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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 Part 2 continued
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