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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 7) [Asian, F/b, Incest (Mother-Son), First Time, Semi-Consent]
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Date: Fri, 07 Apr 2006 03:10:02 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
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Chapter 7: Sunday Morning Again

Ben opened a single eye when he heard the knock at his
bedroom door.  It wasn't much of a knock, but it was
enough to jar him out of sleep.  He hardly had a
moment to collect his mind before the door opened and
he heard the voice of his father.

"Ben?"

Through the single opened eye he could make out the
silhouette of his father, illuminated by the light
from the hallway.  

"Dad?"  He managed to groan a tired questioning reply.

There was a moment's pause before he heard his
father's voice again.  "Just doing my rounds. 
Everything okay in here?"

For a moment the question baffled Ben.  Rounds?  Dad
hadn't done rounds in years.  And never before in the
morning either.  What could possibly be wrong in here?

"Yes."  Ben groaned in reply again, after all, as far
as he could tell, the room didn't appear to be on
fire.

"Okay."  His father replied, not really sounding all
that convinced.  "Go back to sleep."

There was one more brief pause before the door closed
again, leaving Ben still baffled but alone again.

Ben closed his eyes but made no attempt to go back to
sleep.  He just listened carefully, to see if his
father was going to come back with another equally
baffling conversation.  

He heard him walk down the hallway, then nothing for a
few moments.  Just when all sounded quiet again, he
heard his father coming back down the hall, towards
his door.  He braced himself for the door to open
again.

But this time he didn't stop.  The footsteps passed
right by his door and back towards his parent's
bedroom.

There was only a second's pause before he heard his
father pace down the hallway yet again.  This time he
heard the footsteps descend the stairs into silence.

Ben waited a moment longer, then deciding that the
house had finally calmed down, he turned over in
relative safety.  He looked at his clock and saw that
it was still god awful early in the morning.  He
couldn't remember the last time he'd been awake at
this hour on a Sunday.  Not when there was no good
reason to be awake and nothing good to watch on
television.

He sat in bed for a moment longer and just listened,
but couldn't hear anything.  Everything was quiet and
he was pretty satisfied that most everyone else was
still asleep.

His mind drifted back to the event's of yesterday
afternoon, something that had passed through his mind
repeatedly since then.

He remembered the way his mother's body looked spread
across the kitchen table.  He could remember the
feeling of his cock in her mouth, like it was still in
her.  The way the sweat of her pussy seeped around his
fingers while he held her.

The painful need of his rising erection shocked him
back to the here and now.  The ache cried out for
release, but just like last night, he doubted his hand
could provide all the fulfillment he craved.

Stepping out of his bed, he paid little heed to the
noise he might make.  His mind was solely focused on
sating his own desire.

He opened his bedroom door boldly, not feeling the
slightest bit of shyness.  The hallway was empty again
and there was no sound that his father had come back
upstairs or was even about to.

His gaze fell onto his parent's bedroom door as his
mind raced quickly over the situation.  Past
experience told him that his mother was probably still
asleep beyond that door.  She never got up this early
and when she did get up, she always made a lot of
noise.

His desire told him that no matter how much time he
might have before his father returned, it would be
plenty.

He stepped confidently down the hallway towards the
bedroom door.  He imagined himself the conquering hero
of some action movie.  Going to enjoy the spoils of
his victory, the way the movies always seemed to hint
at, but never quite show.

He opened the door to his parent's bedroom and stepped
inside, closing the door behind him.  His father
having to stop to open the door might provide him just
a couple of extra seconds that he would need.

He surveyed his new domain and saw that his
assumptions were correct.  His parent's bed still had
one sleeping occupant.  And the spot his father
normally slept in was invitingly empty.

He just stood and watched the sleeping body, not
frozen both by nervousness and lust.  His blood pumped
in his head, making his eyes throb.  His mind raced
over the possible consequences of moving forward.  

His father could come in and putting an end to it. 
His mother rejecting him.  Any of a hundred different
things that could go wrong.

But then yesterday his mother said they'd do it again,
and they hadn't.  And his dad was actually encouraging
him to do it.

His eyes drifted slowly over her form.  She laid on
her side, with her back to him, the sheet covering
her.  He could see little of her body, but that just
seemed to excite him more than just plainly seeing
could have possibly done.

He could see the dull dark outline of her panties
through the white sheet.  He could see the long narrow
bump that was probably the hem of her t-shirt around
her waist.  He traced that up her side until he could
see the edge of her shirt just peeking over the edge
of the sheet.

He pulled down his shorts and stifled a painful grunt
as the hem caught on his stiffened cock.  Excitement
had gotten the better of him in more ways than one,
but it left him undeterred.

He carried the shorts as he walked to the edge of the
bed, then, not knowing what else to do with them, hung
them over the corner of the bed.  He lifted up the
sheet carefully, trying to be sure not to wake his
mother, and then even more carefully slipped into the
bed.

It was still warm from his father, he guessed.  He
laid his head on the pillow and pulled the sheet over
himself.  Watching as his cock made a little tent in
front of him, a spot of wetness already appearing on
the white sheet.  

He just laid there for a long moment, waiting to see
if his mother would stir, but she didn't.  Her snoring
faltered for a moment, but quickly returned to its
normal rhythm.

Ben reached over and placed his hand on his mother's
hip.  He could feel the strap of her panties, the way
it snugly wrapped around her hip.  He traced the edge
of the fabric with his fingertips, barely touching his
mother's skin above the soft fabric.  As he touched
her, he just laid still and stared up at the ceiling.

He turned on his side slowly to watch her, but she
still didn't move, still serenely asleep.  His eyes
drifted lower, watching the lump that his hand made,
traveling back and forth under the sheet.

Still her breathing didn't change.  Not the slightest
stirring came from her at all.

He followed the sweep of her panties, passing slowly
over the curve of her ass.  His hand shook as he found
the soft skin at the bottom crook of her ass peeking
out under her panties.

Her breathing changed now, letting out a little moan
of satisfied appreciation between exhales.  That was
all the encouragement he needed to proceed.

He moved his hand further up, cupping the cheek of her
ass through her panties.  It was soft and warm, with a
more than satisfying amount of give.  He squeezed
slightly and watched how his mother's breathing
quickened.  She was obviously enjoyed this.

He brought his free hand to her other cheek now. 
Squeezing more, making her breathing come even
sharper.  She mumbled something in reply, but it
didn't sound like words, more just verbalized
emotions.

He shifted closer to her now, just within inches of
her, but being careful not to crowd her too much yet. 
He couldn't see through the sheet, but he could
imagine his stiff cock pointing straight out at his
mother.  It ached for her to touch it even more now.

He took a deep breath and slipped his hands lower,
touching her bare skin again.  He marveled at how soft
her skin was right at the base of her ass.  His hands
didn't stay there very long though, lifting them back
up and under her panties.

His hands began massaging her skin directly, causing
her hips to shake.  At almost the same time, both he
and his mother let out a satisfied moan, one mimicked
by other.  

Then she moved, catching him off guard, being so
caught up in the massage he was giving his mother. 
She didn't turn and she didn't even really seem to be
awake.  Her hand just reached down, took his top hand
in hers and raised it up, dragging it across her flesh
and out of her panties.

For a brief second he thought it was all over.  His
other hand froze, just holding her ass.  Like a hawk
his eyes followed the movement of his mother's hand,
dragging his hand along in tow.

She pulled his hand up and to his stunned amazement,
she placed it right over her breast.  He could feel
her stiff nipple poking through the thin fabric of her
shirt, boring a hole into his hand

He twitched involuntarily for a second, the sheer
fulfilled anticipation of the moment cresting over his
mind.  Then starting to massage her ass again, which
now produced mewls of pleasure from her.

He didn't move his hand on her breast, just holding it
seemed to be enough for the moment.  He slipped his
hand out of her panties and with the new found
freedom, he shifted even closer to her.  Pressing his
nude body against her clothed back.  

He could feel his cock brushing against her pantied
ass.  Making his mother stir even more, grinding her
hips slowly back against him.

"Ummm, Mike."  Sara moaned in her half-awake state.

He was about to correct her, but he decided to just
keep silent.  He didn't want to surprise her and loose
the moment.  Besides, he kind of enjoyed the way she
was barely awake but still excited.

He moved his hand slightly, lowering it so that her
nipple was between his fingers.  He started to roll
the stiff nub now, feeling it grow even harder.  His
mother gasped and clutched his hand tighter, not
wanting it to slip away from her.

He pushed his head closer to her back, inadvertently
keeping her from rolling over.

In Sara's half awake mind, she was fully aware of the
pleasure her body was experiencing.  It had entwisted
it self into her dreamscape, but it was a vague sort
of colorful dream.  Not one easily translated into
conscious thought.

Still, Mike was there, and he was touching her.  His
hands eager and grasping, rougher and less familiar
than she remembered.  It evoked memories of old cars
and stolen moments in the backseat when she was
younger.

Ben was holding his breath tightly as his mother
started to grind her hips harder against him.  He
could feel the wet spots he was leaving all over her
panties.  And even this was a thousand times more
fulfilling than what he had done by himself.

He slipped his hand out from under his mother's hand,
away from her breast.  He was surprised to feel his
mother's hand stay in place, her own fingers starting
to rub her nipple now.  He slipped his hand under her
t-shirt and brought it up her chest, feeling the soft
curve of the underside of her breast and how much it
felt like the same spot on her ass.

As he started to move even higher, his mother's hand
retreated, leaving him easy access to her nipple
again, inviting him up to touch her again.

Her hand drifted lower, her legs shifting and parting.
 She reached between them and grasped his cock.

Ben swallowed hard as he felt his mother grasp his
dick.  It wasn't a soft grab, but insistent and
needing.  He could tell she wanted him, she needed
him.  

"Ohhh...  Mike."  She groaned out and again he decided
not to correct her.  He actually sort of liked her
mistaking him for his father.

She cupped his dick in her hand and rubbed it against
her panties between her legs.  He could feel how hot
and wet she was down there, just like he was.

In Sara's mind, the briefest flicker of recognition
started to ignite.  Even in her half awake mind she
was familiar enough with her husband's body to know
when something wasn't as it should be.

Ben slipped his other hand under his mother's pillow,
hugging her tightly now, clutching himself to her
back.  His desire was a fine, hot pin prick of light. 
Burning hotter and hotter as the seconds passed,
insistent enough to drown out all other thoughts.

Sara used her other hand to pull her panties to the
side, clutching her son's dick directly against the
enflamed folds of her flesh.  Their sweat and cum
mixing, lubricating each other.  Making him slip and
slide all around her.

Ben's fingers pinched her nipple now, shocking her
fully awake.  The tiny flicker of doubt suddenly
fanned up into full blown realization.  She knew it
wasn't Mike behind her and, furthermore, she knew who
was.

"Ben?"  She asked, questioningly, her hand still
holding his dick against her.  Her hips still rocking
back and forth against him.

In truth, she didn't remember the events of their
previous carnality yet.  She was too full engulfed in
the moment to have any such rational thoughts.

"Unnnn..."  Ben grunted in reply, the word didn't mean
anything, but the affirmative tone of voice was
enough.  Not to mention she'd recognize her own son's
voice anywhere.

Her fingers continued to knead his shaft against her
cunt, even as her mind flashed through self doubt. 
She knew what was happening was probably wrong and she
knew that she should probably stop.  But the young
enthusiasm of his cock excited her even more.  The
sheer idea of the wrongness fanned her flames even
more.

"Does that feel good?"  She asked, rubbing him tighter
against herself.  

She wanted to fuck him.  She wanted to show him new
pleasures.  She wanted to experience him feeling these
things for the first time.  Yesterday's afternoon's
enjoyments only slowly coming back into her mind now. 
This would be better than then, now it was just him
and her, mother and son.  No one else to interrupt or
interfere.

"Unnnnnn..."  Ben replied again in the affirmative, his
voice low and droning now.

This positioning just wouldn't do.  True, she liked
when Mike did this to her, but she wanted to see Ben's
face for this.  She pulled her hips away from him,
letting his slick cock slip out of her hands. 
Prompting a quizzical "uhhhh?" reply from him.

"Shhhh."  She replied with a smile as she turned over
to face him.  "Don't worry, mommy is going to make it
all better."

Ben just stared at his mother as she turned to face
him, her hands pushing the sheet down.  He could feel
her eyes looking down across his body.  She smiled
when she saw his cock.

Sara licked her lips as her eyes beheld her son's
engorged cock, red and slick with her own juices.  She
reached down to the edges of her t-shirt and pulled it
up and over her head.  Tossing it behind them without
taking her eyes off of him.

His eyes dropped instinctively to her chest, bringing
an even bigger smile to her face.  

"You like mommy's tits?"  She asked him, "Would you
like to suck them?  Mommy would like you to suck
them."

Ben didn't even bother to answer her, he just moved
forward quickly, his mouth latching onto her right
nipple like a starving newborn, both of his hands
gripping the sides tightly.

"Oooh.  Eager little boy, aren't you?"  The roughness
of his mouth, the sharp pain of his over achieving
suckling was uncomfortable, but the excitement she
could feel through him, that more than made up for the
occasional twangs of sharp pain.

She lifted her arm and cupped the back of his head,
holding him just like she had when he was a baby.  Her
other hand reaching down to her panties, trying her
best to shift them off without distracting him.  She
was only able to get them down to her knees before she
pushed his head back a bit.

"Mommy wants you to fuck her now, okay honey?"  She
told him, the sheer audacity of the statement sent
shivers through her body.  "Would you like that?"

Ben nodded quickly now.  He had no words to reply.  He
wasn't even sure his mouth would work if he tried.  

Sara reached down and grasped her son's hand, pulling
him with her as she rolled onto her back.  Bringing
him up against the side of her body again.  His cock
smearing pre-cum across her hips.

"Come on and get on top of mommy.  She'll help you do
this."  She whispered encouragingly, pulling his hand
slightly again.

Ben shifted his weight and slinked on top of his
mother's willing body.  She guided him so that their
hips were on the same level, which brought his head
only up to her neck.  His cock bounced sloppily around
between her thighs, occasionally brushing her cunt and
causing her to whimper in pleasure.

"Take mommy's panties off."  She whispered to her son,
pushing his hand down her legs.

Ben's hand went the rest of the way on its own,
gripping the side of her panties and pulling them down
roughly.  It was only a second after they were tossed
aside that he began grinding his hips against her
again.

"Here honey, let mommy help."  Sara said as she
reached down between his legs.  Guiding his cock
towards her, aiming his plunging thrust right between
her lips.

With the penetration into his mother, Ben's body went
rigid.  The feeling was like nothing he had
experienced before.  It wasn't anything like he
imagined it would be.  No, it was better.  He just sat
still there, not wanting to let the pleasure fade.

Sara gasped as she felt her son's cock surge into her.
 She watched his face screw up into a mask of
indescribable pleasure.  She wondered what he was
feeling right now, but she could see that he was
certainly enjoying it.

She just held her hips still and let him get
accustomed to the feelings.  Her hands moving up to
rub his small ass.  It was toned and hard, curving in
at the sides.  She could almost remember when Mike's
was like this, but that seemed like a lifetime, no,
two lifetimes ago.

"Are you okay, honey?"  She finally decided to ask,
using just a hushed whisper.

Ben nodded slowly, dry swallowing some of his
enthusiasm.  "....yes."  He managed to croak out.

Sara shifted her hips downwards, into the mattress,
drawing him almost entirely out of her.  "Honey, it
feels even better when you move like this..."

And she slowly shifted her hips back up, towards him.

The exquisite friction of their flesh together made
Ben's eyes go wide.  Suddenly he felt something that
was better than just being inside his mother.  

He blinked quickly as Sara repeated the motion,
drawing him all the way into and out of her again. 
Only this time she was able to let him slip entirely
out of her.  On the upward thrust, he slipped right
back in, just like he was going home.

This was all the encouragement and demonstration that
Ben needed.  Suddenly his hips were thrusting up and
down madly against her.  His hands gripping her chest
like he was on a roller coaster and his safety
restraint had just broken.

Sara held her breath as her son thrashed madly around
above her.  She lifted her legs and cinched them
around his legs, to keep him from thrusting too far
out.  His face changed expressions wildly, one moment,
intense concentration, the next overwhelming bliss. 
The emotions flowing out of him only intensified her
own passion.

"That's right honey."  She moaned encouragingly.  "Oh,
mommy likes what you`re doing to her."

She felt breathless and almost dizzy with excitement. 
Under her hands she could feel his ass clench.

"Oh, honey, you're about to cum,."  She moaned. 
"Mommy wants you to cum inside her...  don't stop yet..."

Ben wasn't sure what his mother was talking about.  He
had no intention of ever letting himself out of her. 
And then, all at once, he could feel his hips spasm
and shake, semen shooting out of him and up inside his
mother.  A long moan of enjoyment echoed out of his
lungs as his body started to slow down.

Sara arched her body up against her son as she felt
his incestuous cum being deposited deep inside her. 
Her back stayed arched as he twitched.  She finally
relaxed as he gasped and his flow ebbed to a trickle.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on just the
pleasure as her body relaxed.

Ben just collapsed on top of her, his cock still
inside her, already beginning to deflate.  His cum
slowly leaking out of her, seeping around his cock.  


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