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Subject: Title story: "Bobby's Mother" Author: Incest Man 55046163
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Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2005 07:15:34 +0000
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Bobby's Mother
"Incest is Best!"
That's the chant that I heard as a taunt as boys when we teased about sex. Most
of them had only had sex with their hands and pillows and what ever else boys
jack off with. We would sit in a group in some distant place, whispering our
fears more than our knowledge. Finally someone would mention Bobby's sister. She
had big tits and wore tight skirts and was fifteen. That's when we would taunt
him with 'Incest is Best'.
Later, each of us would find our secret place; the bathroom, bed or closet and
jack off thinking about Bobby's sister and wishing we were him. We knew just how
we would fuck her.
Bobby's sister was fucked a million times by us in our minds. We don't know if
Bobby fucked her in his mind or for real. He always brushed our comments aside
but there was something about his lack of conviction that made me wonder.
Then on hot summer day, I went by Bobby's house to see if he wanted to ride
bikes down to the river. I knocked on the screen door at the kitchen and nothing
happened. I could hear the roar of the big old box fan that his mother sat in
the window to pull air in. I knocked again. Just the fan.
I turned to leave when I heard the funny sound deep inside the old house. I
listened and I heard it again. It was like a gurgle. All kinds of strange and
horrible images flashed through my boy's mind. Afraid to go in and afraid to
leave I knocked again. Nothing. Then the gurgling sound.
I eased the screen door open and stepped inside. On the forth step into the
kitchen, the floor creaked and I froze. I could just see some mad killer
bursting into the room and slashing me to bits. The sound came again and this
time lasted longer. Visions of heroics flashed into my adolescent mind as I
envisioned rescuing Bobby and his family from the wrath of a psycho killer.
A little braver, I crept into the hall and edged down the dark cavern. The
roar of the fan was louder. At the edge of a door, I hung suspended. The sound
was there again and I could hear the creak of bed springs. For what seemed
like years I edged toward the door. Inch by inch I moved my left eye to the
edge of the door. I don't think I made a noise but inside my mind I heard this
loud gasp.
On the bed were two naked, sweating people. Bobby's mother lay on her back, her
large breasts rolling in waves with the motion of the bed. The dark nipples were
pointing toward the ceiling. Her red fingernails clutched at the round ass that
worked between her skewed thighs. Her eyes were clamped shut and she gurgled and
rasped each time the hips between her thighs slammed against her. The body on
top of her worked back and forth and the bed springs creaked with each thrust.
Here was my first unmasked, naked exposure to passion. I was entranced until
I looked again. The sounds and smells of sex flooded my senses as I watched
the hard shaft of a cock piston in and out of the drooling cunt. The body on
the end of that cock was Bobby! He was lost in the throes of passion, fucking
his mother!
Just then, the woman began to jerk and bounce, lifting Bobby totally off the
bed. Her mouth gaped open and she moaned and gasped. Her fingers clutched at
Bobby's plunging ass cheeks.
"Give it to Mamma!" she rasped. "Fuck me hard, Baby!"
Between their mouth and body noises and the rattle and creak of the old bed, I
probably could have screamed and they would never have heard it. I didn't I was
frozen. Wide eyed I stared a the final jerks and thrusts and watched them
collapse into a wheezing, sweating heap.
The hard-on in my jeans raked across the door facing as I finally tore myself
away from the scene. Blood was pounding in my head and in my dick. I crept back
to the screen door and slipped out.
A strange mixture of emotions haunted me for several days. I was in possession
of a secret that was too large for my years. I tired to act the same around
Bobby but I wasn't having much luck. Finally, one afternoon, while sitting in
the bathroom, the picture of those two sweating bodies came back and my dick was
instantly hard. I remembered the smells and sounds and before I could think
about it, my hand found my cock and I was shooting a load that seemed to last
forever. As the last few ripples of pleasure coursed through me I remembered the
violence on the bed as they had done the same.
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