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Subject: Title story: "The Garage" Author: Incestor 62735775
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Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 07:00:09 +0000
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The Garage Kevin seemed to have been disappearing quite a bit lately, doing
things in the garage on a daily basis. He was out of school, and I knew that it
was hot in the garage in summer. I wondered why he didn't spend more time around
the pool like the rest of us. One day, I decided to investigate. I waited until
he had been in the garage for about ten minutes, then I carefully opened the
door from the kitchen. The garage light was on, and surprisingly, it wasn't
extremely hot, just a little warm. I couldn't see Kevin anywhere. I heard a
muffled noise from behind a row of shelves that my husband had installed a few
years ago, and carefully crept over to the end of the shelves. Kevin didn't see
me, and obviously hadn't heard me open the door. He had no idea that I was
there. His back was to me, but I knew that he was masturbating. I could see the
rhythmic movements tightening his back muscles as he sat, facing the garage
door. His shorts were pulled down to his ankles, and his knees were drawn up.
The sight shocked me at first, but strangely it excited me also. I couldn't see
exactly what he was doing, but I knew he was jacking off. I felt a stirring in
my crotch. Something that I hadn't felt since my husband Jack had left us for
another woman almost two year before. I felt disgusted with myself, I was
getting turned on watching my son jacking off, something that I knew teenagers
did. I knew it was normal, and that what I was feeling wasn't. I just stood
there, wondering whether to go upstairs and finger myself to a mind-blowing
orgasm, or finger myself as I watched my son's muscular back tighten and relax
and his arm moved slowly up and down his cock. I wanted a better look, a good,
close-up look at his cock. I knew that it was wrong but the sight of my handsome
teenage son in the throws of passion made my mind numb, and my body so aroused
that I couldn't help myself. He was only 18 and couldn't help what his hormones
were doing to him. I had turned 43 not three days ago and should have been able
to control mine. I reached inside my pants and found the elastic band to my
undies. I reached into and rubbed my fingers over my bush, shivering at the
luscious feeling of sinful pleasure, then I parted my cunt lips with my fingers,
imagining my son's erect cock thrusting in between them. I moaned involuntarily,
and Kevin suddenly whirled around toward me, a look of terror on his face. "Mom!
What? ... What are you...?" He was facing half toward me I could see his hairy
balls nestled between his legs. They were two large orbs surrounded by a fleshy
sac speckled with dark brown hair. The skin was stretched over the orbs. The
warmth in the room must have made them hang low between his legs, I thought. I
guess the sudden interruption and the sight of me standing there like that
shocked him. He froze for fully thirty seconds, staring at the twitching
movement of my hand in my pants. I knew that I should stop this perverted
display of my lust that my son would never again be able to think of me as
before. Then I gasped as he reached down and touched the purplish head of his
dick. I couldn't see it very clearly, but it was glistening from pre-come that
his manipulation had coated it with. He looked into my eyes as he swirled it
around the head of his dick. Then he put his fingers around his cock and began
to stroke it. I couldn't stand the sight of him doing that, it was making my so
hot I thought that I might faint. I began to really finger myself, I pulled my
pants all the way down to my ankles and inserted one finger into my cunt and
began to really finger myself hard, another moan of pleasure escaped my lips.
"Kevin," was all I said. He turned fully toward me and stood up, his shorts
around his ankles. His hard cock stuck straight out at me, framed by a mass of
pubic hair. He stood open-mouthed, staring at me, at my fingers that I kept
rubbing myself with even though I knew it was so very very wrong. "Take them all
the way off," he said, his voice husky. I stared at his fat cock, which was
sticking straight up at me and throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
I kicked off my loafers and then stepped out of my shorts and panties, then took
off my halter-top. My clothes now a pile at my feet, standing in front of my
naked son, staring at his throbbing cock that was pointing up at me and seeing
the look on his face, I was so excited and so very frightened. "God, Mom, you're
beautiful," he said. His voice was soft, and the look in his eyes was gentle,
but filled with lust. "Uh, you're pretty handsome, yourself...I..." I stopped
masturbating as a rush of guilt submerged my arousal. He shrugged. "I don't
care, Mom." He took off his shirt and stepped out of his pants and shorts. He
looked at me. "Suck me," he said. I was shocked, crushed. My son shouldn't have
said that to me, it was something that I had caused by my lewd display. But to
my shame I wanted to.
I took a few steps toward him and knelt between his legs. His cock was right in
front of my face. His big balls hung low, and I reached up and cupped them in my
hands, running my fingers over the velvety soft skin. I put my tongue right at
that place where his cock met his balls, in those little folds of skin left
wrinkled by the cock pulling the skin upward. "Hey, lick my balls Mom, that's
great, wow," he gasped. Shamefully I ran my tongue across one veined, hairy part
of his sac, feeling the moving, egg-shaped orb beneath my tongue. Then, I did
the same to the other half of his fuzzy nuts. I licked his thigh, then moved
back to his hairy balls. He was moaning, telling me how good it felt. The salty
taste and the feel of his balls in my mouth were too much for me. I reached down
and began fingering my clitoris as I continued to suck off my son.
I looked up at him as I licked his balls as I did it. He was looking down at my
face as my tongue repeatedly darted out, tasting the skin around his cock. "Oh,
God, Mom, what a sight!" Kevin said.
I moved my tongue up, licking the shaft as I went, feeling those big purple
veins on the tip of my tongue. I licked all the way to the big, throbbing purple
head, and just opened my mouth wide and took him in as far as I could. When it
reached the back of my throat, I swallowed hungrily, tasting his dick. It was
just like when I'd done it to my husband Jack, he felt and tasted just like
Jack. I wrapped my hand around the base of his teenaged cock and stroked upward
gently. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his hips forward, choking me
with his purple-headed monster. (Just like Jack used to do.) I plunged one
finger into my cunt, and I shivered all over as I came. The dirty image of my
own son fucking my mouth in the dirty garage just put me over the top and I
convulsed as I had the most intense orgasm I can ever remember having in my
life. My son groaned, pushing his cock even further into my throat. I felt the
first jet of come down my throat. Then spurt after spurt filling my mouth. I
swallowed most of it, but some of my son's come ran out of my mouth and down my
chin. I looked up at my son, my face full of come. Finally, he pulled his still-
throbbing cock out of my mouth. I still knelt in front of him. He reached down
and pulled me up to stand beside him. I was breathing hard, and I could feel his
hot gasping breath on my cheek as he turned toward me.
"Wow, Mom, that was something else!" he said. He reached over and touched my
cheek, turning my face toward his. He looked down at my tits, and with one hand,
reached over and gently stroked my hard nipples. I nodded. "We've got to try
that some more," I said weakly. "Is that OK with you?" He frowned, and then
smiled in his joking way. "OK," he said. "You talked me into it." After that, I
always helped Kevin with things he had to do in the garage.
T H E E N D
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