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Subject: {ASSM} The Cliche'd Clinch!  (MF Fm pedo incest)  Stasya T. Canine
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Date: Thu, 31 May 2007 14:10:01 -0400
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Inspired by a thread and examples in ASSD.

Thanks, rache, Frank.
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codes:  MF Fm pedo incest

The Cliche'd Clinch!
by Stasya T. Canine
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Mary looked at her husband suspiciously.  "Something's changed."

He chuckled with a return of the wicked gleam that had seduced her into his
bed 14 years ago.  "You noticed."

"You haven't been that absorbed in making me feel good for the last ten
years.  What happened?"  Being a typical middle aged nobody, with an average
body, she naturally suspected the worst.  'Had he finally given up and found
another woman?  Was he thinking about HER?'

"Josh is growing up.  Or haven't you noticed that those cum filled balls are
topped with a log instead of a twig?"  He tweaked her clit and she gasped.
"Don't try to tell me you haven't thought about getting a sample of that?"

"I haven't!" She gasped with horror.  "He's our son!"  Her eyes were wide
with shock.  Or so she hoped.  She hoped he didn't notice the guilty glance
she made towards Josh's bedroom, next to theirs.  She hadn't thought of
Josh's sex.  Not really.  Not until now.  But...  NO!  Her mind shied away
with a fascinated horror.  But, another part of her insisted, Josh *was* as
big as his father...

She gathered herself mentally, then confronted Jake again.  "You're the one
that's changed.  Stop avoiding the subject!"

He sighed."OK.  I was fantasizing about Josh tonight.  That's all.
Wishing..."  He trailed off, obviously embarrassed.  "Forget it."

He rolled over and went to sleep.

Mary, however, stayed awake a long time before she finally sighed and went to
sleep.

The next morning, while she made breakfast, her thoughts were on Jake, Josh,
and what Jake had said.  'I was thinking about Josh.'

Was Jake secretly gay?  Was that why he'd lost interest in her?  Was it all
just forcing himself to 'do his duty'?

She shivered.  'No!  He'd loved her once.  She couldn't be wrong about that!'

But, she thought again, 'he was thinking about Josh'.

That was the way her thoughts swirled for the rest of the day.  All she could
think about was Jake, Josh...  And how Josh's sexual hunger so reminded her
of how Jake had been when they first met.

She went to bed hot, moist, more than ready for sex.

But when Jake eagerly had his way, it was Josh she was thinking about.  It
was Josh's penis she felt slithering in and out.  It was Josh's balls
slapping against her, sending the erotic vibrations through her quivering
body.

And at the end, it was Josh's hot, eagerly seeking semen that she felt being
savagely pulsed into her.

Jake saw her satiated, spent smile.  He didn't know it was Josh she was
murmuring her soft words of satisfaction to.

The next morning Mary glowed.  Sometime in the night she'd made her decision.
Jake had said 'thinking'.  She couldn't let him go on to make a reality of
what he must have been thinking.  She couldn't let him seduce their son into
perversion.

There was only one solution.  She'd have to be careful about it but she knew
she could do it.  She had to seduce Josh first.  She had a responsibility, as
his mother, to make sure he was firmly placed on the correct path.

She *must*, she had decided, make sure his sexuality wasn't corrupted by his
father.

Mary called on all her almost forgotten, seldom used skills while she made
and served breakfast.

To Jake, she was her usual self, the caring, slightly distant wife she had
become.

To her son she was something else entirely and a small part of her was
*proud* of the way the two danced so differently to her actions.

When she served Josh his breakfast, her robe shifted slightly, naturally--and
a breast was briefly visible to his view alone.  When she casually turned
away her eyes lingered briefly, enjoying his rapt gaze.

So it went.

By the time it was Friday, she knew Josh would do anything she wanted.

She and Jake exchanged their customary peck and he was out the door, as
usual.

Josh was heading for his room to get ready for school when Mary stopped him.
"Josh, help me with the dishes, please.."

"But, Mom!  I have to get ready for school!"

"Don't 'but me' young man!  You and I both know you were going to play video
games for the next half hour, then get ready!  Dishes.  Now!"

Josh tried to hide his frustration.  He hadn't been planning anything of the
sort.  He couldn't believe how erotic his mother had suddenly become.  All he
wanted to do was lock the door and whack off until he was limp, then get
ready for school.  If he was lucky he'd be able to whack one more time before
he left.

He sighed instead of arguing and turned back to the kitchen.

Mary, foot tapping, not in suppressed anger but with increasing sexual
frustration, hid her grin.  She had known exactly what Josh was going to do
and she had other plans.  "Good." was all she said as she followed her son
into the kitchen.  "You start the water get things ready.  I'll be right
back."

"Yes, Mom."

Mary left, making a quick check to see the doors were locked, just as she
always did after everyone left.  She watched as her husband drove off,
waving, and getting wave in return.  Everything was normal while she watched
until she could no longer see his car.  Then she glanced over her shoulder to
see if Josh had come into the room.  No.

She quickly made the rounds again, this time making sure all the curtains
were closed, with no barely seen cracks anyone could peek through.  She also,
after a moment's reflection, secured the outside doors with their chains.

'There', she thought with satisfaction.  'No awkward interruptions.'

The hidden hunger rose from her pubes and settled behind her eyes.  'It feels
good', she decided when the sudden wave of lust had passed.

Josh had started without her, without any of his usual protests.  He looked
up when his mother entered the room, and blushed when he realized her eyes
were focused on his crotch, and the hardon hidden there.  "Sorry mom.  It
just...  Happened."

"It's ok, Josh.  Looks like you're your father's son."  She left it at that
and joined him at the sink.  At first there was an awkward silence but she
was able to quickly ease Josh past his embarrassment.

Subtly, she brushed against him a few times.  She apologised at first,
explaining it away with the excuse of putting the dishes away.  Soon though,
she noticed Josh wasn't flinching, and she quit making excuses.

After he set the last item aside to be dried she dropped all pretense and
calmly snaked her hand into his pajama bottoms and grabbed his prick and
balls.

He froze, but didn't try to move away.  

Mary was lost.  Her lust had taken over.  "Mmm...  Just like your father used
to be.  Hot.  Swollen.  Filled with cum and with a prick ready to deliver
it."  She looked at Josh and smiled.  "I like that.  Have you been thinking
about me?"

"A lot."  It was a breathless stammer and he was surprised it sounded so
calm.  Nobody had ever touched him this way and it felt...  different.  A lot
different.  He decided he liked what his mom was doing to him and didn't want
it to ever stop.

Mary looked into his eyes and smiled.  Her hand slid slowly, working the skin
of his penis.  She felt his hips start to move and she stopped her slow
strokes.  She didn't want to waste that load.  No, indeed, she wasn't going
to let him waste that cum.

"Don't move."  He nodded and she let go, withdrawing her hand.

"I have something for you.  Something you've dreamed about.  Something you
never thought I'd give you."  She untied her belt and quickly slithered out
of her robe.  It fell to the floor and she stood proudly.  "Me."

Josh stared and his hands moved by themselves to touch her body.  He was the
one who flinched when his fingers made contact.  His gaze jerked away from
his mother's tits to her face.   "Anywhere, Josh.  Anywhere."  When he didn't
move he felt one of her hands wrap around his and move it.  She pushed
downwards gently.  When he realized where it was headed he looked down.  His
mother.  His own mother wanted *him* to touch her sex.  She pushed his hand
against her pubes and pushed.  "There.  put your fingers inside.  I'm wet.
I'm wet for you..."

He fumbled, then felt  her opening.  Hurriedly he pushed as many fingers in
it as he could.  He didn't want to miss this chance before his mom changed
her mind!

Mary moaned and her hips jerked forward.  'Oh, God!  I'm too close  It's too
soon!'  She frantically grabbed and removed his hand.  "It's OK.  It's OK!"
She came down from her near orgasm and soothed her suddenly frightened son.
"You did it right.  Really!"

"Hold still!"  She frantically took his dripping hand and slid it all over
his penis.  It didn't matter, really but she wasn't going to let anything
slow down what was coming next.

She let go of his hand and grabbed the base of her son's prick.  Holding it
steady, she scooted forward and impaled herself with it.

She felt his hips jerk and her hands flashed to his buttocks.  She jammed
herself against him and moaned...  "Fuck me!"

She exploded first, before he made his first stroke.

Josh's senses reeled.  'He was fucking his mother!'

His lust took over and his hips slammed his prick deep into his mother.  He
felt something grabbing, something that frantically quivered around his
prick.  His hips jerked again and he exploded.  It felt like his cum was
forcing itself out of his prick and into his mother.  His legs quivered with
the effort of helping his hips force his prick even deeper.  His arms went
around his mother, his hands grabbed her butt and he jerked her against him
while he emptied himself.

It was awesome.  He'd never felt anything like it in his life.  His prick
tingled, sending jolts of pure pleasure to his brain.

He jerked and pulsed, jerked and pulsed.  Dimly he felt his mother matching
him jerk for jerk.

Mary's senses swam.  She hadn't orgasmed that strongly since...  No, she
decided. 'I've never orgasmed like that!'

She felt their mingled juices flowing down her legs..  She felt the heat of
her son's chest against her breasts.  She smelled his sweat.  

It felt good.

She'd have to this again.

Often.

Now, though.  "Josh."  She smiled as his gaze slowly focused on her.

"Wow, Mom.  That was...."

She kissed him, sharing the afterglow with him.  "I know.  It was like that
for me, too"

She hugged him, then gently pushed him away.  "Now, though, you need to get
to school.  I don't want you to be late."  Not yet, she thought as she
started making plans.

"Oh. Wow!"  Josh glanced at the kitchen clock, then jerked away.  "I
gotta..."

"Josh!"  He froze, then turned to look over his shoulder in fear.

Mary smiled.  "We'll do it again.  Lots of times.  I promise!  But..."  She
held up a hand in warning.  "We can't let your father know!  Ever!"

Josh blanched, then nodded.  "Yes, Mother!"

Mary smiled.  "Good."  She made a shooing motion.  "Go!"

Josh ran for his bedroom.

Mary slumped on one of the kitchen chairs, satiated for the first time in ten
years.

It felt damn good to be a mother!
---

TANSTAAFL  --Robert Anson Heinlein--

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