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Date: Thu, 05 Jan 2006 11:59:33 +0000
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A Boy's Lust by Tibvo The boy was a typical teenager. Though in his last year of
school, instead of worrying about what he would be doing next year in term of
going to college or going out to work ever since his hormones took over, most of
the time, all he could think about was sex. In the last year, he had found that
he was growing like a beanstalk and was rapidly approaching the six-foot mark.
Though still thin, he was starting to fill out but not just his body. His cock
had somehow turned from a small worm into a fat slug overnight. And that was
when it was soft. Fully erect, it stuck out like some curved pole. He was quite
proud that when he had a really big hard-on, his hand could just encompass its
circumference. He also managed to measure its length once and found it just came
over 11 inches. The kids at school took the mick but he didn't care. They
weren't the ones who were going to give a girl shagging of her life (once he had
found one to take his damn virginity). Lately he found that his sexual urges
were getting more and more powerful. Not only did he have to wank first thing in
the morning, he also started doing the same as soon as he got home from school
and, of course, before he went to sleep at night. Not only that but he found
that he was steadily taking longer to cum as his experience grew. More and more
often, he risked being late for school and it was only his mum banging on the
door to tell him to get up forced him out of bed, with an aching erection still
waiting to be satisfied. School had one major problem: it was an all boys'
school. No girls at all. Nor did he know any girls of his age. Yes, there were
women there but they were teachers. The chances of shagging one of them were
practically nil (though there were a few he could easily have a go at). As time
went on, he got more obsessed. He finally got to a point where he was sizing up
every female (girl or woman) he saw. No one was safe from his gaze. This
eventually included his mother. For the last few months, ever since his
birthday, the boy had started taking notice of her. She was a statuesque woman
who was in her early forties. Still reasonably attractive (though a little old
for his tastes), he knew that she was not having any sex since his father had
died 10 years ago and she had not been involved with anyone since. However, he
didn't become obsessed with her until that fateful day when he came home from
school early. He had just slipped into the house when he saw his mother, stark
naked apart from a towel wrapped around her head, coming out of the bathroom.
That was when he found out what a big woman his mother was. Well-fleshed than
fat. He watched how her big milky-white breasts swung heavily as she walked, her
large but shapely arse swaying back and forth. Suddenly, the boy found that he
had a pillar of granite inside his trousers like never before. Once in the
sanctity of his bedroom, he had to wank himself three times before his erection
died. After that every time the boy saw her, he instantly got an erection and
every time he masturbated, his mother was the woman he fantasised about. When
she was not looking, he would lustily gaze at her, noting how her big breasts
jutted against her dress or blouse. Since the weather was hot at the moment, she
would often have a few buttons of her top undone and sometimes he would be lucky
enough to get a flash of her heavily laden bra. For as long as he could
remember, him and his mother would spend a fortnight each year visiting his aunt
and uncle, the aunt being his mother's best friend since childhood. It was
boiling hot on the first day of their visit, so his mother decided to go
swimming at the local beach. The boy was only too happy to go with her, eager to
see more of her body. As they came out of the water, he could not help but
notice that his mother's wet swimming costume was clinging to her body. She wore
an old-fashion one-piece suit and the soaked cotton material was moulded against
her figure. He couldn't help but take in her big shapely breasts, the large
nipples perky like fingertips. Below, between her thighs, a very prominent and
bulging cunt mound was sculpted by the waterlogged costume, the very split of
her quim visible as the material was tight against her crotch as if drawn in by
suction. Immediately, images of his mother naked coming out of the bathroom that
day came back to him as the boy stared at the female goodies displayed by his
mother. To his embarrassment, he realised his mother had noticed him looking at
her and that he had a hard-on which he was trying to hide. She looked away,
clearly embarrassed herself. Nothing was said and that evening, his mother, his
aunt, his uncle and himself all went out for a meal. After they had got back to
the house, he decided to go straight to bed while the others stayed downstairs
for a nightcap (or two). In bed, the boy felt a twinge in his loins as he
remembered the incident on the beach. He had already shot off two loads of spunk
into the air and his cock was started to get sore. But he still felt horny. He
had been tossing and turning in bed for about half an hour and when a light tap
on his door and his mother peeped in. She wore a flowered dressing gown and her
reddish brown hair was unpinned to hang down over her shoulders. Immediately, he
felt his penis starting to stir back into life. Sitting beside him on the bed,
she asked what he was reading, how he was finding the holiday and other small
talk. Her scent filled his nostrils and sent his head spinning, such the
fairness of her face, sprinkled with attractive freckles, that her full soft
lips seemed red as cherries. He could also smell the drink on her breath and
seeing the slightly gazed look in her eyes, he realised that she was slightly
drunk. "Are you too old for your old mother to still kiss you goodnight?" she
asked. Well, she hadn't kissed him goodnight for several years and he eagerly
lifted his head up for her to kiss him, his cock now a huge thick pillar
throbbing painfully under the bed sheets. The boy couldn't stop himself, as his
mother went to kiss him on the cheek he found his mouth on hers. He was
surprised that she didn't pull away. Instead, the kiss lingered for a long
moment, her lips soft and sweet. When he heard his mother mutter "Oh!", still
making no attempt to move away from him, he found himself putting his arms
around her pushing his tongue to her lips and feeling her mouth slowly open, her
body trembling. Their kissing continued, getting more and more passionate. The
boy now on automatic, driven on by his huge throbbing hard-on, he slipped his
hand inside her dressing gown and cupped and squeezed one of her big heavy
breasts. "Oh, honey," she moaned and he saw her glance at the tent in his sheets
made by his rampant hard-on. Suddenly she pulled away from him. "Noooo! This is
wrong!" she cried out. "Mum?" the boy said, all bewildered. But his mother tore
herself away and fled from his bedroom. He never felt so horny, so frustrated.
Though still a virgin, he had kissed and fondled girls his own age, but his
mother's kisses and the feel of her body was the best he had ever known. Now she
had left him with a raging cockstand. It never felt so huge or hard. It was if
his cock was made out of granite. God! He wanted so much to fuck her, fuck her
so badly. Even in his lust-driven mind, a small voice told him that it was wrong
to do such a thing, that the chances were his mother would throw him out for
daring such a thing. He could lose everything and what if his uncle and aunt
heard? But he had wanted her for too long and his need to fuck his own mother
overpowered everything else. With his erection throbbing painfully, he got up
out of a bed and tiptoed along to her room. Not wishing to risk announcing
himself with a knock at the door, he went in to find her sitting before her
dressing table brushing her long hair. When she turned, her eyes were wide as
she glanced at the tent raising from his groin. Her large breasts tits jutted
out against her nightie. "What are you doing here? You should be in bed."
Ignoring what she was saying, the sex-crazed teen moved across the room to where
she was now standing. "No, you mustn't. It's not right!" she protested as he
took her in his arms. His body pressed into her yielding flesh and his
upstanding prick pressed hard against her plump cunt. "I'm your mother. Oh! This
is so wrong (umph) " She gasped as he forced his mouth onto hers. The boy could
feel her resolve weakening as he started rubbing his thick stiff shaft up and
down against her cunt mound, which pressed back then began to push back meeting
his thrusting. He guided her across the room and lowered her over the bed, her
legs dangling to the floor. "Let him see you, I want to see you naked," he said,
pleadingly, desperate to see her fully naked. As he pulled at her nightie, he
could feel that she actually raised her bottom and lifted her arms so that her
lovely body was quickly revealed. Before him her big heavy breasts hung down and
he buried his face between them, clasping each globe and sucking hard at the
nipples. She fell back so that her opened thighs were directly opposite his
face. The cunt hair on her mound was a ginger bust, curling about a parted slit
that pouted and showed the dew of aroused lubrication. The boy put his mouth to
it and sucked the lips, his tongue piercing the warm wet recess. His mother
raised her knees, gripping his head and pushing her cunt against his face,
muttering, murmuring and sighing, aroused beyond caring as the boy sucked and
chewed on her cunt lips. "(Oh God) this is so wrong," his mother moaned, "But
it's been so long. Oh do it, honey. I want it so much. Do it, do it. Fuck me!"
The boy felt a shiver as he realised that his mother was actually asking him to
have sex with her, and to use the word fuck. He'd never heard his mother even
say damn before. He went between her legs and groaned as he felt her grip his
stout shaft between thumb and forefinger, guiding it to her quim. The sensations
the boy felt as he slowly pushed his aching penis into his mother's vagina
almost blew his mind. He could feel the rippled walls of her wet sheath slide
tightly down his engorged erection as he slide inside. He couldn't believe it,
he was finally fucking. The boy's mother groaned as if in great pleasure and
moved her pelvis forward to receive his full length, feeling the knob enter her
womb. "(unnngh) Christ! You feel enormous!" she gasped, making her son tremble
even more. Finally he had penetrated her up to his balls, her cunt channel was
tight yet comfortable, moist and warm. "Oh Mum, " the boy moaned, "This feels so
good. I do love you. Tell me you love it up you." "(oooh) Oh my God! I do, you
naughty boy," his mother whispered back. "(oooooh) Oh it's so lovely, but
terrible what we are doing! We mustn't, we shouldn't." All the same, her legs
locked behind his knees and her buttocks lifted from the bed in great heaves.
"Oh Jesus Christ! It feels so good! Oh my baby, you feel so good. So big and
hard." Getting more turned on by the minute, the boy started returning his
mother's thrusts, first pulling halfway out of her hole before ramming his
entire erection back into her up to the hilt. "Oooh! I'm cumming, CUMMING! Push
harder, baby. Shove it right up!" Such was her frenzy, he felt she was going to
buck him off her but clasped tight by her hands and legs. Unable to hold back,
he thrust his thick erection into her up to the root and held himself there. He
listened to his mother groan as the mouth of her cunt stretch impossibly around
the base of the boy's huge shaft, and unable to hold back anymore, he started
squirted his potent baby-making sperm into her cunt, her womb again and again.
Finally, with both of them gasping, they both rolled apart. She pulled a sheet
across her nakedness as if ashamed to let him see her breasts and vagina. "Oh my
God! What have we done?" she said terrified, "You must leave at once! What if we
were heard?" With the lust gone, the boy realised what he had done. With a sob,
he ran out of her bedroom back to his own. In the darkness, the boy just lay
there in his bed. His mind was at war. A part of him was disgusted at what he
had done. He had raped his own mother. The other part enjoyed it. Not so much
the actual raping but the fact he had finally fucked someone. His own mother in
fact. Finally after what seemed like hours, exhaustion overcame him and he fell
asleep When he woke up the next morning, he remembered what happened the night
before. He could not believe what he had done. He had fucked and came inside his
own mother. The same mother who had looked after him all his life, especially
after his father had died. How could he have done it? Sure he had fantasised
about her but he was sure a lot of boys his age did that. Doing it in real-life
was something altogether different. At first he blamed his mother. She did come
into his room after all and allowed him to kiss and fondle her. But that was no
excuse. She was his mother and he should respect her, not lust after her.
Besides she had been drunk. He lay there in bed thinking what had happened last
night. He could not help but to picture her underneath him as he roughly fucked
her. The feeling of her cunt wrapped tightly around his cock. The more he
thought about it, the more aroused he became and the less guilty he felt. He
suddenly realised that more anything, he wanted to fuck her again, despite the
dangers, despite her protests. Trembling with lust, he pulled back the bed
covers, he quickly fished out his now aching erection and started to fondle it.
As his passions mounted, he started to stroke himself harder and harder,
reliving the moments when he was lustily fucking his parent. With a large groan,
he came, shooting large spurts of white cum into the air. As soon as he felt
sated, the guilt returned. Getting washed and dressed, he went downstairs for
breakfast and found his mother wasn't there. His aunt informed him his mother
was a little under the weather. It was obvious that his mother could not face
him after what he had done to her. Feeling ashamed, he decided to spend the
morning down at the beach. That afternoon, when his aunt and uncle were out for
a local race meeting in Blackpool, he tapped at her bedroom door. The guilt was
still there and he was also worried that he may have hurt her. "Who is it." A
voice said softly on the other side of the door. "It's me." The boy replied.
There was a pause and then she told him to come in. She was lying in bed, her
face wet with tears. On seeing him, she pulled herself up so that she was
sitting upright. Immediately the boy's gaze fell onto his mother's breasts as
they swelled out against the fabric of her nightdress. He groaned inwardly as he
felt his prick lurch within his pants. Tearing his eyes of her boobs, he sat
next to her on the bed. She looked at him. "I am so sorry." She said and then
she burst out crying again. His lust forgotten, the boy took her in his arms.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked. His mother suddenly stopped sniffling as she
said: "It was so wrong we did last night, what I allowed us to do." Hearing the
angst in her voice, the boy pulled her head to his chest, his remorse suddenly
overpowering his feelings of desire. "It's not your fault. It's was mine. I r-r-
raped you." He said. On hearing that, his mother pulled her head back and looked
straight up at him. "No! Don't ever say that!" she said with force, "You are
young and could not help yourself. I have forgotten how lusty boys I mean young
men your age can get." Then she added "BUT you never raped me." With a
surprising show of strength, she pulled the boy's head against her bosom.
"Please, sweetheart. Please don't ever think that. It was my fault! I should
have never have gone to your room." "But Mum, "protested the boy, "If I didn't
come to your bedroom after and" "No darling, "interrupted his mother, "You did
not rape me." She pulled his head tighter to her chest. "It is not if I put up
much of a fight." They said nothing for a few moments. The boy felt his mother's
large chest against his face. Images of her breasts naked appeared in his mind
and he felt his arousal starting to overpower his feelings of guilt. "Oh, Mum.
I-I-I know I shouldn't say this." And then he paused. His mother lifted his head
up. "Yes, honey." She said, looking into his face with concern. She had stopped
crying by now. He looked at her. Christ! She looked so good. So horny. So
fuckable. Taking a deep breath he said: "It did feel so good. I-I-I never
thought it would feel so good." Seeing his mother's mouth in surprise, he
quickly added "But if I hurt you in anyway" She looked at him for a few seconds
before replying. "Oh my God, No," she admitted, "You did not hurt me. Not at
all. In fact" she caught herself before she said anything further. His cock
sprung to a full erection as he realised that his mother almost admitted that
she had enjoyed last night. She had enjoyed their fuck. She then looked up at
him. "But it was so wrong what we did." "But it felt so good." The boy said
again. "But it was wrong. I am your mother and you are my son. We shouldn't do
things like that no matter how good it feels." She said. The boy's face was only
inches away from his mother's. He studied his mother's lips. Christ! He wanted
to kiss her. He had to kiss her. That thought caused his stone-hard erection to
throb even more painfully. "Mum? Can I kiss you." He blurted out. She looked at
him and then offered her cheek. "N-no." he stammered, "I want to kiss on the
lips." "What?", she said looking up at him in surprise. "Please? Just this
once." he pleaded. "No. It is not right." Though to the boy's ears, his mother
sounded hesitant. Ignoring her pleas, he gently kissed her mouth. She did not
kiss him back. He pulled away. "Honey. Don't" she gasped as he kissed her again.
"Honey.." a third kiss. "No." a fourth but this time he felt her return his
kiss. The fifth and her kiss was stronger. He had won. Groaning, he brought his
mouth firmly onto hers. His tongue snaking inside her mouth to duel with her
own. He heard her moan as he grabbed hold of one of her breasts through the
nightdress. Trembling with lust, the boy pulled away and started undoing his
trousers. "That's what you do to me." the boy said, showing his mother his large
throbbing erection, causing her to gasp, "Let me put it in again like last
night. Pllleeeassee! You know it's so nice." In anticipation, he pulled off his
shirt, noting how she kept staring at his stiff erection. This time, he had a
bit of a tussle to get off her nightdress. He wasn't about to have it any other
way and with kisses and pleas and endearments, he had her with the bedcovers
pulled back, laid before him in all her glorious nudity. How he fondled and
kissed her tits, inspected her cunt from close range, placing little kisses on
the parted lips and inserting his tongue tip to lick her clitoris. As he sucked
her clitoris, the boy pushed one then two fingers into her now wet cunt. By now
his mother was ardently responding to his caresses. Suddenly, she got up,
pushing the boy on to his back. Then quickly, almost desperately, she straddled
him, positioning the opening to her vagina above the purple head of his hugely
erect penis. In one swift movement, she impaled herself onto the prick of the
boy, causing them both to cry out. "Oh Christ! (gasp), you feel so good." She
moaned Comfortably mounted, she started sliding her wet cunt up and down his
huge hard shaft, moaning aloud, her full lips parted excitedly.
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