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NORA Part 1
REAL-LIVE INCEST STORIES
By Nora
My name is Nora. I'm a 43 year old happily married woman. I've been married to
the same man for 22 years. We live in the suburbs. Together we have four lovely
boys, ages 21, 19, 17, 13. My two oldest boys don't live at home any more. My
oldest son just graduated from college and got a good job about 50 miles away,
and my second son lives in the town where he currently goes to college.
In there spirit of this forum I'll get right to the point. I want to share
some sexual experiences with you including, masturbation, and incest. I don't
often get to tell many people about my experiences. I hope you enjoy reading
about them.
I am an athletically built small woman with a pretty face and sharp features. In
my bare feet I stand 5 feet 3 inches tall. My measurements are 34-26-36. I have
light brown hair and have it colored it with blonde highlights My eyes are blue-
green, and I weigh about 120 pounds.
My breast size is C-cup, and they are still very perky. My areolae are pink and
wide. When my nipples become aroused the areolae shrink in diameter to form hard
erect nipples 3/4 inches long and 1/2 inch thick. I have a thin waist accenting
my hips. I've been told on more than a few occasions that I have a "very nice
ass". At my lower back, I have a dimple on either side of my tailbone that
progresses into a plum shaped bum.
I have smooth skin and good tone. Good genes provide me with toned but feminine
arms, legs, and torso. I'm not a hairy person at all. I've never needed to shave
my thighs luckily, and I have my shins waxed 2 to 3 times a year. My pubic hair
is light brown in color. The patch is a thinly cropped small triangle of fine
hair spreading down to the outer labia.
I am a very sexually active heterosexual monogamous woman. People find that fact
odd in today's society, but you don't have to be promiscuous to have a lot of
sex. My husband is the first and only man with whom I have had sexual
intercourse. Thus, you guessed it, masturbation and fantasises are a big part of
my sexuality. There are some other twists that I will elaborate on below.
I started masturbating at the young age of 11 years of age. However, my first
sexual partner was my sister Gayle. We enjoyed a brief sister to sister
incestuous relationship when we very young. We are happy that it happened and
credit that experience to helping us develop sexual identities. We are very
close as adult siblings and so are our respective families. Even though Gayle
and I grew out of it, we refer to that time fondly. Today, we confide in each
about everything, sexual or otherwise. We have no hesitation or hang-ups talking
with each other about that time in our lives at all.
During one summer vacation when we shared a bedroom at a cottage my family
rented for the summer, my older sister Gayle introduced me to masturbation. My
introduction to masturbation happened when I unknowingly walked in on Gayle
while she was masturbating. She was 15 years old at the time and I was 12.
When I walked in on Gayle, she was sitting naked on her bed with pillows
propped up behind her back. Her legs were open with her index and middle finger
rubbing what I now know to be her clitoris. Her head was turned to the side and
she was softly moaning with her eyes closed. I stood there for nearly a full
minute looking at her and not knowing what she was doing before she realized I
was there.
Gayle had just taken a shower a few minutes earlier and went into the bedroom
where she apparently got the urge to masturbate. When she finally saw me she was
a little embarrassed at first, but she made no effort cover herself and quickly
relaxed. I asked her what she doing, inquiring whether she was hurt or
something. She smiled broadly and said "no not at all kiddo, quite the
opposite". I asked her what she meant. Gayle looked at me with wry smile and
asked me to lock the door and she would tell me all about it. We often took our
clothes when were alone in the house so when she asked me to take off my
clothes, I eagerly complied.
She went on to explain to me that she was masturbating. It was the first time I
had ever heard that word. She said she masturbates because it feels "so good".
She told me she first learned about masturbating at a slumber party with three
of her friends when she was 12 years old, just like me. They were playing strip
poker and decided that all three should strip so no one would feel bad. When
all three of them were naked they began comparing each other's bodies. One girl
told the other two that she liked to play with herself. She proceeded to show
them how. Gayle said, ever since that slumber party she masturbated solo on a
regular basis.
As we sat naked together I can remember, even at that age, how aroused I felt
being naked with my sister. Gayle told me being naked with me was making her
even more horny (another new word). She and I look a lot alike today, but with 3
years between us she was more physically developed. I was just growing out of
the pre-pubescence phase and into puberty. I had little sprouts of pubic hair
starting to grow around my vulva, and soft little titties forming on my chest.
She had me sit on the bed between her legs and lean back on her. I can still
remember the soft touch of her larger breasts pressed against my back. She said
she was going to show me how to masturbate and then I could do it on my own.
Gayle took my right in hers and guided my hand to my little pussey. She spread
my fingers apart so that my index finger and middle fingers straddled my labia.
She asked me if I could feel that my pussey lips were a little puffy, "that's
because you are horny and it will feel really good when you rub your clitoris
inside where it is wet". She then gently sunk her finger into my pussey and
rubbed my clit. The combination of the eroticism and her gentle touch on my
clitoris was beyond ecstasy. She kept rubbing my clitoris and brought my other
hand up to my little breast caressed and massaged one. Gayle left my hand on my
titty and repositioned me so she could reach around lick and suck my other
titty. She showed me that both my nipples and clitoris were hard.
Gayle taught me the basics to masturbate by myself. She replaced her hand with
mine and asked me if I could do it on my own when she realized I was already
managing quite well solo. We sat next to other and masturbated until we came. In
a little while I leaned over and put one her nipples in my mouth and gently
sucked on it until it became erect. I instinctively flicked it with my tongue,
and pulled on it with pursed lips. She was impressed that I knew how to do that.
I asked her if I could feel her pussey. She said please go ahead, but remember
what I told you. Within a few minutes I was making her moan. Gayle reached over
and started to masturbate me and then she stuck her tongue in my mouth and we
Frenched kissed, kissed the napes of each other's necks, felt each other's boobs
until we mutually brought each other to a simultaneous orgasmic climax. It was
sensational. The best afternoon I ever had.
We paired off often that summer to play with ourselves and each other. We got
great pleasure in exploring each other's bodies. I was the most curious because
Gayle was more developed and it was like seeing what I would look like in a few
years. Remembering back a couple of years, Gayle found it interesting that we
had such similar bodies.
She would have fun predicting what my boobs would look like. She said my bum
would be just as nice as her bum and she was right. She was a great confidence
builder. The favored activity between us by far was to masturbate in front of
each other, or just hugging each in the nude. Out of ignorance and naivety, we
never even thought of oral sex. It didn't matter we were more than satisfied. By
the end of the summer I was approaching my 13th birthday and had physically
matured to the point where I had a little patch of pubic hair and my little
titties were started to broaden into pubescence breasts. Gayle and I masturbated
everyday from that day on for the rest of the summer.
We masturbated together off and on over the next couple of years but it
eventually became more of an individual private thing. Once Gayle went away to
college it stopped completely. We are still very close today but the
masturbation days are well behind us.
I met my future husband, Dave, when I 17 years old. Two years later married him
and he's been my sexual partner to this day. I have never cheated on him and to
my knowledge nor has he cheated on me. He is a very good lover. Dave is well
endowed with an eight inch cock in which he knows how to use very well. We also
practice and enjoy oral sex. However, Dave works nights and as with any long
term relationship there are periods when our sex life could use a little
pizzazz. It is during those times that I go back to the craft I have honed so
well, masturbation. Dave knows I diddle every so often but he doesn't how often
or that I lock a vibrator deep in the bottom of my hope chest. I prefer to use
my hand, but the vibrator gives me the feeling of having penis inside me, so
every so often I take it out and make good use of it.
Rolling the clock forward to present day. Having four boys to raise wasn't easy
and I certainly had many moments to see them naked over the years, even after
puberty. They invariably run around looking for underwear with their balls
swinging around. They are all good boys and always respected my privacy and told
me they were proud to have such a pretty and athletic Mom. I don't know for sure
but I think my two older boys used to jerk off together. They often slept in the
tent out in the back yard in the summers. Dave and I just let it go figuring it
was a kid thing. Little did he know that Gayle and I couldn't agree more. They
both starting dating girls and the tent thing stopped.
However, I recently experienced something that really impacted my sexual
desires. It involves my third son Brian. Of the four boys he is the one that
takes after me. He is the masculine genetic heir of me. Same color eyes and skin
coloring and tone. He's a very good looking kid. The other boys are handsome
too, but they resemble their Dad's family.
One hot summer night when Dave and my youngest son were away on a golf trip, it
was just Brian and me in the house. I had got up from bed to let the dog in and
was heading back to bed when I noticed the door to Brian's bedroom was slightly
ajar. I went over to close it but when I looked in I was stunned to see my 17
year old son masturbating. I never anticipated a sight like that. It floored me,
but I was riveted and couldn't take my off him.
Brian was laying naked on his bed stroking his thick erect penis. His bed is set
against the wall. There's a window in the middle which conveniently let the
moonlight shine in providing me a good view of this beautifully sensual and
erotic scene. I was instantaneously and acutely sexually aroused.
My body quivered all over with titillating sexual excitement as my heart pounded
leaving me short of breath. My nipples got hard and my pussey ached as it
immediately became swollen and wet. Feeling the immediate urge to get naked I
let my night gown drop to the floor while I spied on my naked masturbating son.
Naturally I was compelled to join my son in mutual masturbation even though he
was unaware of my presence. Not surprising at all my pussey was dripping wet
already, and my clit was fully engorged and receptive to my touch. I got such
incredible erotic pleasure watching my son jerk himself off.
Brian's control was amazing. He steadily and slowly stroked his penis,
occasionally taking his hand off and strumming his finger tips along the shaft
causing his penis move up and down as he caressed it. When he did this I had an
unrestricted view of his perfectly straight and his whole 6 to 7 inch erect cock
bringing me to fever pitched excitement. I could barely contain myself from
letting out gasps as I had multiple intense orgasms during this naughty peeping
and masturbation session.
I've never seen a man masturbate before, let alone my own son. His pleasure was
palpable and transferred vicariously to me, adding to my own. Never in my
wildest sexual fantasies did I ever imagine myself as a voyeur. Yet here I was
standing naked in a dark hall of my house peaking through a bedroom door to
watch my naked son jerk off. Moreover, that I would be so extremely turned on by
it. I was wondering what he was fantasising about that had him at such a
heightened peak of sexual ecstasy. My fingers were literally dripping with my
juices as I fingered myself.
I don't how long he was jerking off before I came onto the scene but I continued
to watch Brian skilfully masturbate for another 10 minutes or so until he
climaxed in ejaculation. I knew when he was close to reaching orgasm because he
started stroking his cock a bit faster. He arched his back slightly as his cock
was now totally engorged and extended. The silhouette of the head of his cock in
the moonlight and hand moving up and down the shaft was magnificent. My first
voyeuristic experience culminated in secret simultaneous orgasms with my son. I
couldn't see the volume of cum he spurted, but I could hear the first explosion
of liquid. It looked like he let out about 5 squirts, then slowed his stroking
until he finally laid calm and obviously experiencing tremendous sexual
gratification.
At this point I picked up my night gown and caught my image in the wall mirror.
I quietly scurried my naked self back to my bedroom. As I laid in bed I felt a
fleeting pang of guilt for stealing a private intimate moment of sexual self-
gratification from my son. However, thoughts about seeing Brian masturbate and
the visual image of his stunning erection stamped in my memory bank quickly took
over and I became very aroused once again. I had not masturbated this much in
one night for quite some time. Nor had I ever had as many orgasms one right
after another. Each orgasm was very sharp, rhythmic, and intense.
This time I used my trusty vibrator and fanaticised it was Brian's beautiful
cock plunging in and out of me. I had two more powerful orgasms before I
finally succumbed to exhaustion and dozed off in blissful contented slumber for
the night.
I am an early riser. The next morning I woke up at 6 AM. I immediately began
thinking about Brian and the night before. Curiosity drove me to get up and take
another peak in his room. I was very much hoping to have a look at his erect
cock in the bright morning sun. Unfortunately, he had pulled a sheet over him
during the night. All I could see was his morning erection holding the sheet up
like a pup tent.
A little disappointed, I went back to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and looked in
the mirror. Then for the first time in a long time I stood nude in front of the
mirror and inspected every angle of my body. I was more than pleased and
reassured that at 43 years old I still looked very good in the buff. I also
still get a little turned on looking at myself nude.
That morning when Brian got up I treated him to a home cooked breakfast which he
thoroughly enjoyed. Of course he had no idea I had seen him masturbating last
night so there was no awkwardness. There was one thing I did differently that
morning, I wore a thin see-through night gown underneath a satin robe. I checked
to make sure he wouldn't be able to see through, but would cling to reveal
contour of my body. What I didn't anticipate or plan was that the sun shown into
the kitchen and every time I walked by my outline of every body curve was
exposed. I think he might have caught it once and was careful not to over do it.
After breakfast Brian went off to work at his summer job and I carried on doing
the normal everyday things. I decided during the day that I wasn't going seduce
him or try to aggressively entice him in any way. However, I would with
discretion take a look through his door at night to see if I could watch him
masturbate. The compulsion to watch was too great to resist. I also through
inspection of his door saw that it didn't stay closed which was just fine by me.
Making this plan possible on most nights was that Dave worked nights and Dave
Junior's room (my youngest son) was down stairs away from us.
I worked out his routine. He would go to bed at 10:00 and within a minute or two
he would start masturbating. This voracious appetite for masturbation I assume
is inherited from me. Of course I jilled while he jacked. After a few months of
sporadic voyeurism/masturbation, I started to get uncontrollable urges to
escalate this to test Brian's interest and willingness.
I devised a plan to first start by letting him "accidentally" see me naked and
see how he reacted. The first time he saw me I stood in front of the full length
mirror in my room brushing my hair with just my satin robe. As Brian came up the
stairs I made sure the robe was open with the lapels running over my nipples
showing most of each breast down to pubic bush and inner thighs. Once he reached
the top I pretended not to know he was there. In a few seconds or so I looked
over and he gasped "I'm sorry Mom". I just said, "No that's OK honey I should've
closed the door." I pulled my robe closed walked over and gave a peck on the
cheek and said good night. He focused on my nipples protruding underneath and
with tight hold I had on the robe as it clung to my hips and ass. I could see a
bulge in his sweatpants which told me he liked what he saw.
As I watched him masturbate that night he made it last a very long time stroking
and intermittent caressing show an extra hard erection. I was pretty sure I knew
what he was thinking. When he climaxed he was stroking faster than I can
remember him doing before and he let out a quiet grunt when he shot his load.
Since seeing my son masturbate I learned three things about myself. One, I am a
lot more horny than the average woman my age kinkier as well. 2) I get off on
voyeurism, which is probably true of most people if they are honest with
themselves. 3) I also am an exhibitionist that also turns me on.
On a hot muggy night a couple of nights after Brian saw me half naked in front
of the mirror, I came down stairs about quarter to 10:00, knowing Brian goes to
bed at 10:00. I purposely wore just a thin pink nightgown about mid-thigh length
without any underwear. I chose this nightgown because although it isn't see-
through, but thin enough that it allows light to pass through easily. It is
taken in just under my boobs allowing the underside of each breast to rest on
smooth fabric revealing their shape quite nicely. Also, since this aroused me,
my nipples were erect to add a bit more teasing to my plan.
I went in the kitchen just to tidy up a bit and made enough noise to let Brian
know I was there. I let the dog out and kept myself occupied until I heard him
shut off the television. I called to him to come into the kitchen. When he came
into the kitchen I proceeded to open the back door. I asked him if he would
please get the dog. As he came over he eyed me in my nightgown but tried to act
like he didn't notice. He's seen me in nightgowns before, but not like this one
and not since he saw what's underneath the other night. Once the door was open a
breeze blew in right on key; it made my nightie flutter a bit showing a little
flashes of the cheek of my ass and inner thigh. I said, "Oh that breeze feels
good". Brian acknowledged, by saying "it sure is hot, too bad there's no air-
conditioning in the house. I guess that's why you're dressed like that." This
caught me off guard, I just replied, "Yes it is hot sweetie."
He let the dog in. Gave it a pat and we both proceeded up stairs with me in
front. I could feel his eyes on me watching from behind. My nightie wasn't so
short that he could look up and see my pussy, but with the light on at the top
of the stairs I knew he getting a good view of my swollen lips and shapely ass
as the light shown through. When we got to the top I made some small talk. I
asked him what he was doing tomorrow. He said nothing because he had the day
off. He thought maybe he'd sleep late and then go to the beach with his friends.
While we were talking he grew bolder with his eyes. He'd look me in the eyes
then take long glances examining me up and down. I thoroughly enjoyed his
admiring eyes. Finally, I just asked what time he wanted breakfast in the
morning. We agreed 9:00 was good. He gave me a soft little peck on the lips,
smiled and said good night.
It was so hot that night neither one us closed our bedroom doors so that we
could get some cross-ventilation. I was feeling an urgent need to masturbate and
think about the latest events with Brian. I had a wonderful fulfilling jilling
session and fell asleep without covering myself. Sometime in the early morning
Brian got up to pee or something and happened to see me lying naked on my bed. I
am a light sleeper so I was instantly aware he was standing at my bedroom
doorway. I had rolled over in my sleep and was lying on my belly. My legs were
open, which meant he had a clear unobstructed view of my pussy and ass.
I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. He got braver stepping through
the door to get a closer look. He's never had a serious girlfriend so I think my
pussy is first real pussy he'd seen. I pretended to be waking up. As I did Brian
lost his nerve and hurried out the room as quietly as slipped in and hustled
back to his bedroom before I laid eyes on him. This made me smile to myself,
like peeping mother - like peeping son.
Part IV. We're Two Peas in a Pod
My sister Gayle and I arranged to meet for a girl's day out. I did my hair, make-
up, and dressed in a nice pair of shorts and a cleavage revealing halter top
blouse, and sandals. I was meeting up with my sister Gayle for some shopping in
the morning and then we planned to head over to Gayle's house in the town to
just sit and chat in the shade and drink some iced tea. Gayle is also my best
friend and closest confidant. I hide nothing from her or she from me.
I met Gayle met at the local mall coffee shop. She was wearing a nice low cut
summer blouse and long wrap around skirt that showed off her impressive ass.
She's about an inch taller than I am, but we look strikingly similar. Due to a
with a strong sister resemblance it is apparent to anyone that sees us together
that we are sisters. Her eyes are a bluer color, similar hair color, skin color,
and build. At 46 years old, she looks much younger, more like late thirties.
She's still beautiful and her body is firm and fit. She is also as smart as they
come so I have often sought her advice on personal issues, and she from me.
Gayle and I know how lucky we are to have inherited good looks and genes from
our parents. Our Dad is a big handsome Irishman (70 years old) who was and is so
proud of his girls and grandchildren. Our Mom is of French ancestry (68 years
old). We got our sharp features and smooth skin from her. Our parents are both
still very active retirees living the life of Rielly, travelling, golfing, and a
lot of various activities. Growing up before the dangers of sunburns were fully
understood our Mom instinctively worried about Gayle and I getting sunburned
when we were young because we have our Dad's Irish coloring. So fortunately as
we grew up we resisted the pressure to get the golden tan opting rather to
practice prevention against sunburns. Thus we have little skin damage to show
for it. Now that we are in out forties we couldn't be happier we did because we
are often mistaken to be much younger than our years.
We spent the morning window shopping for clothes etc. We had a nice leisurely
lunch and as planned went back to Gayle's house for some ice tea and "girlie"
talk. It had been a while since we last had a good long talk about nothing in
particular. Gayle and I sat out back on her patio enjoying the warm summer
sitting in lounge chairs under a canopy chatting away. We spent a little time
conversing about what each of our kids were doing these days. She and her
husband have two grown boys ages 23 and 21. The 21-year-old, like my oldest son,
he just graduated from college and moved to another city to start his career.
So, for the first time in her life she doesn't have kids at home.
As Gayle was talking I started to think about Brian and drifted off. Gayle
quickly noticed my obvious pre-occupation and asked me what was on my mind. I
hesitated a little, then she said, "Ok, I know something up now. Come on spill
the beans." So I became flushed in the face, I told her about everything that
happened with Brian. I told her in explicit detail about stumbling onto Brian
while he masturbated, the voyeurism, my fantasies about him during masturbation,
the exhibitionist teasing, and my strong urges to escalate this.
When I finally finished, she just looked at me with this amazed expression, and
said, "You are something else Kiddo". I pleaded, "Please don't make me feel
bad." She gave me another look and then said, "I won't. I care too much for you
to do that, but I will tell you I don't really approve. I think you are treading
in dangerous waters. It's one thing between siblings of relatively the same age
like we did, but mother and son incest, with a husband at home. Brian is so
young he needs to date girls and experience the opposite sex on his own terms. I
just don't know Nora." For the very first time the reality of my actions set in.
I got teary eyed and I had to fight off the potential of out right losing it
emotionally. I told her that she had a way of telling it like it is and putting
things in perspective.
Gayle then said, "The reason why I can say this Nora is because I went through a
similar phase with Steven (her youngest boy) and me. I already experienced the
temptations you described and did some soul searching." Now with my interest
peaked, I said, "Ok, time for you to spill the beans Gayle".
"Boys will be boys", is how Gayle started the next conversation. She believes
that all teenage boys hold their Moms up on a pedestal as someone who has only
maternal instincts. Sooner or later, particularly if the Mom is attractive, they
start to realize that Moms are real people and have sexual desires just like
anyone else.
In Gayle's case with her son Steven, the situation was reversed to Brian and me.
Steven saw Gayle naked and masturbating one night in bed. I interrupted her as
she was talking teasing her that she hadn't learned her lesson yet about getting
caught, (referring to when I walked in on her years ago) to which she laughed
and told me to shut up and let her finish her story. She went on to say it was
after midnight, her husband Jack was away on business, and she thought Steven
was asleep. She said she was well into a very enjoyable masturbation session,
oblivious to her surroundings, moaning away as she always did. When all of
sudden the hall light flicked on. It was her 16-year-old son Steven innocently
heading to the bathroom as he looked in and saw his naked mother with her hand
buried in her pussy, humping away.
She said he was aghast. She was humiliated, jumped up and immediately covered
herself with sheet. Steven said in an almost angry tone, "Why were you doing
that Mom, mothers aren't supposed to do stuff like that." She said retorted
right back, "I'm a person just like you and everybody masturbates. Now shut my
door! Go to bed or whatever you're doing, and leave me alone!"
Gayle said she was acting tough but she was actually feeling pretty stupid and
embarrassed. The next day she wasn't looking forward to seeing Steven, but when
she did he walked right up to her and said he was sorry and gave her a hug.
Steven is nice a kid and very liberal minded. He told his mother he shouldn't
have said what he did when he saw her last night because it was hypocritical of
him. She then glanced at him and said, "Excuse me?" "What Mom? I just mean I
masturbate all the time:" She cut him off and said "OK Steven, I get the
picture let's talk about something else". Steven smiled at her as he said, "
Sure thing Ma".
A few months later Gayle said she saw Steven masturbating while he was watching
television. He didn't see her because from her vantage point she could Steven
through the doorway from the chest down sitting reclined in the recliner chair,
but he could not see her. Like me seeing her son masturbate was an incredible
turn on. She said he has a big cock, at least 8 inches. She watched him stroke
his cock with perfection. She said he varied the speed of his stroking and
surmised he was keeping himself from coming to increase the duration of his
masturbation session. She watched him through to completion when he ejaculated a
massive load of cum all over his chest.
Nora
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