barely talking once a week. There were little flirtations, but nothing overtly sexual. I honestly thought things were headed for a 'breakup' of sorts, and I was relieved. But then she told me that they were planning on coming to visit us in California. I was petrified. This had disaster written all over it. I was able to nix them staying with us, so a hotel was their only option. But I still wasn't out of the woods.

They came three months later. And I endured the most awkward introductions ever! I met Grace's husband, Grace met my Girlfriend, even Andrea was there, who I hadn't seen in over a year. It was gut wrenching. They were in town for a week, but at least her family was with her and they had an itinerary they wanted to follow. We went to theme parks, baseball games, famous restaurants and all that SoCal has to offer. It looked like I'd be able to avoid having sex with my sister again, but on the last day when I arrived at the hotel to take them to the beach, I was informed that her husband had taken her kids already, so that way we could have lunch and catch up. But instead she took me up to her room. I was telling myself not to do this again, yelling inside my head. But it wasn't loud enough, the view of my sister positioned on all fours on the bed was too enticing. And when she looked over her shoulder at me and said

"Come Fuck me big bother."

The voices of objection were silenced. I screwed her all afternoon. And the next day she left.

Once again I distanced myself from her, but her feelings were reignited. She was calling and texting constantly, I let it go on for awhile, but one day my girlfriend actually proposed to me! I was shocked and moved, I said yes. I now realized that everything with my aunt and sister was just lust, but that I really did love my girlfriend. I was determined to be a good fiancé and eventually husband. So I told Grace this had to stop. I said I loved her, but that I didn't want to risk the relationship with my future wife. She was not understanding. Called me every name in the book and made threats about outing us, but I knew she wouldn't follow through, she had even more to lose than I did. Shortly afterwards Andrea tried getting ahold of me, I'm sure Grace called her. I ignored it and eventually she stopped. Grace's name calling and threats stopped after a couple weeks, and I thought that was the end. A couple months later she texts to tell me that she's fucking both our other half-brothers now, saying that they're better in bed than I am, trying to hurt me. I have no idea if she really did, I never did meet or talk to either of them.

I got married 8 months after getting engaged. And in that time I'm ashamed to admit that I faltered twice… both with my aunt. The first was just a month before the wedding and she reached out to my fiancé saying that she needed my help moving some furniture around. So I was pressured into going. I showed up very annoyed telling her that 'this better not be a trick', she did in fact need my help, but before I left, I succumbed to her feminine wiles. Once she had me in her mouth, she was able to get me in her bed, and we had sex. I hated myself… But then I let it happen again just a couple days before the wedding. I reached out to her, maybe it was cold feet or pre wedding jitters but at least this time it was by choice, or more like weakness. I went over and fucked my aunt one last time. Telling myself that this was me sewing my wild oats before the big day. It was great and that made it hard to walk away from, but when I left I begged her not to talk to me again, and to this day she never has.

This is all true. I ended up going to therapy about it. I was disgusted with myself for having sex with relatives. But for a long time I regretted ending things with them, especially Andrea (mostly because she was closer and more accessible), therapy helped give me the fortitude to stay away. To this day I still find myself thinking of calling her, but the longer it's been the easier it is to resist. Writing erotic- fiction has been my best coping mechanism, writing about desires rather than trying to act on them has helped me. I've never felt a desire to have sex with my otherwise beautiful mother and sisters. But the fantasy is appealing. I even became part of an "incest support group" for a bit. I was stunned at how many of them were part of "consensual-incestual" relationships. Hearing other's stories became much of the inspirations for my stories.

It's widely believed that the victims of sexual abuse are more likely to engage in unhealthy sex lives, such as choosing inappropriate sexual partners. Those who were abused by relatives have a greater chance of later CHOOSING to have sex with other relatives. Victims are also more likely to become victimizers themselves. None of this applies to me directly, I think I'm simply an example of GSA. But it could explain why my seemingly normal aunt and half-Sister, who were themselves raped my their brother and father respectively, were so sexually attracted to me, and insisted on having a sexual relationship with me even though it could've ruined our lives and the lives of others. It may also be the reason it was so hard to walk away even when I tried to end it. They're not to blame, I was just as much at fault. I was an adult and made my own bad choices due to weakness and my own selfish urges..

262 Blackmailed Mother

Introduction:

I'm new at this...fictional story and of course, I welcome constructive reviews.

Life as we know it can be altered...from one moment to the next, you can never predict the future. Looking back to that dreadful day...

I'm a happily married woman, 43 years of age...my husband Richard is a good man. He's in the insurance industry and without question, he's always devoted his time and energy towards his career. With that being said, I know that he loves me...and he loves our kids. As for myself, I've been working as a loan officer in the same bank for the past 15 years. My oldest daughter Melissa, was in her 2nd year at college and my son David, had just turned eighteen and was beginning his senior year in high school. My name is JoLyn.

On any given day, most of my day is spent on the phone. To this day, I can't explain why this happened to me...only that it did. With that being said, it was mid-morning and like any other call that I would receive; I picked it up. "Good morning, this is Jolyn in loans, how can I help you?"

"Hello JoLyn in the loan department." The voice was a bit garbled and I can recall having a hard time in trying to understand every word that was being spoken. It was as if he was trying to disguise his voice with some sort of device. "If everything works out right...we will be helping each other out."

I was at a lost of words, but I remember saying, "Um, okay. May I have your name so I can better assist you?"

His voice became threatening. "No, you may not know my name. If you value your families lives...you will not hang up the phone."

I was already in the process of hanging up the receiver. Like any place of business, we gfet crank calls. It goes without saying, for one reason or another, banks tend to piss people off. But the last words that he said caught my attention...and i slowly drew the phone back up to my ear. "Who is this? What...what do you want?" I could feel the slightest bit of hysteria in my voice.

There was a moment of silence, but I could tell that someone was still on the other end of the phone. His breathing was heavy. "JoLyn, I'm giving you a task...and I have faith that you will obey my every word. But too, I know that you'll need some incentives. If you truly love your family...you will listen carefully and do everything that you're told to do."

I glanced at the door to my office...for a moment, I wondered if I should run out and get someone to help me. I've often heard that people will threaten bank employee's families to extort money. Sitting in my office on that particular day...this scenerio was being entertained in my mind.

In a weakened voice, I heard myself say. "I can't help you rob this bank...even with your threats...I...I can't help you."

As soon as I had finished my statement, his voice filled my ears with such fear. "JoLyn, I said that you should listen carefully. You're not focused and you need to focus your attention on my voice; to my instructions." A moment of silence followed. "I'll make sure that your husband and daughter are on the evening news...and the news won't be good."

My heart dropped into the pits of my stomach. I felt a wave of dizziness sweep over me. In a small, quiet voice, I replied, "Yes, I'm sorry. I'm listening."

" JoLyn, I've been watching you for quite some time. You've been under constant surveillance and will continue to be. Morning, noon and night...I've been watching you; your entire family." My heart was beating a mile a minute. "Your husband is flying to California for a weekend seminar. Your daughter has 3 classes today...calculus, physcology and a literature class. If she keeps to her normal habits...she'll blow off her last class to get a start on her Friday night partying. You even scolded her this morinng...on the phone about slacking off."

My stomach was now doing flip-flops. How did he know about my conversation with my daughter? "H-how did you know that?" I said in a tight whisper. "Is my — did you bug my phone?"

"JoLyn, I know everything about you. I'm always watching...I'm always listening. While at the airport, your husband bought the latest edition of Esquire. Before coming down for breakfast, your husband masturbated to some inter-net porn. I'm also aware that your daughter...after her morning class, she met up with a boy and had a cup of coffee with him. Just between you and I...she's hopeful that he'll fuck her soon. As for you...at this very moment, I know you're wearing black french bikini panties."

"Omigod." I said. I was on the verge of fainting. I tried to steady my breathing until the black clouds at the edge of my vision began to fade. My heart seemed so loud as it pounded inside my chest. How did he know what I was wearing? My son, my husband...they had both left the house before I'd showered and dressed for work. When they left the house, I waved to them while I was still on my old flannel nightgown. "What do you want? I can try and get you money, but I'm not sure how much I can manage." Who was this guy and how did he know all this? Did he have cameras in our home?

"I'm not interested in money. I'm not interested in robbing your bank. JoLyn...this is more personal."

Another moment of silence. "JoLyn, I want you to fuck your son."

Silence...just dead silence ensued. My brain was trying to process what the caller had said. His words just didn't make any sense. He didn't want money? Sex? He used the word fuck...my son? I ran my hand through my hair...rubbing, massaging my scalp...it's as if I was trying to warm my brain up...in order to process what was being said to me. "Wait...what?? You want me to do what?"

"JoLyn, you heard me. You are going to fuck your son. You'll spread your legs and you'll let your son bury his cock deep inside your pussy. And JoLyn, I think your son deserves a nice blow job."

"I can't do that!" Shivers of revulsion seemingly ran through my entire body. "What your asking, what you're saying...is sickening."

"JoLyn, you will do it. I don't care how sickening it might sound. Listen carefully JoLyn...because the clock is now ticking. You will seduce and fuck your son by midnight tonight...or your husband and daughter will not live to see tomorrow's sunrise."

I started to cry...to supress my anguish, I covered my mouth with my hand. I stuggled to stay in control and finally, I blurted out, "I can't do that...I won't do it. My son would never...for God's sake, I'm his mother!"

The "voice" on the other end of the phone remained passive. "JoLyn, you have a choice to make. You can pleasure your son...or you can hear about how your family died. " My heart skipped a beat. "Pay close attention to my instructions. If you try to explain to your son what is happening...I will kill your husband and daughter." Silence ensued. "If you attempt to call your husband or daughter and attempt to warn them...they will be dead before they hang up the phone with you." Another moment of silence. "If you contact the authorities...your husband and daughter will die."

His voice had been so calm...a cold shiver ran through my entire body. He calmly told me the rules that I were to follow...and for every word he said; I believed his threat. I wasn't going to call the police...I absolutely believed tha he would do what he said he would do.

"JoLyn, what time is it?"

It was a quick moment...my mind was reeling in thought, his question caught me off guard. I struggled for that moment to understand what he had said...then, I looked down at my watch, the lovely gold watch that my husband had given me for our 20th Anniversary. I swallowed and replied, "It's a few...um minutes to 11."

"JoLyn, do we understand each other? You have just over 13 hours to seduce your son and make him your lover. Failure to do this by the midnight hour will reslt in your husband and daughter's death. You're racing against the clock...your son usually gets home from school around 3...I'd start preparing if I was you."

"Um...um, yes. I think I understand. After...after I fuck my...after it happens, how do I get in touch with you?

The most obscene chuckle was heardon the other end of the phone. "JoLyn, trust me...the first time your son sticks his cock inside his mother's cunt...I'll know." The voice continued to laugh and then, he said. "Oh and JoLyn?"

"Y-yes?" I replied...becoming very fearful of what he might demand of me next.

"Enjoy yourself."

The caller had hung up. The phone line was dead. What seemed like a very long conversation...in actuality, it had only lasted a few minutes. In that span of time, my entire world had turned upside down.

I broke down crying. Hanging up the phone...recalling his every word, his instructions...it became an overwhelming moment; I sobbed loudly. The caller was a madman...would he actually kill my family? He was watching me...there was no way I could go to the police for help. Even so, my hand was already reaching for the phone to dial 9-1-1...then, my fingers hovered over the phone for several minutes...my mind was racing in circles, trying to find another solution. Nothing came to mind...my entire body shivered with fear. I glances at the digital readout display. It was past 11:30 AM. Somehow, thirty minutes had passed.

The time of the morning...that suddenly became the overwhelming thought in my head. I had made my decision. My hands punched up a number on the phone and I said, "Dora? JoLyn here. I've had a family emergency come up and I'm taking the rest of the day off. Let everyone know, okay." Words of concern and sympathy came back and I replied, "No, everything will be okay...I think. Have a good weekend."

Five minutes later, I was in my car, driving towards home and wondering how the hell I was going to do what I was being forced to do. As I drove, a terrible thought crossed my mind. Was my son behind this? I quickly dismissed that thought. Many people who are reading this story may assume that every son wants to fuch his mother and vice-versa...but I had never seen a hint of sexual interest from my son. Of course, my son liked girls...when he had reached puberty, he got caught peeking in on his sister while she was dressing. I had found porn on his computer...mostly younger women with huge breasts and too, being the typical male; he viewed some lesbian sites. He was scolded...but in all honesty, I wrote it off as being a normal thing that any boy would do.

My son has always been a pretty shy young man. My mind was reeling in thought. Thinking back...I could recall three girls that he had asked out for dates...and there were no repeat performances. He's a bit husky...wears glasses...I gave up trying to get him to wear contacts. His sister...her favorite term for her brother; nerd. As I was driving home...I felt myself smiling; her term was very accurate. And so, how was I going to seduce my son? If I was just to blurt it out...asking him to fuck me, his mother...would he run up to his room and lock the door behind him?

It's not like I'm anyone's idea of that term...that slangy word. I'm not a MILF. I'm 43 years of age, standing 5'4". I'm a good 20lbs over what my appropriate weight should be. My breasts aren't huge...34B...definately not the beach ball type that my son seems to be looking at on the porn sites. My hair is short...blonde...almost white hair with blue eyes. My legs aren't too bad, but my thighs are thicker than I ever wanted them to be. So, in my greatest use of my imagination...I couldn't imagine my son finding me sexy.

I found myself thinking of ways...how could I pull this off? Every thought that my mind considered...I knew it was doomed for failure. How does someone make their son think of them...as someone they'd like to fuck? I eventually got away from the downtown traffic and was heading home on the freeway. Suddenly, I saw an exit sign...call it an inspiration...or better yet, desperation. I crossed over a few lanes of traffic...my mind entertained a vaguest hint of an idea...and I had little time to get what was needed.

I saw my smile in the rear view mirror...call it a horrific smile...but a smile nevertheless. In order to save my family...I needed to do a little shopping.

It was 3:30 PM...I was home. My son wasn't in the house when I entered...his old Dodge wasn't in the driveway. It didn't take me long...I had everything in place for what I was hoping would be a successful seduction. I could hardly believe what my mind was contemplating...going to such extremes, in order to seduce my son. The time was ticking by at a fast rate...the terrible images I had of my husband and daughter kept me focused on my quest. Another hour had passed...finally, I heard my son pull into the driveway.

I was in the kitchen pulling some brownies out of the oven when I heard him unlock the front door. I heard the thump of books being dumped on the couch and then his footsteps treading down the hallway towards me. "Hi, sweetie," I called out. "Welcome home!"

Before he came through the doorway, I could hear him say, "Mom, you're home early, what's up?" I heard his feet come to a sudden halt. When he saw me, his eyes grew wide.

I was never the type of woman that showed off alot of skin. While shopping, I had found a little sundress...intentionally a bit small for me, that tied in a halter around my neck with a plunging neckline...and an even deeper plunge in the back...almost to my hips and with a hemline that ended barely south of my crotch. Aside from the sundress, I was wearing these "fuck me" pumps that I thought would improve the look of my legs...and with my back to him and bent over in front of the oven...I was hopeful that he was getting a good view of my bikini clad ass.

I looked over my shoulder at him and said. "I decided to take the afternoon off...hit the mall, but a few things. What do you think of my new dress?"

I looked over my shoulder at him and said, "Yeah, decided to take the afternoon off — hit the mall and buy a few new things. What do you think of my new dress?" I felt so embarrassed being dressed as I was...especially, in front of my very own son.

My son swallowed...his eyes again grew very wide...his face was turning bright red. He managed to mutter, "It's um, really pretty mom. Um...I've got some homework to...um, do." He was blushing and I considered that to be a good thing...a good start. I then found myself idly wondering...how much I was blushing.

When my son began his retreat, I straightened up and turned in his direction with a tray of my secret weapons in my hand. "Honey, you got the entire weekend to do your homework. I thought with dad off on his business trip...well, you and i could have some quality time together." I lifted the tray, feeling the warmth radiating across my mostly uncovered breasts. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I said, "I made your favorite...brownies!"

My son actually took a step or two towards the hallway...but the scent of my homemade brownies reached him. His appetite caused him to step into the kitchen...though I was wearing this shameful outfit...instead of looking hungrily in my direction; his attention was towards the brownies. "C'mon...fresh out of the oven...all hot and gooey, just the way you like them."

My son swallowed and then slid into a seat at the kitcfhen table. Once again, I noticed that his attention was on the brownies and not on his mother's body. I placed the tray down in front of him and then crossed the room to get us some plates and forks. I came up behind him and reached around to set the plate in front of him...purposely leaning my body into his; pushing my breasts against his back.

"I've been looking forward to this weekend...spending some time alone with you. Soon, you'll be heading off for college...getting married." As I was talking, still leaning into him...I cut a piece of the brownie from the pan and placed into his plate.

Without question, my son shifted nervously in his seat...which caused my breasts to rub up against him, all that much more. I noticed the goose bumps on my sons forearm. "Yeah...married with kids...that'll be the day." The sarcasm that only a teenager can create.

I finished by giving my son a big hug...pulling him tight against my body. "Oh, some girl is going to be mighty lucky when she manages to snag you!" I leaned me head in and kissed my son on his cheek. In a lower voice, I then said. "Very lucky." I felt my face burn with embarrassment...I let him go and hurried myself to the sink...facing away from him, so that he couldn't see my reddened face. Still, I was hoping...that he was watching me...I was enabling him to enjoy the view.

I began to wash the dishes in the sink and too, I was working hard to keep the conversation alive. "So, how was school today?" I asked.

I heard my son give a snort and then say through a mouthful of brownies, "Sucked as usual. I'll be so glad when it's time to graduate. My english teacher is a real bore."

With my back turned to my son, I kept asking questions. Finally, I said, "Well, I'm sorry you had a hard day. I've had some fun...I played hooky all afternoon and went shopping." I then took a deep breath and turned to face my son. I was rewarded to see that he was staring at me, as he ate.

He immediately ducked his head down in order to avoid my gaze...quickly, he looked down at his brownie. "You never take off from work mom...whats the special occasion?"

I came over to the table and sat down across from him. I crossed my arms and rested them on the table...using them to push my breasts up, making them overflow the low cut front even more. "Well honey, I've been thinking. You know, I got a nice raise recently?"

My son nodded as he ate his brownie...he was trying to avoid my eyes...still, he was unable to keep his gaze from drifting down to the exposed flesh of my big breasts.

"Dad and I have been talking about taking a trip down to the Bahamas...during your fall break. I got the urge to buy some new things to hopefully, you know...wear on the trip...like this dress."

John nodded again and said, "Um, yeah, that'd be awesome, Mom. Are you saying that dad is going to take some time off from work?" He rolled his eyes. "You know how he is."

It was my turn to nod and I replied, "Yes, I do and that's the whole point. We could all go down...you can hang out on the beach and watch the girls in their bikinis and maybe your Dad and I could spice up our love life a little." I gave my son a wink and then giggled, "If you know what I mean?"

The redness in John's face which had begun to fade now flamed anew and he got a panicked look on his face and exclaimed, "Aw, geezus, Mom!"

I laughed and reached out and took his hand. "Oh, don't act embarrassed, honey. You're eighteen now...you're a young man. You know your father and I do it…at least we used to. Otherwise, how did we get you?"

John was going on instinct, trying to push away from the table, but unable to while I held his hand. "Yeah, yeah, I know, but for crying out loud, Mom...TMI!"

I tried to look a little hurt. "Sorry...but I...I don't know...I don't think it's that big of a deal. We're both adults...sitting together in the kitchen...at the table." I looked down at the table. "I mean, you're eighteen now...I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." I felt a little ashamed...I puposely was trying to make him feel guilty.

My scheme seemed to work. With my sons hand in my hand...I felt his grip relax and in a soft voice he said. "You didn't make me feel uncomfortable...it's just...I'm not sure I want to hear about my parents sex life."

I quickly heard myself say, "Or lack thereof." With those words spoken, I offered my son a weak smile. "Of course, I don't expect to talk to you about your father and I in the sack." I felt his hand begin to tense up again. "But, your not blind. You know that your father and I have kind of drifted apart, these past few years."

I took a deep breath. "All I meann to say is, I thought maybe a romantic vacation on a warm beach...well, it might put the spark back into our lives. I went shopping to get a few things that might get the old engines revved up." I winked at my son and was relived to see him nodding...still looking uncomfortable, but not appearing as if he wanted to flee from the kitchen.

A long quiet moment passed and then I looked into his eyes...in a softer, shyer tone of voice, I said. "You know, I really could use another man's opinion right now."

My son eyes me warily and said, "Opinion on what?"

"Well, I'd like to get a man's perspective on some of my outfits...you know, how I look in them. I'd hate to wear something, whereas, it turns out your father hates it."

John's face reddened again. "I don't know, Mom...you mean like swimsuits." He shifted in his chair again as if he couldn't get comfortable. "I'm not sure I can, uh, should."

"Awww, c'mon, honey. I really need a man's opinion and you're definitely a man." Giving my sons hand a tight squeeze...I felt as if I was in the pleading stages. "You're my son...you'd tell me the truth and besides, who else could I ask, Mr. Turner down the street?"

At that we both laughed and the tension seemed to break. Mr. Turner was an old letch that lived on our block...well known for his proclivity to somehow turn up in a person's back yard whenever a woman was trying to sunbathe.

My son was thinking...he still seemed to be uncomfortable with the idea, but too...he was thinking. Suddenly he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess I could. Anything to save you from old man Turner."

I sounded like an excited schoolgirl. Jumping to my feet, I said. "Just sit right there...have another brownie. I'll go change." I quickly left the kitchen and hurried off to my bedroom. My heart was beatingin my chest so hard, I could scarcely breathe.

Once I reached my bedroom, I tried to quickly change...but my hands were shaking so much. I slipped out of the dress...followed by my underwear and slipped on the first of three swimsuits. The suit was a sand colored tankini...a somewhat modest tank top...the bottom was a french cut bikini bottom.

I allowed myself to see my image in the mirror...I felt nervous, its as if I was on my first date. Like the dress, the suit was a couple of sizes too small...the top of the suit hugged my breasts, leaving very little doubt as to their shape. I toyed with my nipples against the fabric...in no time at all, they stood perfectly erect.

Still wearing my "fuck me" heels...I walked back to the kitchen. Before entering the kitchen, I paused to take a deep breath...throwing my shoulders back, I walked into the kitchen. "Well honey, what do you think?" I was trying not to throw up...I was putting on a charade, a false front...and so there I was, posing in front of my son.

My son...immediately; his eyes grew very wide! His fork suspended in mid-air...he looked at my chest and then...I could see him scanning my entire body. I shivered as my son's gaze romaed downward...and I felt oddly embarrassed that he might notice my round belly. It was at that moment, I wish I had worked harded to maintain my flat stomach. I felt a flush of warmth wash across my face...my son's eyes moved lower, seemingly, he was studying the expanse cloth that covered my mound.

I shifted nervously on one foot, and than the other. As my son continued to look appraisingly up and down, I said. "Well, what do you think?" I felt so skittish that I couldn't stand still and I slowly turned around...purposely, I thrusted my butt out a little. "Does this outfit look alright?"

It seemed like it took my son a moment or two for my question to sink in. He slowly begann to nod his head up and down...with a shy smile...as he continued to study my body, he said. "Yeah...I think dad is going to love it. You look great!"

A great sense of relief swept through my entire body...and I was grinning from ear to ear. "You're so sweet! Think you can stand to look at another one?" My son sat in the chair...his shy smile turned into a silly grin. He nodded his approval. A strange sensation swept over my entire body...my son was seemingly pleased with my physical features. I winked at him before stepping out from the kitchen...I hurried back to my bedroom.

Arriving back into my bedroom, I was surprised to find that I was breathing heavily and that there was a deep flush across my cheeks and neck...to include, my upper chest. I immediately dismissed any thought that I might be in any way aroused...instead, I focused my attention onto my next outfit.

After looking in the mirror...this time, the swimsuit that I was wearing...well, scandalous comes to mind. This time, I had changed into a baby blue bikini. The bikini top was modest...although I did go out of my way to pick a smaller size than I normally would wear. My meaty breasts were overflowing the cups and the thin material left no doubt as to how dark my nipples were. The bottom part of the suit wasn't much better. I had little doubt...if the thin material was to get wet, it would cleave to my pussy like it had been painted on...revealing the shape and contours of my labia.

Taking a deep breath, left my bedroom...my "fuck me" heels were clicking on the wooden floors. Knowing full well that my son could hear me approaching the kitchen, I yelled out, "Ready or not, here I come."

My son was waiting with anticipation...and once again, his eyes widen as I strutted into the kitchen. As I moved around the room, my breasts bounced and jiggled. Pleased with my son's expressions, I charted a course all the way around the table...allowing him to see my figure from every angle. I even teasingly reached out and trailed my fingers through his thick dark hair.

When I stopped in front of my son...I began to swivel my upper body back and forth...knowing full well, that this caused my breasts to roll and bounce. I didn't have to encourage my son, this time he stated his approval in a clear voice. "Mom, you look fantastic!" His voice was filled with enthusiasm...his eyes were flickering up and down, taking in my bikini-clad figure.

That strange tingle of pleasure...upon hearing my son's words...a certain spark seemed to erupt inside my body. My nipples grew very hard and between my legs; my body felt very warm. That tingle had been absent from my life...for far too long. I felt weird and ashamed...and still, a part of me was delighted to hear of my son's approval.

"Really?" I said. "You don't think its too um, too much, do you?"

If anything else was causing my son's face to be that shade of red...I would have rushed him off to the hospital. I admired his effort to act nonchalant, as he shook his hand in an expression of dismissal. "No, Mom...it looks…you're beautiful!"

Again, I could feel my smile stretching across my face. "Thank you honey. Do you think you could stand to see one more outfit?"

My son was still in the process of looking over my entire body. But too, he was nodding his head and spoke a bit to enthusiastically, "Sure mom!"

The last thing my son was able to see before leaving the kitchen...were my meaty ass cheeks. Back in my bedroom, I quickly removed the bikini. As i was stepping out of my bikini bottoms...I couldn't help but notice the stain in the gusset. I shivered as I quuickly came to the realization that I was wet between my legs...wet enough that in just those few minutes; I had stained my swimsuit with my own juices. I turned the panties around and stared at the crotch in dis-belief...there was just a hint of discoloration from my pussy cream.

I took a moment and looked at myself in the full length mirror...I was naked and truly amazed at what I saw. My breasts were heaving heavily...my nipples thick and errect and amongst my wispy blonde pubic hair, I could see the glistening pink flesh of my labia. In fact, my labia had begun to swell and part. I hung my head in shame, knowing that what I was doing was a sin, but even worse...this contemplated sin was turning me on.

I broke out of my reverie and began to dress in my last outfit. I have to admit, it took me alot longer to work up the courage to leave my bedroom. The last swimsuit that I had purchased...what littel fabric is had was composed of, was a bright fire-engine red and consisted of three small swatches of fabirc and some thread-like strings. My breasts were totally exposed except for my aureoles and nipples. And yet, my nipples were so erect, they jutted out against the thin cloth as if they were little door knobs. The bikini bottom...it was more a thong than anything else. It didn't adequately cover my wispy bush and I could only hope that the light in the kitchen wouldn't reveal the strands of whitish blonde hair that was peeking out of the bit of material that barely managed to cover my mound.

Stepping out into the hallway...I had to stop and once again, catch my breath. I was ashamed. I was scared. And in the far reaches of my mind, I knew that I was also turned on. The heat between my thighs...there was no denying how my crotch was feeling at that specific moment. After taking several deep breaths...I began to make my way to the kitchen.

As I approached the doorway into the kitchen, I picked up my pace and with determination...forcing a fake smile; I paraded myself practicaly naked in front of my son. I couldn't even speak as I strutted across the tile floor; breasts bouncing. With every step taken, both of my breasts were threatening to flop out of their tiny halter. All I could do was to keep my eyes on my son...and I was half expecting him to run out of the house.

My son's mouth hung wide open and his eyebrows immediately lifted high on his forehead. I was aware that he was ogling me...his middle-aged mother. Most of my flesh was made available to him. He was able to notice, to see every freckle and curve that my body offered. I purposely turned around for him...a complete total view of my ass cheeks emerged...the thong had been buried deep within my ass crack. With every step that I took, the material was tugging against my mound.

Perhaps a minute, maybe more had passes...I continued to walk around the kitchen and every so often, I would purposely pose for my son in a seducative manner. I noticed that his eyes stayed glued to my body. It's as if he was trying to memorize every curve to my body. Not fully able to trust my voice, I made a motion with my hand, as if to say, "Well, what do you think?"

My son remained motionless. Only his eyes were seemingly working until finally, while in a pose...I watched him close his eyes and he then, licked his lips. In a rough, husky voice that made something turn liquid between my legs, he said. "Mom...you're...wow mom; dad will never let you outside in that thing."

Upon hearing my son's words, I felt crushed...disappointed in a way that wasn't expected. Emotions joined by raw fear...if I had dsigusted my son, then what chance would I have to save my husband and daughter. Almost in tears, I said. "Honey, do I look that bad?"

My son slowly shook his head from side to side, his eyes never leaving my body. "No way mom! Dad would never be able to beat off all the other men at the beach!"

I tried to control my smile. I felt like the weight of the world had just been lifted off my shoulders. I felt lightheaded and incredibly warm all at the ssame time. "Honey, you mean...you like my swim suit?

Not able to hold back, my son said. "Mom...it's, I mean...you are freaking hot!"

In my son's eyes, he saw me as being a sexy woman. The relief that I experienced at that specific moment...and so, I decided to push the envelope further. I walked up to the kitchen table...laying my hands on the kitchen table, leaning forward...well aware that my breasts were now hanging down like two full udders, I said. "Honey, are you saying that I'm a MILF?"

My son's face regained it's redness as he realized what I was saying...his shy personality reasserted itself and he tore his eyes away from my hanging breasts. But still, he managed to say, "I...um, guess so."

My kitchen became ever so silent, as we both seemingly were processing his response. My son then scooted back his chair and said, "I really should get my homework done."

My son's words had barely registered...as he got up, I was able to notice my son's crotch. I was amazed, horrified at the same time...a large bulge appeared...a long tube running down his right inner thigh. It was at that moment, when I thought of the voice from this morning. Was he aware that I had made my son's cock hard?

I swallowed, my throat seemed rather dry. "Ok honey," I said. "Go ahead...I think I'm going to take a shower before we decide what to do about dinner." I recovered enough to move around the table...as my son stood up...him trying to hide his obvious erection from me; I pressed myself against his side; my breasts enveloping his right arm; I kissed him on his cheek.

Whispering in her ear, I heard myself say, "Thanks for making your mother feel good." I gave him a lingering peck on his cheek.

My son nodded and unable to handle the moment anymore, he whispered, "Sure, I love you mom." My son then left the kitchen...once in the hallway, he ran for the stairs, to the safety of his bedroom. Standing in the hallway, I watched him go...smiling lovingly at him. Once I reached the upstairs...having passed by my son's bedroom...all I wanted to do was to jump in the shower.

I tore the strips of clothes off from my body...shivering as I turned on the shower, letting it run until a steam began to billow out. I could barely stand...but the hot water felt good. As the water cascaded across my body...I then realized that my hand was caressing my body...over my breasts and down across my stomach. In a quick moment, I realized that instinctively...my hand had came into contact with my swollen labia and spliced through my dripping lips; I was aroused and needed relief.

I fell back against the shower wall...the tiiles were cool and comforting against my hot skin. I allowed the pulsing jets of the water spray to touch my pussy, as I began to work my fingers and down my suddenly needy flesh. I closed my eyes and slipped two fingers inside my slick cunt...images of my son's very large bulge flashed before me. I could see myself kneeling before him...unzipping his pants, reaching in, wrapping my hands, my fingers around that warm, hard pole...bring it out, bringing it to my lips.

I shuddered with an incredible wave of pleasure...the approach of a wonderful orgasm and then suddenly, I snapped open my eyes and jerked my fingers from my clasping pussy; sobbing. I had been masturbating while thinking of my son's cock! Part of me wanted to laugh...and yet, I stood in the shower and cried. No matter what my emotions were at that specific moment; I knew that I had to fuck my son by the midnight hour.

And so, I returned to reality...the overwhelming realization hit me, the rememberance factor of why I was going to fuck my son. The images of my husband and daughter flashed through my mind...trembling with fear, frustration, I left the shower...there was no way I was going to allow myself the satisfaction of reaching my orgasm. While I was standing outside of my shower...I couldn't help myself...I was thinking, wondering what it might feel like, to have my son on top of my body; being inside his mother's pussy. I took a deep breath and prepared myself, my mind for the next stage of my plan.

Naked and dripping wet, I left the bathroom, stepped ito my bedroom...walked over to the entrance and yelled, "Honey, help me!" I had to repeat myself a few times before my son's bedroom door opened. He called down from the hallway, "What's wrong mom?"

"Honey, I don't have a towel. Can you bring me one from the linen closet?"

There was a long pause. I was hoping that my son was slow to respond because he was imagening his mother...being wet and naked. Then in a slightly hoarse voice, he said. "I'll be right there mom."

I peeked out from the doorway...only my head and bare shoulder was visible...he went to the linen closet in the hallway and with a reddened face, he slowly approached my bedroom door. I then withdrew myself from my bedroom door, walked quickly to my bathroom...hoping that I had figured this out right.

My son's face was truly red...as he slowly entered my bedroom. "Here you go, Mom." My son's voice simply faded away...from the angle in which he was standing at the entrance to my bedroom...I knew that he would see me naked, standing in front of the mirror over my sink; in my bathroom.

Taking a deep breath...I looked in his direction...and then, I simply walked from my bathroom to where he was standing. His eyes grew very wide...it's not an everyday occasion when my son was able to see his mother naked. I took my sweet time taking the towel from him...instead of immediately covering up, I whipped the towel behind me and began to dry my back side...my breasts were swaying and bouncing; his eyes never left my body.

Standing in front of my son, leisurely drying myself off...it wasn't a mystery; my son's tent had risen once again. A wonderfully shaped bulge showed against my son's pants. After a minute or so, I winked at him...my son looked at me with shock and alarm...slowly, he began to back step away towards the entrance to my bedroom. Once he was in the hallway, I quickly followed him. He was almost at his bedroom door when he heard my voice. "Honey."

My son froze in his steps...slowly he turned around and faced me. I'm not sure if he was disappointed or perhaps relieved to see me...mostly my breasts were exposed; I had used the towel to cover myself up, below my waist. Staring at me, my son said. "Yeah mom?"

I"m sorry to ask this...but I left the laundry basket downstairs in the family room. I know I have a pair of undies in the basket...would you be sweet and go down and bring the basket back up to me?"

He slowly nodded and said, "Sure mom." He hurried down the stairs...and that stiff pole in his pants was clearly defined.

I went back into my bedroom and began drying myself off completely. The next stage of my plan was now if effect, I had purposely left the laundry basket in the family room. While I was out shopping, I had bought three pairs of undies at the lingerie store. I had placed them neatly on top of the laundry basket. I wanted my son to have the opportunity to see them...hopefully, he would find himself wanting to touch them.

The tamest of the panties? One pair had a see- through crotch...the other two were crotchless. A pair of silky red ones...and a pair of lacy black, and knowing that blue was my son's favorite color; a silky baby blue with white lace. Standing in my bedroom, I felt that familiar tingle between my legs...imagining my son holding them in his hands...hopefully, picturing me wearing them.

A couple of minutes passed and then I heard my son climbing the stairs...his footsteps in the hallway were heard; he remained at the entrance to my bedroom. His eyes were wide...he held the laundry basket in his hands. The towel had been tossed on my bed...and so, I stood completely naked so that he could see my every curve.

Standing where I was, I asked him if he could put the basket on my bed. His lips were trembling, but he slowly entered my bedroom. With every short step taken, his eyes never once, left my naked body. His eyes traveled from my breasts to my pubic area; I became so wet. With every short step taken, my son's tent...visible through his pants, seemed to grow harder and harder.

With the laundry basket on my bed, I quickly took the black crotchless panties in my hands. Holding them up for my son's approval, I asked him. "What do you think of these?"

My son remained quiet...his lips were trembling. All he could do was nod his head in approval.

I shaked them out...slipping my fingers through the open crotch, I wiggled my fingers at him. "Again, I guess I need a man's opinion. If you were my husband...would you like to see them on your wife?"

My son just stood there...eyes wandering back and forth between my lacy panties and my naked flesh. He slowly licked his lips...his hand went down to his crotch, seemingly to adjust his huge package, in his pants. As if he became aware of what he had done, he quickly moved his hands away from his crotch. "Um...yeah. I think dad would love them."

Another moment had passed and the tension was thick...somehow, my son found the hidden reserve of strength...though his voice was barely above a whisper, he said. "I...I shouuld go back and study some more."

He turned away from me and literally ran out of my bedroom, down the hallway to his bedroom. I quickly followed my son to the hallway. "Thank honey for your opinion. I'll call in for a pizza for supper...I also have some great DVD's for us to watch." My son was in such a hurry...I couold barely hear his mumbled reply.

I then dressed myself...slipping on the crotchless panties...quickly admiring myself in the mirror...the black lace contrasted so well with my wispy blonde muff. I then slippede into a slinky black lace peignoir that I had purchased earlier. I foudn the outfit to be very sexy...teasingly sexy. It hung to my mid-thigh...when I sat down, it would be drawn up close to my crotch. The scooped neck offered a voluptuous veiw of my meaty breasts, just skirting the edges of my aureoles...yet, transparently revealing my nippes in sheer silk swatches.

Leaving my bedroom, walking in my "fuck me" pumps...I once again, returned to my kitchen. I was feeling nasty, whorish...the wetness between my legs caused me to think of just walking back up stairs and throwing me at my son. Still, I knew that my son wasn't quite ready...and the time was passing quickly; I was already past the 6 o'clock hour. I felt that I had to proceed in a cautious way.

I called in for the pizza. Within 20 minutes, the next stage of my plan was going to be put into effect. My confidence took a shattering hit, when right after I had placed the pizza order; my husband called. Seeing the caller ID, I wondered if the mystery person would be listening to my phone call with him. I decided to pick up the phone. Half of my brain was listening to my husband...he was telling me about his first day at the seminar. He said something about new insurance statistics...I had to fight the urge to scream at him, to run to the police...to somehow get himself protected. But I fought off the urge, my impulses squelched the certain knowledge that if I did so...he might be saved and yet, what about my daughter?

Then a terrible wave of guilt washed over me as I realized that for the first time in our marriage, I was going to be unfaithful to him. But what else could I do? I felt a little crazy for a moment as my husband comtinued to talk. The urge that I had at that moment was so intense. I just wanted to ask him, "Hey honey, what would you prefer I do...let you be murdered or fuck our son?"

Finally my air of distraction became obvious even to my husband. "JoLyn, are you okay?" Another question was asked, "Is our son taking care of you while I'm gone?"

I fought the urge to just start laughing or cryiny. Ii simply said, "Oh sure, you'll...um, you'd be proud of him." That seemed to mollify my husband and after we discussed his schedule, he told me he'd see me Monday evening and that he loved me.

"I love you, too, Honey," I replied a bit numbly. After I hung up the phone, I stood in my kitchen and cried.

I needed to cry. I felt so ashamed...and still in the back of my mind, I knew why I was pursuing my son. I was able to get myself together. I struggled to regroup...taking many deep breaths, I reassured myself that I had to do whatever was necessary, in order to make this seduction work.

I was prepared with the next stage of my plan. I thought about the fashion show that I had put on for my son...the naughty flashing. Without question, the bulge in my son's pants also was considered at that particular moment...in no time at all, I felt the fires growing between my legs. I again tryed to understand how I could feel both ashamed and aroused all that the same time.

The doorbell rang...I yelled up to my son. When he answered me, I asked him to come downstairs, so he could pay the pizza delivery person. I had placed the money by the front door. I also yelled to him, saying that I would meet him in the living room.

I listened to the discussion that the pizza delivery person had with my son. I knew he went into the living room, after the front door was shut. From the kitchen, I began the journey to the living room...in my hand, I held a tray with plates, napkins and drinks. When I entered the living room, my son had laid the pizza on the coffee table and he was in the process of looking over the DVD's that I had picked up.

"So, do you like the video's that I selected." I asked.

My son was about to answer me...but his reply died on his lips. His eyes grew wide...and i was beginning to enjoy that look of astonishmet. My negligee either scared him or aroused his curiousity. As i walked into the living room with the tray, I was wondering what he was thinking at that particular moment. I wasn't wearing a bra...his eyes were scanning downward, studying the them of my peignoir...perhaps he was remembering that my panties were crotchless.

I leaned over and placed the tray on the coffee table. My breasts almost fell out...certainly I was giving my son a tremendous view of my cleavage. "Honey? Everything okay?" I asked softly, handing him a plate and a soda.

That same reddened face returned. He just sat on the couch and continued to stare on my semi-exposed breasts. "Um...what. No, uh, I mean...yeah mom, I'm ok." He forced himself to look away from my breasts. He was grasping his words, staring first at the pizza and then the video's...and then, back to my breasts. "Mom, I'm not sure that you're going to like these movies...they're kinda crude."

Actually, the video's were really crude. I picked them out carefully. They movies were so-called teen comedies. Mostly about teenagers trying to get laid, or losing their virginity. I knew there were alot of nude shots and provacative scenes. I was hoping that my son was going to see alot of boob shots. I selected one of the movies and popped it into the player. And so there we were, mother and son...sitting on the sofa, eating pizza and watching a movie together. The movie was in fact, crude and nasty...full of cursing, nudity and I will admit, funny in its own sort of way.

My son's attention? Well, he watched the movie and then again, his attention was drawn on me; his mother. Whenever I got up to go to the bathroom, I knew his eyes were following my every step. Whenever I moved to get into a more comfortable position, I was aware of his eyes. Every time I got up, or repositioned myself on the couch, I slithered closer and closer to my son. I knew that my son was catching glimpses of my crotch...knowing full well that my peignoir would ride upwards. Long before the movie ended...that beautiful bulge in my sons pants, had returned.

When the movie ended, it was past 10 o'clock. Time was running out and so, I knew that I had to be quick with the rest of my plan. I got up to turn off the player...I was well aware that by bending over, I was exposing my ass to my son. I purposely spread my legs a bit...I was scared and yet, aroused. I could feel the heat and slipperiness of my labia...it was swollen and wet...and very much exposed to my son's eyes.

Having shut off the player, I quickly sat down by my son on the sofa. I wasn't playing around...again, time was slipping by. In a bold move...I simply curled up to my son. I was acutely aware that the hem of my peignoir was hovering right up around my crotch. My son was tense and to hopefully ease the moment, I began to lightly scratch the fine hairs of his arm. I could hear his heart beating...

At one point, I whispered to my son, "Honey, thank you for helping me out today...for being the man I needed"

Barely audible, my son managed to say, "Yeah mom...anytime."

"It really meant a lot to me...hearing you tell me how beautiful I am…how sexy I am." I paused for just a moment, then I moved my fingers down to his hand; interlocking our fingers. I quickly said, "A woman my age...well, we want to hear that sort of thing."

There was a long pause and then, my son said. "Well, it's true, Mom. You are beautiful."

I turned my head to look up at him and said in a quite voice, "Really, honey?"

My son gave me a shy smile and said, "Really, Mom. I've always thought that you were beautiful."

I lifted myself up and gave my son a slow, a very lingering slow peck on his cheek. As I moved, my meaty breast was rubbing up against his body. "You're so sweet, honey." I said, giving his hand a squeeze."

Silence followed. I continued to play with the hairs on my son's arm...I squiremed about, working my way closer to my son...a moment later, I allowed my hand to fall, to touch my son's leg; just above his knee. The tension in the room was high, my son was breathing heavily; he remained motionless.

The clock that sat on the mantel chimed...it was now 10:30...my heart began to race; I had ninety minuteds to complete the seduction. I had 90 minutes to save my husband and daughter. I took deep breath and made my move. "Honey," I said.

"Yeah mom."

"This afternoon, when I was modeling my new clothes for you. Did I make you hard?"

My son gasped and his body stiffened and I think he halfheartedly tried to rise, but I kept my hand firmly on his leg. "Please...I really want to know."

Silence ensued. I slid my hand a few inches up on my son's thigh and said, "Please tell me...did I make your cock hard?"

I watched as my son began to lick his lips...he opened his mouth, and then his mouth closed. He turned his face away from me, but finally...without making eye contact, he whispered, "Yes."

I slid my fingers further up his thigh. I stopped just below where his tent was seen. I then asked my son the most obvious question, "Honey, are you hard right now?"

He nodded. Swallowing with difficulty and unable to speak, I asked my son, "Honey, are you hard now because...we're sitting together on the sofa?"

My son could only nod. I leaned into him with my free hand, taking his chin...I forced his face towards me. "Tell your mother the truth."

At that particular moment, there were tears in my sons eyes. Finally, I heard my son say, "You mom...you're making me hard!"

With those words being said, my son began to cry. I made numerous shushing sounds and held him close...placing my fingers on his lips, rising slightly...I pressed my lips to his lips. I began to kiss him gently...lovingly...mostly with a closed mouth. I was also aware that my tongue was tasting his lips...somehow, this seemed to calm him down.

"Thank you honey. I'm glad that I made your cock hard." The next words that I spoke...just flowed out from my lips. I couldn't believe that I had said, "I wanted to turn you on...I wanted to make your cock become hard."

I slid my hand further up along my son's thigh...finally, the palm of my hand had covered his monster hard-on. I coud feel it pulsing in rhythm with his heart. I looked into my son's eyes and said. "Can I see it honey? Will you show me your hard cock?"

My son's eyes remained wide open...perhaps, in total amazement. He was speechless...and yet, he nodded his head. Never taking my eyes off from my son's eyes...trying to convey my love for him...my hand became active; I loosened his belt. I then unbottoned his pants...the only sound at that moment, was his zipper being lowered. My son tensed up...I slipped my hand into his crotch, through the opening of his boxers...and the first time; I wrapped my fingers around my son's erect penis.

I was able to free my son's cock. My heart was pounding against my chest...I had to look at it. Finally, looking away from my sons eyes, I cast my eyes downward; I was speechless! I couldn't believe that my son was that big! Actually...huge! I became so mesmerized...I just did what came natural to me, I began to stroke it...feeling its pulse in my grip. I returned to my son's eyes and said, "Honey...your cock is beautiful."

Freeing it from the confines of his shorts, I finally looked down and now I was speechless. Oh my god! Who the hell knew my son was carrying around such a huge piece of cockflesh. Almost mesmerized, I began to slowly stroke it, feeling it pulse with life in my grip. I tore my eyes away from my son's mammoth cock and looked again into his eyes.

My breathing was heavy. "It's...it's so beautiful and so...huge!" Lowering my voice, I added, "You're much bigger than your dad!" I wasn't lying...he was bigger than his father. I was looking at my son's cock in my hand...aside from being bigger, my son's sock was thicker. Stroking his cock, becoming aware of my son's breathing...I rose up and kissed my son on his lips. I felt my tongue leaving my mouth. I was deliberately licking my son's lips...wishing that he would open his mouth and take my tongue deep into his throat.

"Mom...we shouldn't be doing this! Isn't this wrong!" My son said.

"Honey," I said in a very gentle voice...never ceasing my slow stroking. "It's not wrong. You love me and I love you." With a slight pause, I then said. "You've made your mother...very, very wet."

Looking into my son's widened eyes he whispered, "What?"

I slowly spread my knees, my legs apart...knowing that I was pulling the hem of the peignoir upwards, therefore, I was revealing myself to my son. My naked pussy became visible against the framed black lace of my crotchless panites. "You...and only you honey...you made my pussy become wet. The love I have for you...my ned for you...and this fine cock of yours...you've made my pussy wetter that its ever been in my entire life." I reached out with my free hand...finding his limp hand, I said. "Touch me...feel for yourself honey."

I assisted my son...tugging his hand towards me...letting it come to rest on my inner thigh. His hand was just a few inches away from my flowered labia...now darkly pink and glistening wet. I released his hand. I wanted my son to make the move on his own.

My voice was hoarse, "Touch me honey. Feel what you do to me." Hearing my voice, I became horrified by the moment. More than anything...I wanted my son to touch me. I needed him to touch me.

I knew the moment was near. I held my breath and without taking my eyes off from my son's face...while I continnued to stroke his beautiful cock...his hand finally moved! His hand slid up my thigh...brushing over the lacy silk of my panties...pausing for a moment, his hand hovered over the heat from my pussy. It's alright honey...please touch me...I want you to."

The gasp that was heard...my body became electrified...my son's fingers brished through my wispy bush...then he pressed his hand against my wet labia. My son paused...his eyes were filled with such desire...no doubt, my eyes were filled with such incestuous lust. One finger...then two began to trail along my slit...between my swollen and quivering lips...suddenly, my son's fingers sunk inside...then deeper into my pussy. "Yessssss! I hissed...encouraging my son to go even deeper. I begabn to clamp down around his fingers...wanting to feel him inside me.

"Oh mom," My son whispered. "You...you are wet." He waggled his fingers around, sinking them to the second nuckle and I grouond myself against his hand. I heard him say, "I love you mom!"

Feeling ashamed and aroused all at the same time, I whispered back. "I love you too honey."

With his fingers still in my pussy, I leaned forward and kissed him. This time, I wasn't just licking his lips...I forced my tongue between his lips...gratified and excited; my son welcomed my tongue into his mouth. As we kissed, I contineud to stroke his cock...and without question, his cock just seemed to grow and grow. I passed my thumb gently over the top of his cock, smearing the thick drops of his precum around his pink head.

My son was doing his part...causing me to shiver with pleasure as he plunged another finger deep into my pussy. He was discovering my sweet spot...as he began to probe I was making mewing nooises against his mouth...rubbing myself up against his body like a female dog in heat. My son's free hand...I reached out and held it in my hand...he didn't fight my advances as I led his hand to my breasts. Tugging down the neckline of my peignoir...my breasts were let free. My son had a fetish for titties...he was moaning as he kneaded my heavy tits.

Call it animalistic passion...all thoughts of shame were long forgotten; I was on the verge of an orgasm. I pulled away from my son only to sink to my knees in front of him. I wasn't thinking of a "plan" anymore. My son's cock stood out before me...without thinking about the bond of mother/son; I ran my tongue over the head of his cock. In a blink of an eye, I took my son's cock into my mouth...the head of his cock touched my tonsiils; I was sucking him furiously. Not once, did I ever lose eye contact with my son...the look of utter pleasure was seen on his face.

His pre-cum had long ago...been swallowed. My son's cock was deep within my mouth, my throat...his wiry blonde pubes were tickling my nose. Then, depite being in sheer carnal desire, I realized that i was tasting cum. Yet, he hadn't shot his load into my mouth...but without question, I could taste it. On his shaft...his crotch; I suddenly became aware of the dampness in his pubic hairs. As I was sucking my son's cock...it hit me; he had been masturbating earlier.

I let my son slowly slip from my lips...with my small hand, I held his cock...rubbing it over my face and cheeks. I looked up at him and said, "Were you playing with yourself earlier?" How could my question be threatening...as it was, I was holing my son's cock in my hand. My face showed a brilliant smile. I just wanted to hear the truth. My son nodded slowly.

I ran my tongue up the length of my son's cock...then back down. I held my son's balls in my hands...they were so tight and I knew they were full of juice. I lapped at each one, licking lovingly...taking each one into my mouth. Then my tongue licked its way back up to my son's mushroom. Looking into my son's eyes, I asked him. "were you thinking of me when you masturbated?"

My son could only utter a soft, "Yes."

"Whenever you have the urge to masturbate...please honey, come see me. Momma will make sure that all of your needs are met." I then took his magnificent cock into my mouth...sucking my son with a vengeance. My head bobbed up and down...my free hand was massaging his balls...going further south, I began to touch and massage his scrotum. I felt my son's hands on me, on my head...curling his fingers around my short blonde hair till he was helping me work my head back and forth. I felt as if my son was fucking my face...as much as I was sucking his dick. I moaned my approval...and I heard him moan in return.

It didn't take too long from there...I heard my son's quickened breaths...his cock began to swell and he cried out, "I'm coming mom! I'm cumming!" And what a warm gusher it was...hot sperm flew into my mouth...exploding against the far reaches of my throat. Sweet, clean tasting cum. I forgot how wonderful cum can taste. My son thrust his hips against my face, crying with pleasure as I continued to suck him. With the reality of having swallowed my son's sperm...my orgasm took shape and my body quivered in pleasure.

I couldn't help but love what I had done. It had been years since I'd felt this much passion for a man…for my husband. A dam of repressed sexual need, seemed to explode...my son had long ago blew his load and yet, I just kept sucking his cock...I wanted to drain his cock...to swallow every precious drop.

As I continued to suck my son's cock, he squirmed in pleasure. I'm sure the sensations were overwhelming. When I released my son's cock from my mouth...I pressed my face against his cock, his balls. A long stream of saliva and sperm trailed from my mouth. I looked up into his eyes and said. "Honey, would you like to make love to me?" I so badly wanted to feel my son's cock in my pussy.

Not waiting to hear his answer...I took his cock and began to caress it against my nipples; my breasts. I fell back...shoving the coffee table aside; I wanted to be on my back. I drew my knees up...my legs and thighs were spread wide apart...I exposed my hungry pussy to my son.

My son remained very still...and yet, his cock continued to stand straight forward. I quickly glanced at the clock on the mantel...it was a little past 11 o'clock. I was so close now!

I held out my hands and somehow, I managed to spread my legs even wider apart. "Please honey, I want you...I need you." I thrust my pelvis up...flaunting my son to react...trying to entice him. "Please honey, I want you to make love to me."

For one terrible moment, when my son stood up...I thought he was going to run away. He just towered over me and said. "I want...mom, I've...well, I've never done this before. I'm a virgin."

As my son's words sank in...I wanted him even more. "It's okay honey. I would love to be your first lover."

A moment later, my son had fallen to his knees...in between my legs; our bodies met. I took him in my arms and we kissed each other with such passion...wrapping my arms around him; I held him tightly in my arms. I felt his hard cock against my mound...then it dawned on me. He still had his clothes on. I drew my feet up and worked his undone pants down to his ankles...somehow, he had kicked them off. Between wet, sloppy kisses...I was able to remove his shirt; I flung it to the side.

My son's body shivered as I tongued his hard, pebble-like nipples. I sucked each one...nipping them both with my teeth and instinctively, he began to hump against my body with his. Between my legs, there was a raging fire...I needed to be fucked. I needed my son to fuck me...and it needed to happen now!

I reached down with one hand and took hold ofhis cock...the head of his cock came ito contact with my aching, needy pussy. It was time. My son was about to fuck his mother. I was saving my husband and daughter...I was being a good mother and wife. All at once, my son's cock began to press into my pussy...his large cock-head was enveloped by my hot and tender flesh. My son growled and all at once, the weight of his body fell against me; his dick was deep into my pussy. No one had ever been this deep in my pussy before...waves of sheer carnal pleasure exploded inside of me...magnified by the knowledge of my flesh melding with my flesh; in an incestuous union.

I buried my face against my son's chest...feeling his young heart racing, pounding with excitement...and again, he thrust his cock deep into my pussy; it felt like a jackhammer. His first dozen or so thrust were painful...but still, the pleasure was overwhelming. In record time, my pussy adapted to my son's size...my first incestuous orgasm faded; I began to meet his thrusts.

In my son's excitement...his cock sprang free. Before i could move to help him get inside of me again...my son's dick found its own way back home; thrusting itself deep within me. My son was a virgin...his cock was touching me in virgin places...and I was quickly in the throes of a son induced orgasm again.

My son fucked me in a sloppy way...and yet, he fucked me in such a wonderful way; hard and deep. He had no experience whatsoever...he moved awkwardly...barely doing anything but relying upon his instincts...and yet, it was the most wonderful fuck that I've ever had. Just feeling his cock sliding along...scraping my inner flesh...the touch of my son's flesh upon my flesh, he did things to my body that no-one had ever done before...which mostly, included his father.

I clung to him...my fingernails dug into my son's shoulders...and my legs were wrapped tightly around his ass. In no time at all, our bodies were perspiring. we were covered in fuck sweat. I could smell my pussy juices...juices that literally poured forth, as my son moved back and forth inside of me. My thighs became slippery...allowing him to somehow pound his lovely cock into me all the harder and faster. We kissed a bit...his breath was heavy on my neck...and then he surprised me; he locked his lips on my nipple and sucked me with such energy.

A thrid massive orgasm swelled up inside of me...fueled by my son's cock. I forgot about my husband...my daughter and I allowed myself to fall headlong into a well of incestuous lust. I didn't want this moment to end...I just wanted to feel my son's cock in my pussy. I began to scream incoherently...slamming myself against my son's thrust and then the mother of all orgasms were felt; my son had emptied his balls into my pussy.

For many wonderful long moments...I felt my son's creamy semen filling my womb; his cock was buried inside of me. For that moment, it wasn't a mother with her son...it was a man with a woman. I was floating in a heavenly state of mind.

Our breathing slowed, our kisses became more gentle...and in time, I felt my son's penis shrank; he slipped out from my pussy's grasp. My son got up...again, I hoped that he wasn't going o run away. Instead, he shut off the television...he lowered the lights. When he returned next to me...he tossed a throw blanket over us. He placed his arms around me...holding me, making me feel safe; we both fell asleep.

I awoke in the wee hours of the night...the mid-night hour, had long ago passed. My son's eyes opened...a soft kiss, a more passionate kiss; our bodies were sweetly touching each other. My son's penis came aline...hard and aroused, brushing along my thigh. Somehow...still entangled together, we made it to our feet...taking my son's hand in my hand; I led him upstairs. I led him to my bedroom; to his father's bedroom.

From the bedroom, still holding onto my son's hand...I walked him towards my bathroom. "I think we should take a shower together." My son nodded. When the water was warm, we stepped inside. I washed my son's body...his hair. We kissed up a storm. his hands moved over my body...and he felt much more relaxed; more confident. I knelt on the shower's floor. I looked up into my son's eyes and said. "Would you like me to suck your cock some more?"

My son's cock was rock hard...pointing straight forward, only inches from my face. "Yeah mom...please, please...I want you to suck me."

"Tell me honey. Tell me what you want me to suck." I smiled.

"I want you to suck my cock." My son was struggling to stand...but his voice was strong and filled with such desire.

Once again, my mouth opened for my son's cock...and once again, I felt my head moving forward and backwards. It was such a magical moment...immediately my son took hold of my head; his hips began to thrust against my face. When I sensed that my son was close to his orgasm...I slowed down. I wanted to feel his cock in my pussy. I wanted to make love to him in my bed. When his cock was free from my mouth...when I stood up; his hand found my mound. We kissed hard...our tongues were dancing together...his fingers easily made there way...deep inside my pussy. There I was in my shower...with my son; he was finger fucking me.

Our bodies were glued to each other...the water cascading down on our bodies. It was then, I heard my son say, "Can I taste you mom?"

Looking into my sn's eyes, I said. "Honey, of course you can. You can do whatever you want with me." I couldn't believe what I then said to my son. "My body is yours to enjoy...anytime...anyplace."

With the shower off...I dried off my son's body. He then returned the favor. We walked to the side of my bed. I looked at my son's firm ass...and I wondered if he had seen mine. Over the next few hours, I felt insatiable...my son met my every need. His cock stayed erect, where he lacked experience...his enthusiasm made up for it. When my son knelt between my legs...he was a little bit apprehensive. With encouragement, he soon moved his head forward; his tongue was electrifying. His hands were underneath my body, grasping my ass cheeks...his tongue was dancing all over my clit.

With a little instruction, I showed him the different parts of my pussy...I told him how sensitive my clit was, could be...if he lovingly and gently licked and sucked it. While between my legs, he watched his fingers enter my pussy; he watched his fingers as he fucked me with them. He learned of my orgasm. His mouth stayed glued to my pussy and I hel his head firmly in place until my moment of plasure subsided. I knew in time, he would become more confident in licking his mother's pussy.

My son was now on top of me; my legs were spread wide for him. We kissed each other with such passion. He looked into my eyes and said, "I want it all mom...I want to have it all."

The urgency in his words, the hunger in his voice...I became so inflamed with desire, the need to fice myself to him completely. "Tell me what that means to you...that you want it all." I asked him.

He reached down between our bodies. He found his confidence...he knew where his cock belonged. He placed his mushroom head against my opening...pushing himself into my body; I easily took every inch that he could give me. "I want your mouth." He said. He had brought his cock out and then...he drove it home; deep into my pussy. "I want you pussy." Slowly, he brought his cock all the way out...just as it did earlier, without any guidance...his cock found the entrance to my pussy and he drilled me hard and deep.

"Yes baby." I said. You can have my mouth...my pussy...anytime, anywhere." My body was convulsing in pleasure.

"Mom...I want your ass too." Upon hearing my son's voice, I opened my eyes. My lips were quivering. My body froze...for just that moment. My son once again had driven his dick deep into my pussy.

I managed to say, "I've never done that before...not even with your father."

I saw my son smile. "Well, I'm not a virgin anymore."

He buried his face into my chest...I brought my arms around my son and held onto him tightly. His hips were in full force...his cock was pounding me, deep and fast. It was true...my son was no longer a virgin; he was a man. I wanted to give him my body, my sexuality...when he chose to take, to enjoy my ass; I knew I wouldn't refuse him.

My son had me moaning in the missionary position...my legs sometimes locked around his hips, other times my legs draped themselves over his shoulders. My son gripped my breasts, squeezing them...he lightly pinched my nipples; he lovingly sucked each one. From the missionary position...we switched positions...and I rode him; his mother was on top of her son.

I think my son liked the doggie style the best. he continued to thrust himsself deep inside me. He reached around and squeezed and pinched my sagging breasts. He kissed my shoulders...and a few times, I felt his finger touch my anus. I sensed that he did in fact, look at his mother's ass. I was lost in passion...in lust; my son wanted to make love to his mother's asshole. At one time, we looked over at the mirror that was on top of the dresser...it was an electrifying moment, to see my son's hips move in such a wonderful fashion.

The mirror...that single image of me on my knees...my son's left arm around my round belly...his right hand was full of tit; I could see his cock leaving and then returning to the depths of my pussy.

That night...that beautiful night, while on my bed; my son shot his second load of sperm into his mother's pussy. Once my son had filled my womb up with his sperm...I quickly moved and got between his legs. I wanted my son to see me cleaning his cock...cleaning him of our mixed juices. To my delight, my son was just as eager as I was...he knelt between my legs. I marveled at his willingness to lick my quivering and sensitive pussy...he appeared to be fascinated by his mother's pussy. While my son's sperm was oozing out from me...something that his father had refused to do over the years of our marriage; my son licked me clean.

Once again, we kissed each other with such passion. Exhausted...but in a good way; my son and I fell asleep in each other's arms. I didn't wake up until the first light of dawn. My pussy was tender and raw from being licked, sucked...and fucked. My nipples were tender and raw...even my tongue was tired from having sucked my son, so often through the night. Yet, I was happy and very content...not once, did I think about my husband or daughter. I fell back to sleep.

It was nearly noon when I awoke again, my head resting on John's chest, hand draped across his slightly doughy stomach, my thigh across his legs and his cock. Speaking of his cock...it was semi-erect, nestled against my thighs. Simply beautiful to look at. My son was deep in his sleep...and for awhile I watched him. As weary as my body was, as sore as my body was; I wanted him again.

Nourishment was needed...coffee and something to eat. Good sex always made me hungry. Gently, so not to awake my son...I slipped from the bed and went downstairs. I was standing naked in my kitchen...humming a happy tune as I fixed us an english muffin, and started the coffee. The reason for my good mood...as my mind began to settle down; I began to cry.

I had broken my vows with my husband...my son lay asleep upstairs in his mother and father's bed. To make matters worse; my son was sleeping, naked in our bed. I sat at the kitchen table and ate a muffin and sipped my coffee. I had to believe that my husband and daughter were perfectly safe...unharmed, as I had completed the seducation of my son. I started to remind myself as to the many reasons "why" I had to seduce my son. I knew if I had to do it all over again...I would have made the same decision and so, I knew I had made the right decision. I could not allow myself to feel any guilt over what had taken place.

The truth was apparently clear...my nipples had hardened and swelled...as I was able to easily recall last nights sexual romp with my son. As I sat at the kitchen table, I felt my labia begin to grow slick...and then, my senses sharpened...I could smell my son on my body; I could smell us. I reeked of sperm and pussy juice...and I was thinking to myself, how easy it would be...to wake up my son.

I was on my way upstairs...to wake up my son, to enjojy his cock once again...when the phone rang. I walked over to the phone and said "Hello." In that instant, I knew who was on the other end of the line.

"JoLyn, you performed brilliantly last night. I thought it was going to be a challenge for you. You had nearly an hour to go when your son climbed on top of you. Your son left all kinds of DNA on your carpet."

His mechanical voice was maddening. When he mentioned the scene on the carpet, having known the precise time...confirmation; he was somehow able to watch everything that I did with my son. In a calm voice I said. "I did what you asked. My husband and daughter?"

"Your husband and daughter are safe. No hard will come to them."

"Thank God," I replied. "What happens now?"

"That's up to you JoLyn. It would appear to me that you truly enjoyed yourself last night. I have this feeling that your son is going to want a repeat performance." A moment went by and then the voice said. "I think you have a new loveer in your life."

Dead silence. I began to cry. My mouth felt dry. My nipples swelled and I felt a ripple of desire through my body...the voice was right. My sonn was going to become my lover.

As if the voice was able to see me standing...naked with the phone to my ear; he began to chuckle. I then heard a woman moaning...it sounded as if she was nearing an orgasm. When I heard my voice, when I heard myself encouraging my son to fuck me...I realized that the moan, the woman nearing her orgasm; was me. A sudden fear seemed to engulf my body, my senses...and somehow I found the courage to say, "So...are you going to blackmail me now?"

Only the voice was on the line. "JoLyn, I'm not seeking money. I certainly don't want to fuck you...not after you've fucked your own son."

"What the fuck do you want then?" I yelled into the phone; my fingers tightened around the phone receiver.

Silence. On the other end of the line...i knew the voice had hung up the phone. I sat it down...then I stumbled back to the kitchen table. I was lost in thought...i should be worried about this man. i should have been worried about how he was able to watch my every move...and I had no idea if he was going to continue to spy on me; on my family. This man, his voice had manipulated me into seducing my son...after a short period of time, I became less concerned about him; the voice.

I stood and quickly went back upstairs. I paused in the doorway of my bedroom...I could smell the scent of sperm and pussy juice. My son was laying asleep...he had kicked the blankets off from his body...his semi-erect cock was between his legs. I moved to the side of my bed, where my son was lying...I carefully took his cock in my hand, I bent down and lightly kissed the head. I lovingly began to lick his mushroom head...my tongue tickled his pee slit.

"Honey, wake up" I whispered softly.

My son's eyes flickered open. He opened his arms to me...for the rest of the day...and though my pussy ached, though my breasts were sore; my son and I made love..

263 Mom makes a deal

Introduction:

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Mom and son make a deal

Growing up in a small town I was always lucky to have my dads looks, I have blond hair, blue eyes and an average build from swimming. My mom was quite the looker too, even as her son I had noticed what a charm to look at she was. She had long brown hair, blue eyes and a body that made grown men cry. She had the curves in all the right places.

It was just going on summer vacation and I was close to graduating highschool, the last day ended up being a half day which was pretty pointless. It was more so to say good bye to all the teachers. Ive had plenty of dates from high school but never anything to sexual, as these thoughts were playing through my head I started to become horny but luckily I was just walking down my driveway. As I went in I dropped my bag by the door amd stepped into the kitchen, I guess my mom Anne hadnt heard me come in because she was on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor as I stepped in.

I took advantage of this moment and just stared at my mom bent over swaying back and forth as she scrubbed. She was wearing a pair of tight jean shorts and a tight white shirt. She had finally looked over her shoulder and noticed me goggling over her. "honey I didnt hear you come in" as she stood up to face me I couldnt help but notice that she wasnt wearing a bra and that I can see her hard nipples through that wonderful shirt dampened from water. I stared for a moment lost in thought until she said something "how was your last day? Any idea as to what your going to do this summer" I looked her in the face and said I have no idea. Probably just take it easy, as I started to walk away trying to hide my awkward erection she had stopped me and asked where I was going. Upstairs I said. "your going to leave all this house work for your lonely old mom?" she asked jokingly. Just give me a couple of minutes I said with my back to her, little did I know she was right behind me reaching for my shoulder. She turned me around and asked whats wrong but then my worst nightmare happened. Or maybe my best dream?

She glanced down to my crotch and noticed I was spotting a tent, her face turned red when she looked me in the eyes then back down to my pecker. "what caused that" she asked innocently pointing to my pants. I knew my face was red and I was embarrassed as ever before. "i dont know im just not used to seeing you cleaning like that and not wearing a bra". She then quickly realized she wasnt wearing a bra and looked at her own chest to notice her hard nipples poking through "oh so thats because of me then" I stammered and said yes in a cracked voice. "you think your own mother is hot dont you?" as I was saying no she cut me off and said that she had a proposition for me. "ill tell you what, if you help me through out the summer, maybe I will help you with your problem" as she eyed my erect penis through my pants.

What do you mean, my voice cracked again. "finish scrubbing the floors and ill give you a taste of what I mean... Or maybe I should say ill be doing all the tasting" as she licked her lips and walked away. I stood there alone in awestruck repeating the words in my head as if this didnt even happen. Was she serious. Even if she wasnt there was no way I could pass down the slightest chance, as I said my mom has a tight hot body and a rack that could make me cum in seconds.

I grabbed the scrub from the bucket and started right then, I washed every inch of the kitchen floor. I was hot and sweaty and headed towards the shower before I told mom I finished. As I walked by her room she called out to me "did you wash the floor hun" yes I replied. "then come here for a minute". I entered her room and she was sitting at the edge of the bed still wearing her dampened white shirt. When I came to standing in front of her she kneeled down onto her knees "lets see what were dealing with shall we"

She was actually serious in the kitchen. She was undoing my pants right then and there and I instantly became hard from the thought. When she undid the button my dick flew out almost hitting her in the face. She gasped and whispered "my my you have grown up" she stared at my dick and I could feel her breath. She grabbed it lightly and jerked alittle "its so warm" as she picked up the pace. She looked up at me "does your penis feel good in mommys hand" y y yes I said.

She tightend her grip and didnt leave eye contact I was coming close to cuming when I guess she realized it and said "its okay to cum on my face hunny" alittle after I did. Stream after hot stream flew out and covered her beautiful pure face with her own sons semen. She gave one last stroke before standing up. She had my cum on her cheek and upper lip. "if you help me through out the summer doing more house work there will be more where that came from" suddenly her tongue came out and licked her lip taking in some semen "hmmn thats good stuff" as she began walking to the bathroom.

Mom makes a deal part 2

The next morning I woke up drowsey thinking back to the previous night thinking it was all just a dream. The thoughts were so vivid though, which made me wonder if it actually happened. It was 7:30 am and I was already sporting a hard on so I decided to masturbate thinking back to my dream as my mom kneeled down and wrapped her hand around my cock. Oh how I wish I could have that dream again.

It didnt take long for me to relieve myself with such a thought, I headed down stairs to the kitchen to grab some breakfast when I noticed a small note on the fridge. It was a list of house chores, clean the yard, organize the garage, the list went on and then it hit me. Last night actually happened and this wasnt just a list of chores but an opportunity for me to relieve myself with my moms helping hand. I ate my cereal while reading over the list in front of me. After I had got up I had started right away, I went to the garage and started clearing everything out so I can organize it and sweep. As I was finishing up my mom was just pulling into the driveway from grocery shopping.

"Give your mom a hand with these groceries honey" hearing her call me honey again brought a tingle down my spine. I pictured last night once again and had a small chode growing. I cleared my mind quickly and went to the car to grab the groceries; once inside I placed them on the counter and started unpacking them. My mom said the garage was looking excellent and that she was suprised I started so early. "You must be expecting an award for all your hard work" I paused for a moment then continued what I was doing. I said no I thought I would just help you out a bit. I glanced over and she had a small grin on her face. She knew I was lying. "Well I think you did a good enough job to deserve something tonight" as she winked. I was excited and tried to not show it in front of her but I realized that she said tonight. That was hours away, how was I supposed to do anything now with that on my mind.

It was just going on 12 noon and I decided to get myself some lunch. I made a sandwhich and my mom walked in to sit at the table. She was wearing a pair of tight jean shorts and an orange top. I admired her body looking at her fine legs working my way up to her curvy upside. Damn she was hot, even more so now that ive felt her touch as short as it was. I had another awkward boner so I took my seat across from her hiding it under the table as if nothing was wrong. She sipped her coffee and looked at me "everything okay? You look kind of red" I was startled but said yes everything was fine "oh yeah?" all of a sudden I had felt her bare foot work its way up to my crotch. I had jumped a little at first but then she started moving her foot up and down my dick, it felt so good to have her touch I didnt fight it. I looked at her face again and it was as if she wasnt doing anything. She just continued to the read her paper and drink her coffee while she stroked my penis through my pants with her foot. After a couple of minutes she stood up and started walking out of the kitchen leaving me with blueballs. Wait I had said before she turned the corner. She stood there and turned around "what is it" she asked and then glanced at the bulge in my pants. I cant wait until tonight mom its to far. "is that so" yes mom I cant do it. Can I please have my award now. "well you did do a good job on the garage and after all you are such a good son" she walked away and headed upstairs hollering over her shoulder as she took the last step. "are you coming" my heart skipped a beat and I ran up the stairs to her room.

"Close the door behind you" she said as I walked in. I was so excited for this moment I had a constant erection. She told me to have a seat on the edge of her bed and I complied. She walked towards me and once again I admired her, her hair down to her shoulders and those beautiful blue eyes staring at her sons package. She got close enough to me to unbutton my pants and pull them down to my ankles. "you have precum coming through your boxers" I couldnt help it your just to hot to handle. She smiled and pulled my boxers down to where my pants were and my cock flung up. The tip of my penis was shiney in my own cum. She just stared at it for a second without moving and then looked me in the eyes " you dont mind if i" she paused again and licked her lips "you dont mind if I put it in my mouth do you?" like she even had to ask!

She could see in my eyes how much I wanted this and grabbed my dick and engorged her mouth with it. She had my whole shaft down her throat in the first time, I nearly blew my load. She withdrew and continued to suck slowly but only half my shaft. I wasnt complaining though. She took my cock out of her mouth and jerked it a bit giving herself a breather. "ive been craving your cum since last night, that little bit on my lip made me want it more then ever" she put my dick back in her mouth but this time the pace was faster and her left hand came up to craddle my balls. I knew I wouldnt be able to last much longer but I tried so hard not to cum. I wanted this moment to last. I wanted to have my moms mouth wrapped around my penis for hours. As I was watching my moms head bobble up and down my shaft I couldnt help but look down her shirt. Staring at her clevage threw me over board. "im going to cum soon mom" I started push her back alittle because I wasnt sure where I should cum but then all of a sudden she reached behind me and pulled me closer. Using me as leverage she shoved the rest of my shaft down her throat like in the beggining. Her gag reflexes just made the feeling all the better especially with the sound of her saliva and her little gasps of air. I couldnt hold on any longer and let go. I came in her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes were watery but she slowly moved my dick out of her mouth and I saw her swallow.

My own mother just swallowed my cum. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The thought of it would keep me up all night. She stroked my cock a couple of more times and licked up all that was left. Once she was finished she stood up and looked down at me. "good job on the garage sweetheart" I couldnt get over that even though she just had her own sons dick in her mouth shes still all motherly. She walked away back down stairs leaving me there to clean myself up. It took me a few minutes before I even moved because I was just replaying all of this in my head. For once in my entire life I couldnt wait to do more chores

Mom makes a deal part 3

The next day I had started my chores right away. As soon as I had awoke I had made my bed and tidied my room making my way down stairs. With my moms motivation; chores had become more then exciting especially since last night. I couldnt get over how lucky I was.

Once in the kitchen I looked back at the list my mom made on the fridge full of chores to do. One of the biggest ones was cleaning up the yard, this time of the year all the leaves were beggining to fall. I had some breakfast and just figured mom was still asleep because I havent heard her or any other noise yet. After finishing breakfast I had done the dishes and began raking up all the leaves in the back yard. It turned out to be a bigger job then I was prepared to be doing. The yard seemed so much bigger doing this alone but I kept at it just hoping I would be able to recieve another blowjob from my mom again. I glanced up at the window and saw my mom standing inside looking out at me. She was wearing a white robe and drinking her morning coffee. She waved at me and I just stared lost in thought. Once all the leaves were raked up and thrown into garbage bags I pulled all the weeds from the garden and then watered the lawn. I was making sure I did a good job so I wouldnt disappoint. After everything was watered I had wrapped up the hose and headed inside wondering what my mom was going to say.

"Good morning my big man" good morning mom. I got the yard all cleaned up. "I saw sweetie, it looks good. And I expect you would like your reward?" if its no trouble then yes please. My mom then caught me off guard and said she noticed me staring at her clevage last night. Even though my dick was down her throat last night I was still suprisingly embarrassed that she noticed. She went on to say that if I were to clean the bathroom she may just show me her breasts. I couldnt help but get a chode from the single thought of just seeing them. I just nodded my head awkwardly and walked fast down the hall toward the bathroom. I grabbed some cleaning supplies and started scrubbing the tub first making my way toward the sink. I ran the water to rinse everything and cleaned the mirror. Cleaning was hard when my mind was all over the place thanks to my mom. Once done I was sweaty from all the work I had done this morning and decided to just hop in and have a quick cold shower. The water felt nice and it eased my erection from the cooler tempeture. I dried off when I was done walking down the hall toward my room when all of a sudden I noticed my door was shut. I never close my door I thought right away and slowly turned the nob.

I opened the door and was more then delighted to see my mom sitting at the edge of my own bed in nothing but a white bra and some tight jeans. I dropped my clothes in the corner and took some steps towards her, getting a harder erection with every step. I was standing in front of her when she looked me in the eyes and smiled. She slowly kneeled down off the bed and pulled my pants down with my boxers all in one motion. My dick was fully erect in front of her and I could see her eyeing it. She grabbed my shaft with her right hand and began to stroke it lightly while looking back at me. She then licked the tip where I had some precum and swallowed half my shaft. She remained eye contact with her beautiful blue eyes. It was so sexy to see my mom in this postition. It didnt last long before she removed my dick from her mouth and smiled again. "i bet you want your second part of the deal now huh?" I knew exactly what she was talking about but didnt say anything because I didnt want to push in such a situation. She let go of my penis and reached around her back unclipping her bra. She held it up loosely just covering her breasts teasingly. It was hard to withstand but I managed to hold on without just yanking it from her.

She finally dropped her white bra down to the ground and revealed to me her luxurious tits. After all this time of fantasing over them through the past few years I was finally staring at my moms tits. They were all I imagined and more. I nearly came just from the site. "my eyes are up here hunny" she laughed teasingly as I looked into her blue eyes looking up at me from her position kneeled down in front of my cock. She opened her mouth again and engulfed my erect dick into her mouth without using her hands. She was sucking at an intense pace which allowed me to see her breasts bounce back and fourth with every motion she made. I was awestrucked from the site of her beauty. She was perfect and she was finally doing everything I had dreamed. I grabbed the back of my moms head and pulled it forward a bit more making her swallow more of my shaft. I heard and felt her gag reflex as she was drooling over my cock. I couldnt take it much longer and began fucking her face. She was mumbling something but I couldnt understand but didnt want to stop either. The vibrations felt so good. She mumbled again so I found some control and slid my dick out of her mouth. She gasped for air for a second and I couldnt help but look at her chest as it rose with every breath. "are you almost there" she asked as she began to stroke my cock which was now covered in precum and her spit. Yes mom I said in small parts. "okay baby, cum for me. Cum for mommy. Show me what you want" hearing her say those things threw me over the edge and once she stuck her tongue out at me looking at me with those eyes that made her look like she was begging for it I came all over.

Stream after hot stream I came all over my mom. A load landed in her mouth all over her tongue that was seconds ago playing with my penis. And a load landed on her chin which was dripping down to her chest. She swallowed the load in her mouth like she did last night making the noises of enjoyment which made me even more attracted to her. She stood up and started to massage my cum into her tits. Her tits were glistening with her own sons semen. I was lost into the scene I was witnessing of my topless mom who still had my cum on her face. She was so sexy, so hot I couldnt help but want to fuck her. I really hope that one day I will be able to lose my virginity to her because she is by far the sexiest woman ive laid eyes upon. She smiled once more "the house is going to be so clean and im going to be so dirty" she chuckled and walked away. I knew I was going to have to jerk it again later and couldnt wait until tomorrow to see what else is to come.

For the rest of the night I mostly stayed in my room confined and tormented by the thoughts of my mom. I desired her more and more everyday with every action she made upon me. My dreams had been nothing but of her and her sexy tight body. I craved more from her, more from my sweet mother.

When I awoke I instantly had to jerk one out thinking of her tits, it was fast and easy to do. I went down stairs like every other morning and ate some cereal thinking of what I can accomplish today. My mom as usual was upstairs still sleeping while I was eating. I decided to do the dishes again and clean out the fridge and deep freezer. As I was finishing up I heard my mom come down the stairs. "good morning hunny, another early start I see" she smiled. Yeah I wanted to start right away again today mom; with all your motivation how couldnt I. She poured her coffee and sat down to read her paper. I decided to ask if there was anything specific she would like me to do today. She told me I could clean the living room, under the couches and behind the book shelves to get all the dust that has built up over time. Alright, I can do that I said. I kissed her on the cheek and went to the living room to get started. I pulled the couch out and began sweeping collecting all the dust and crumbs, while I had it out I also decided to mop behind it making sure I did a good job. I then moved the shelves and did the same thing. I grabbed some more cleaning supplies and began to wipe down our glass coffee table. Once I was finishing up I was shocked to see my mom walk in all dressed up ready for work.

"im sorry sweetie but ive been called into work for an emergency, im afraid I cant reward you today but I will first thing tomorrow I promise" I was a bit dissapointed because I started cleaning first thing and now I had to wait even longer but I saw in her face that she really had to go. Its fine I said as she ran out the front door. My mom was a nurse so I knew that it was an actual emergency and besides, I liked to see her in uniform. I finished cleaning the living room and wasnt sure what to do for the rest of the day now. My mom wouldnt be home until late tonight and I will already be asleep. I came up with the idea to just clean the dining room as well and even clean my bedroom which was a mess. I put everything away as to where it should be and finally called it quits. I was still a little bummed out that she had to go to work leaving me to wait until morning. But I guess it is what it is. It was going on eight pm so I just decided to lay down and watch some tv before I fade away to sleep. I knew that the sooner I fell asleep the sooner morning would come and I could finally feel my mothers warm touch again.

My mom came home a little after 11 and noticed how clean the living room and dining room was. She was suprised to see how much I had done thats for sure. She then walked up stairs and past my bedroom door, while walking past she glanced in and could see that I had cleaned in there as well. Feeling a little ashamed that I had done all this work and wasnt awarded she headed to her room. She took off her work clothes and put on something she hadnt worn in years. She once again headed towards my room where I was asleep. As she stood in my doorway she looked into the room where I was sleeping; she was wearing black and red lace lingerie that fit her body perfectly bringing out her true perfection. She strode across the room heading towards me, leaning just in front to remove the blanket that covered me. She lightly pulled down my boxers trying not to wake me being as quiet and gentle as possible. Successfully she had revealed my penis to her and leaned on the bed to get into a position where she could slide it into her mouth. My mom began sucking my penis while I was sleeping, as I began to wake up from the amazing sensation I looked down to see my moms head bobbling up and down on my cock.

I began to say something when all of a sudden my mom noticed I was awake and crawled towards me on my bed. "you've been such a good boy lately and I couldnt let today go unrewarded" she kissed me on the lips and it was definitely not a kiss from a mother but more of a lover. She parted her lips and her tongue pushed through into mine, It felt so right even though I knew it was so wrong. My mom was making out with her son while wearing next to nothing in my own room. "are you ready to become a man?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer she moved up a bit more to straddle me. I had just begun to realize what my mother was wearing. I could see her hard nipples through the lace bra which had a thin design that lead down her body to reach her thighs and sexy legs. As she was staddling me another suprise came to my attention. I felt a little warm and wet spot on my body which was from my own mothers pussy. "theres a gap in my outfit for your manhood" she said as if she knew what I was thinking. This was actually happening, what I had been fantasising about lately is actually about to happen. My mom was going to fuck me, she was going to take my virginity. She had placed herself above my erect cock and began rubbing her pussy on it while going back to making out. She was teasing me and it felt so good. I reached a point where I couldnt take it any longer and when she was directly above my penis I reached for her ass and slammed her down on my cock. "aghh" my moms lips parted from mine in complete shock as she moaned from the plesant suprise. My whole shaft was in my mothers cunt and it was unbelievable. We stayed still for what felt like minutes but must have only been seconds before she began to rise off my penis when suddenly I slammed her back down onto my hard cock. "oh my god" she moaned quietly under her breath.

Her vagina was so moist and her insides covered my dick. I never let go of her ass for I had never had the chance to touch it after all these years of wanting to slap it over and over just to watch it jiggle and turn red. Her ass felt great in my hands and my dick felt amazing in her pussy. She began to rise again slowly but this time she slammed herself down taking my whole shaft into her vagina. She continued to do this while her moans became louder and louder. My gaze left her eyes which were filled with pleasure and went down to view her bouncing tits. Her breasts bounced everytime I entered her, I knew I was coming close to cuming. She must have sensed that I was for she grabbed my head board and picked up the pace smacking down on her sons cock while she let loud moans slide from her mouth. The head board began to smack the wall violently and her head went back for she couldnt control herself anymore "cum for me baby, cum in me, cum for mommy" I didnt need anymore motivation and I shot load after load into my mothers twat. She slowed down but didnt fully stop and her moans had begun to quiet. She humped two more times and I completely finished inside her.

She stayed still again with my chode inside her covered with both our cum and her bodily juices. It felt amazing to be this close to her and I began to hope that it wouldnt be the only time. She smiled and began to stand up sliding my dick out of her as I watched. My cum dripped from her as she stood "not bad for your first time champ" she had said and began to walk away out of my room. I layed there naked mesmerized by the previous moment. I craved to have her again, I craved to have her everyday. Someday I will make her ass become mine..

264 Mom's Offer

by Godking1992

Introduction:

This is the first part to the story, the second will be released within a short time period

I was 18 when I realized I was addicted to my mother. I started watching porn just like all the other kids in my school. I was a horny teen with desires I could not overcome. My mother is a tall woman with long shapely legs. She has long straight black hair that goes down past her shoulders and past that she has her shapely body. Now I know being her son Im not supposed to think of my mother that way but I know an attractive woman when I see one or perhaps I was just an overly sexual teen who needed to get laid. Once in high school I became that kind of guy that wasnt overly popular but everyone knew who I was, I hung out with different groups of people and over time I had a few dates. But even after losing my virginity and having my sexaul endeavors as some might put it, I still found myself back to thinking about my mom, still found her attractive and ended up fantasizing about her half way through one of my many jerk off sessions. I liked the idea of always having her around the house and the secrets we could keep together. She didnt help my poor sexual thoughts as she always wore tight clothes to show off her body to the outside world. She knows what she has and shes not afraid to show it off and why should she be.

But now Im 19 years of age and still horny for my mother. If she only knew the things I would do to her she would kill me. Id be a nymphomaniacs dream come true. It seemed like five times a day I found myself masturbating because of this woman walking around my house and she had no idea of my desires. I craved her and it kills me that its completely one-sided. But as much as I masturbate and as much as I try to stay away from my sinful thoughts it wasnt enough and I needed more. I needed to see her, I needed to touch her, I needed her to want me as much as I wanted her. I became more brave in my attempts to see her naked, to just get a small glimpse of this goddess once in a while. Id wait until shes just getting out of the shower and accidentally slip pass or wait until shes tired and going to bed to try and catch her while shes changing. But then one day something had changed in the house and by something I mean my mother. I woke up one morning and instead of my mothers usual outfits she was wearing a looser shirt that showed Alot more of her chest. I could tell she wasnt wearing a bra that day and my eyes were glued to her chest hoping to get a glimpse of my mothers tits. Truthfully she had caught me right handed goggling at her chest.

"Something your looking for" she said as my face went pure red in embarrassment. I knew what I was doing was wrong but at the same time I never thought ahead about what I would do if I ever got caught. Sorry mom is all I could muster. "Jay your 19 now and ive noticed youve been more clumsy lately; you think I havent noticed you accidentally walking into bathroom every now and again" as she said while using fingure quotes. My heart sank as she knew this whole time that ive been trying to get glimpses of her. "Im not mad because I understand at your age you just want to hump anything you can get your hands on but I want to know what your thought process is, you know im your mother and that its wrong". The first thing that came to my mind is that she doesnt really want to know what im thinking cause what im thinking is that I want to bend her over this kitchen table and shove my hard cock so deep in her tight ass that she'll believe in a higher power. But all I said is im sorry again and that I couldnt help it. I told her that I find her pleasant to look at and that I cant help it as shes always around. She looked flattered and flustered in an odd way. "Jay I have thought about this for a long time and im going to offer something no mother should ever offer her son, but if you except what I offer then you will never make an approach or talk to me about this from this day foward". I was intrigued and worried at the same time when she said she has an offer for me that no good mother should do so all I did was sit there and continue to listen to her. "Its 9am right now and im offering for you to do whatever you want to me, to fulfill all your desires and all your needs until 12 midnight but my one condition is that you still treat me with respect and treat me like a mother after today is finished, by doing this im hoping to relieve some stress and built up frustration you have towards me".

For a second I thought I was imagining everything as if I was in a messed up wonderful dream or in a coma, but either way dream or not im still going to let things play out. I was in such shock and disbelief I didn't believe my mother and thought this was some sort of set up until my mother reached into her shirt and pulled her tits out one by one. Those glorious tits that I have fantasised over for years now right in front of me in arms reach. "I know you must have a thousand thoughts going through your mind right now but im being serious, you have until 12 tonight to use me like one of those prostitutes you watch watch on porn". "Why dont we start off by doing the top thing on your list honey?". I was already fully erect and getting sore from my hard on pushing into my pants looking for freedom, and I knew she wasnt anywhere near ready for the top of my list, I dont want to scare her with my sexual thoughts and the dirty desires I had in my mind for years. But I knew by the end of the day all her holes will be filled with my cum, her sons cum. "Why don't we just start this off slow with a blowjob mom". She nodded and moved over to my chair without hesitation. This was actually happening, my dreams coming true and possibly my moms nightmare. Today was not going to be easy for her. She undid my pants and my hard erection flung out in relief, my mom kneeled there in front of me while I was still sitting in my chair just staring at my penis. "Is everything okay mom" I asked in a shy voice scared she was going to back out. "

"No nothing, I just didnt expect your size honey" She seemed a little new to blowjobs even though the way she dressed and portrayed herself was as if she new her way around a cock. She opened her pretty little mouth and wrapped her lips around my penis. Her warm mouth was heavenly after all these years thinking about her. She began bobbing her head on my dick taking more and more of my shaft into her mouth with more saliva. I couldn't help myself but to grab her head and run my fingers through her long dark hair as she took me deeper into her mouth with every slurp on my cock. I knew I wouldnt last long being my first time with my dream girl who just happened to be my tight mother. With my dick still in her mouth I reached down for her chin and made her look me in the eyes as I forced my dick a little deeper into her mouth entering her throat to release my hot load. I could feel stream after hot stream of cum release into her throat and I could see in her eyes every time another stream hit her. She wasnt expecting me to do that, it was clear to tell but she did say I could do whatever I wanted to her and I was going to make sure I did. I slowly pulled my dick from my mothers throat which was one of the best feelings I could ever have, watching some cum drip from her mouth as my dick slid out and looking at the tears in her eyes caused from gagging on my dick. She was beautiful.

Luckily for me being my age and my sexual recovery I was all ready to go again within five minutes of staring at my mothers breasts. She stood up and put her tits away without saying anything. I wondered if she was regretting this yet, because I knew in another hour or so she would be. "whats next on your list" is all she said staring at me with run down makeup from her eyes. "Do you have any toys?" I asked already knowing the answer from snooping in her room from previous horny endeavors. She brought me to her room and like most single females her age she had some toys hidden in her drawer. Vibrators, dildos and such but one had caught my eye in particular. She had a big purple dildo meant to suction to a wall. I told her to grab it and that were going to go for a shower together to get cleaned up a bit. I headed to the bathroom to start the hot water for a shower as she grabbed her giant dildo from her drawer. When she got to the washroom I was already naked and in the shower, she slid the door open and passed me the toy slightly unimpressed for what I had planned but for all she knows she might enjoy it. I watched her get undressed through the fogged up glass as she pulled her shirt over her head and pulled down her pants. I saw her pause for a moment before pulling down her panties, I knew deep down she wasnt sure about this. She walked towards the shower and I opened the door for her to get into the warm water. I immediately looked down towards her well trimmed pussy. The pussy I came from and the pussy that I plan on cumming in by the end of the day. She looked at me then noticed the huge fake dick stuck on the wall behind her. "Its alright mom" I said as I grabbed her closer to me so I can kiss her. Not like a son but a passionate kiss as if I were a lover. As I kissed her I felt her breast push against my chest and made my cock twitch again. I pushed my tongue a little into her mouth and she excepted willingly with no hesitation. I was making out with my own mother as warm water was beating down onto my back. I couldnt believe how lucky I was, how wonderful my mother was for allowing me to do this. As we continued to make out for a couple minutes more, our tongues down eachothers throats I slowly began to move her body back a couple steps until she felt the purple dick in her lower back. She opened her eyes and I smiled a little "try and enjoy this mom" as I reached behind her to guide the fake dick into her moist pussy while raising her a little to get it positioned just right. I saw my mothers eyes widen as it entered her body. I bet when she woke up this morning she didnt think she would be having a shower with her son while fucking a fake dick, yet here we are.

As her eyes widened and her mouth parted from mine when she took half the dick between her legs my dick became most erect seeing my mother in such a position. My beautiful mother who raised me is now standing there slightly hunched over with a massive dildo in her twat staring at me wondering what im thinking and what I will do next. I took a step towards her to give her one last kiss on the lips then arched her back lightly to make her bend over like a good slut so my dick was in eye level with her while she still had the dildo in her pussy. I grabbed the back of her head once again and stepped foward sliding my dick back into my mothers mouth for the second time today which will definitely not be the last time. I began to fuck my mothers mouth slowly swaying her back and forth from the wall to make her slowly fuck that fake cock behind her making her moan slightly with my dick in her mouth. The vibrations from her moans drove me wild and I began to become more aggressive with her slowly putting my dick deeper into her mouth but then pulled out of her mouth for her to take a breath. She had drool come out of her mouth as I pulled out and I saw her push back into the dildo willingly without me having to guide her. I could tell she was trying to make the best of this and get a little pleasure out of this fucked up situation. I moved foward again to enter my moms mouth as she was swaying back and forth. Her breasts swinging in the air with hard nipples caused by the warm water. She was gorgeous in this position and I felt like the luckiest person alive. I was staring at my mothers ass in the air while she was taking the fake dick between her legs and I couldn't take it anymore. I once again like earlier grabbed her chin and made her look into my eyes but this time she knew what I was doing. She gave me a small moan of consent that she was ready for my load, but I wasnt going to make it that easy. With more then half my dick in her mouth and saliva and precum dripping from her mouth I pushed my full shaft into her throat making her gag causing the sensation to be so much better. But while I was making my mother deep throat me I had pushed her back into the dildo more causing her to take the whole thing into her tight little twat. Her moan became a little scream causing me to twitch more making me release my entire load into my mother. I was spit roasting my mother and I loved it. Sliding out of my mothers wet mouth she moved foward removing the cock from her wet pussy. She stayed slightly bent over in relief with slight pleasure that we were done for the current moment. I stared at the purple dick and realized that my mother had cum on it just now which made me all that more horny and desired her more. I stood her up a little and let her lean on me in an embrace. We stood there in the shower naked holding each other covered in cum and I whispered into her ear "todays only begun mom". To my surprise she said "use the real thing next time". She has no idea how much more im going to use her today..

265 Country Mom for a Horny Son

Introduction:

First story of there's series

First teaser story for a new series.

My mothers name is libby, she has lived in the country her whole life raising chickens and horses. Shes tall with shoulder length blonde hair and big milky breasts and blue eyes like myself. She had married my father who has always preferred the city life. He worked long hours at his desk job being an accountant for a small law firm. He only moved to the country to please my mother which I believe is the only way he pleases her.

Im 19 years old and like most people my age I tend to get aroused easily and masturbate a hell of a lot. But only recently have I begun to be attracted to my mother. I mean in all honesty I guess im suprised it didnt happen sooner. I mean she walks around in skin tight jeans that cover her strong legs from horse back riding and usually flanel checkered shirts that she never buttons up all the way and never wears a bra. I mean what teenager wouldn't get aroused by that with the added satisfaction of taboo.

I found myself more and more examining my mom. When she did the dishes I would sit at the table and just stare at her ass or when she went horseback riding I would watch as her beautiful round breasts would bounce with every gallop. It seemed every night I would fantasize about her. All the bad sexual things I would do to my own mother.

Then one night she had hopped in the shower after a long hard day of work and I took that opportunity to go to my room and rub a quick one out. To my suprise my mother had left the bathroom with the shower on to grab some clothes and she walked right pass my room while I was in a mid jerk off session. She glimpsed then quickly walked pass, I immediately felt my face go red as I quickly covered myself. I couldnt believe that just happen but then she walked into my room. "listen, we both know I just saw you doing you know what so lets not act like I didnt and be awkward" my mother had sat at the end of my bed. I could smell hay and fresh cut grass on her. She was looking at me as if I was supposed to say something so I had apologized. " all men do it and those who say they dont are liars" I replied shyly with a little yea. Libby had stood up and started walking to my bedroom door to leave and then she paused and turned around for a second. "what exactly were you thinking about anyways? I mean I dont see any porn" . You dont want to know is all I could muster when really I was thinking of plowing her from behind. "you'd be suprised" she said quickly as she left to have her shower.

I layed there for a bit and thought about what she said. Had she had an idea of what I was thinking about or was she just thinking I was visualizing something I saw on tv. I dont know. I guess I was tired cause I must have passed out and woke up the next morning to the sun shining in my face from my window. I looked outside and saw my mother feeding the horses she loved. She looked up and smiled at me. I smiled and left her site. I had neglected to be close to her all day, barely said anything to eachother even at dinner. I was still embarrassed. I went to my room and shut my door and just played with my phone. She knocked then came in "your father wont be home tonight, he has business outside of town as usual" alright I replied. "why have you been so quiet today? Is it cause of last night?" im just not in the mood to talk i told her hoping she would just leave my room then it clicked for her. "was it me"

I didnt know what to say. I didnt want to lie, she always knows when I lie but I didnt want to face the truth either. I said yes as I looked down to the ground avoiding her eyes. Sweetie its okay to think about me in those ways. Most young men are attracted to there mother at least a little bit growing up. I knew she was just trying to console me but it wasnt working then out of know where she grabbed my chin and made me look in her eyes. I felt my face turn red a little and my penis twitch just from her touch. I mean it she said. "im not just attracted to you mom, I think of you all the time, heck I even dream of you" oh yeah doing what honey "nothing mom just forget about it" I was really hoping she would just leave now. I wanted nothing more then for her to go... Or at least I thought.

My mother grabbed my junk through my pants and instantly I went rock hard. She stroked it a little bit as a small tease. "do you think of me doing this sometimes sweetheart" she stared in my eyes as she massaged my dick. Yyes was all I could reply. "really?" she said already knowing the answer. She unzipped my pants and saw the tent in my boxers then pulled my cock out which flew out from arousal. Then to my amazement my mother leaned down still staring at me in my eyes never losing contact and stuck my dick in her small beautiful mouth. She bobbed her head up and down working on my shaft with her lips and tongue playing games with my dick. I watched in amazement as my own mother was sucking my cock as if it was someone elses. "how about this? Do you think of me doing this in your fantasies" she asked as she released the tip of my dick with a sucking sound. All the time I said. She sat back up and stroked my penis while staring at it as if mesmerized by it. "your father and I havent really been as close to eachother as we used to be and I know you think of me as I thinkbof you once in a while" she was talking but I only heard half of what she was saying while my mind was focused on my mothers hand movimg up and down my shaft. "are you listening honey"

Sorry I said for I really wasnt paying attention. I just wanted to feel her warm lips on my cock again. I wanted to fuck her mouth. My mothers mouth. "what we are doing is wrong, although it is very enjoyable for the both of us I will not continue this for free" she got my attention this time as I realized she had said continue. As in she'll do it again. What do you mean I asked. " if you help out more around the farm with the horses and the house work then I will continue to do these little sexual favors once in a while and ill even change them up" my eyes widened with excitement that ill finally be able to live my fantasies with my mother if I work hard enough. I couldn't believe what she was proposing. She then released my cock from her smooth soft hand. "this was just a sample of what will come if you help out around here, finish yourself off and well see what tomorrow brings" she stood up and dabbed her finger on the tip of my dick where there was a decent amount of precum then licked her finger. She looked me in the eyes and winked then turned to walkbout my room.

It didnt take me long to finish jerking off. Especially with all that motivation. My mind was everywhere that night not even fully sure if it even all happened or if I was in some magical coma. All I knew was in the morning ill be working my ass off for a chance to have my mothers ass on my face..