Path: not-for-mail
Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest.stories
Subject: Title story: "Mom's Boy" Author: Incest Man 65457395
From: Family Man <familyincest@graffiti.net>
Lines: 327
Message-ID: <8AQAf.222255$gj3.195760@fe02.news.easynews.com>
X-Complaints-To: abuse@easynews.com
Organization: EasyNews, UseNet made Easy!
X-Complaints-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly.
Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2006 18:57:08 +0000
===================
http://www.incesttabooo.com/
Mom's Boy Brad was not too different from most 16-year-old boys who spend a
great deal of time thinking mostly about girls, their lovely bodies, and ways
they might seduce them. Brad was a virgin. He went to great lengths, trying all
sorts of gimmicks, in his efforts to see girls (or women) dressing or
undressing. He got his best idea from a magazine. The morning of July 1st he
manufactured a periscope using a two four foot long mailing tubes spliced end to
end. Utilizung two small mirrors,the scope was about 7 feet long and turned out
to be perfect for its intended use. When he heard his mom's shower running he
went to his window and extended the periscope so that the far end was at his
mom's bedroom window. He didn't have long to wait. Betty came out of the shower
nude and walked to the full length mirror to examine herself.
Immediately, Brad had a raging hard on. He, too, was naked. He began stroking
his lurching cock a he watched her. Several times he was forced to hold very
still to keep from coming. Betty came over to her bed and sat down facing him,
raising first one leg and then the other to put on her panty hose. Her triangle
of pubic hair jumped out like a target, and her pussy lips opened like the
delicate pink petals of a rose. This was too much for Brad who pumped furiously
and spurted cum all over the wall. ---------------------------------------
It was July 5th, a few weeks before Betty's 35th birthday. Her daughter, Betsy,
now 14, had flown off with her daddy to visit his parents while he took care of
business there in New York. They planned to be gone at least three weeks,
leaving Betty and her son, Brad, alone. As she wheeled the Chrysler out of
airport parking and started the long drive home, she began thinking of last
friday night when she had unexpectedly witnessed Brad's unsuccessful attempt to
seduce his latest sweetheart. She hadn't intended to sneak around and spy on
them when picking up Brad after a dance. She had parked a half block away, and
realizing she was early, decided to take a short walk in the cool night air. As
she strolled through the peaceful night time scenery of the adjacent park, she
had heard them arguing heatedly nearby. At first she didn't recognize Brad. A
young man, cock in hand, was pleading with a girl to "let him put it in." But
the girl kept repeating, "No, no, no!" Then Betty recognized Amy Johnson and
Brad sitting on a bench making out. In the bright moonlight she could plainly
see Brad's erect penis as he repeadedly tried to fuck Amy. But Amy was having
none of it. "Little prick teaser," Betty muttered to herself. Just then she
heard Amy saying, "My folks are due here right now to pick me up. I've got to
go." And with that she straightened her wet panties and ran back to the dance,
leaving Brad unfucked and hurting. Betty hadn't been shocked, but rather felt
sorry for Brad as she watched him stroke his cock ever faster until suddenly his
head wrenched up, his face twisted in a grimace, and white spurts of cum sailed
out onto the grass. He milked his surging prick a time or two, and then zipped
it back into his pants. Betty's face flushed in the darkness as she realized her
pussy had suddenly gotten wet. She carressed her private parts for a moment,
turned and hurried back to the car, and was barely seated when Brad appeared and
climbed in beside her. They made small talk on the way home, but Betty could see
he was in agony, probably getting hard again. He kept looking at her legs,
exposed to the max because her short skirt had slid up almost to her crotch.
Suddenly, she knew what she was going to do. The next evening when Betty arrived
home from the airport and was sure that the doors were locked and secure for the
night, she went into the family room where her son was watching television and
said, "Brad, your father and Betsy will be gone for a long time, so I'm
depending on you now. I'm a little lonely and would appreciate it if you would
come to my room and visit with me while I get ready for bed." Brad nodded and
followed her into the bedroom. Betty motioned to a chair in a corner of the room
and Brad shuffled over and resignedly sat down. He figured that he was about to
get another lecture on what a young man his age should be doing. No way could he
concentrate on that while remembering the feel of his finger in Amy's pussy.
Damn that Amy. All he could think about was pussy. His balls ached and his cock
lurched in his pants. "Brad," Betty said, "I know how hard, uh, I mean difficult
it is for a guy your age to have good relationships with girls, and it's even
harder for you to know anything about girls. So for the the time your father is
gone I'm going talk to you about girls and women and how they think, to help
you. I'm still an attractive woman, I can tell that by the way guys look at me,
and I'm going to be your teacher. Since your father hasn't told you much, I
should have done this long before now. I don't want you to feel the least bit
rejected if a girl says "no." You just stay where you are while I get ready for
bed. If you have any questions at any time, just ask." She glanced at Brad to
make sure he was watching. He was. "Sure, mom, he mumbled, "if I think of a
question I'll ask." Betty's finest feature was her eyes,looking out above her
delicate, nose and curvaceous body. There was a natural softness in her walk and
movements. Most men - including her son - couldn't help lusting when they saw
her with her fine shape and suppleness promising heavenly sexual fulfillment.
She studied her lovely breasts and slim hips, seeing herself the way she knew
Brad was seeing her. She was only a month away from being thirty-five, and the
only lines on her face were around her eyes, so she was pleased with her
appearance.
"Brad, honey," she continued, "it's perfectly natural to have thoughts about,
uh, to want to have sex. Don't be fooled, girls want it too, Actually, they long
for it. You know what I mean?" "Sure, mom, he mumbled, and suddenly looked up at
her as the import of what she had said sunk in. "Uh, I guess I understand. What
did you say?" She repeated and added, "Honey, we feel best about ourselves when
we accept ourselves. You want to have sex with a girl. So do umpteen million
other guys. If you only knew, I mean sex is about all your father thinks about.
I kid him a lot about his brains being in his penis. He accepts that - that he
loves sex. Who doesn't?" Betty could feel the effects of what she was saying
between her legs. She was getting hot just talking about it! She looked at Brad
in the mirror and said, "All great thinkers know that you don't think your
thoughts, but that your thoughts think through you. Does that make sense" Look,
if you look at me, your mom, and your penis gets hard, well the thinkers know
that you are no more responsible for thinking you'd like to lay me than you are
for breathing. Nature proclaims, uh, says in your mind, pretty woman, get hard.
It's what you do with your thoughts that counts. Does that make sense? Did it
ever occur to you that I might have a thought about making it with you? Brad's
cock was fully aroused now. The truth was that he had indeed been devouring his
mom's body with his eyes and was indeed jealous of pop who had free access to
her feminine charms, but he never dreamed she might be attracted to him, might
want to do it with him. True, he had sneaked around and masturbated while
watching her dress, and once she had walked in on him when he was massaging his
cock. She had only smiled and said, "Oh, wow! That's a very attractive thing you
have in hand." And she had just turned and left him. He shifted uncomfortably,
trying to make room in his pants for the growing size of his penis. What he
didn't know was that mom had watched him from hiding and masturbated herself as
he jacked off. "Brad, we must accept each other. I don't think the less of you
just because you think of nothing but pussy. Would it surprise you to know that
a good many of my thoughts are of a hard cock? I want you to know the truth
about humankind. I want to teach you what you need to know about sex. I don't
want you learning from some scatter-brained chick who knows nothing about what's
needed in sexual encounters." She was glad she had worn high heels and a short
skirt. She let the skirt drop, watching Brad in the mirror. Then she unbuttoned
her blouse, pulled it off and quickly shed her bra. Her breasts were still tight
and pointed, one of her best features. By this time Brad's face was flaming red,
and she noted with satisfaction the bulge in his crotch. Now she was standing
there with nothing on but panties and heels, unashamedly desplaying her body to
her teenage son who was trying desperatly to conceal his hard on. Carefully, she
stripped off her panties and stood looking at herself in the full length mirror,
turning slowly so he could see the full length of her nakedness, in heels only.
All of this time she kept up a running talk trying to reassure him. "Brad,
honey, do you think I'm pretty? Am I as desireable as Amy?" Brad nodded in the
affirmative, unable to speak coherently and trying hard not to shoot off in his
pants. "Honey," she said as she walked over to him, "there's nothing to be
ashamed of, we shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies or of sex either. Sex is
natural and a part of all of us, something we all do. Do you like me this way?
Come on, stand up here with me." She took his arms and pulled him to a standing
position and began unbuttoning his shirt, and once that was off unzipped his
pants and dropped them, and then his shorts. His cock jumped out hard and
straight, and Betty took it in her hands. "Oh, yours is as good and big as your
father's. Ummm, isn't that nice. I guess we'd better take care of it first or
we'll never get any talking done." She took a couple of steps back and lowered
herself onto the bed, pulling him over on top of her. Her hand guided his
throbbing cock into her steaming, wet vagina. At that point he took over,
thrusting hard and fast. "Oh, god, yes, yes, yes," Betty moaned, and then she
felt his premature spurts into her body. Realizing his embarrassment, she
whispered, "Nevermind darling, we have all night to do it again and again." She
heard his sobbing, but he said nothing. She held him tightly to her breast and
reassured him, "Son, you're a good fucker." After a few minutes she stood up and
walked into the bathroom still in heels. She could see him watching her ass move
up and down in the mirror. Determined not to conceal anything from him, or to
keep any kind of secrets, she took a towel and walked back so he could watch her
blot up his cum now dribling out of her cunt. She was standing only a foot or
two from his head, and she paused before toweling herself so he could see her
swollen pussy lips and the fresh fucked hole with cum running slowly out of it.
"Brad," she breathed, "have you ever seen a woman's cunt before?" "No," he
managed a hoarse croak, "No, I never have." She stepped closer. "Touch it if you
want to." He stood up and moved against her, placing his hand over her sex,
feeling of it with his fingers. Here, she sensed he was on more familiar ground.
No, he had never seen a woman's cunt, but she could tell hers was not the first
he had carressed. He knew what he was doing now, and she was excited to feel his
cock hardening again against her, ready now for serious sexual congress. She
felt a finger slide up into her moist pussy making her gasp at the electric feel
of it. Her ass began to move and she pushed against his hand. Together they went
to the floor and she was on her back with him inside her spread thighs. This
time he put just the tip of his jerking cock into her and tried not to push all
the way in, but she lifted her hips to force him deeper inside of her. Betty
could not prevent a deep throaty growl like a tigress as she took the length of
him and moaned, "Ahhh, oh, oh, god, yes, yes, aauugh..OH, OH, YEEESSS!" After
she had orgasmed at least three times she began to think of him. She had waited
for, this moment to surprise him with one of her greatest skills, the ability of
her cunt to contract at will to grasp and firmly squeeze his cock. 14 years of
Kegel exercises to strengthen her cunt muscles were now paying off. He gasped
and moaned and she forced him to stop thrusting while she massaged his cock with
her love muscles. Suddenly he went beserk and started pumpimg frantically.
Fireworks shattered her brain and she became a fucking machine, forgetting who
it was she was fucking. An eternity later, Brad cried out and collapsed on her
as his release came with hers. By midnight they were exhausted and rolled over
to rest. Betty ran her hands through his hair, kissing him lightly here and
there, and whispered, "You know, Brad, I'm not your woman. I belong to your
father and you're going to have to get your own woman. Sure, I'll belong to you
for three weeks while you learn what it's like to have one, what a female body
is like and while you learn that women love sex every bit as much as men do,
girls love it, too, as much as boys, although most of them are afraid to go for
it. Yes, for three weeks I'm your Woman." She heard the soft sound of his
snoring and smiling, quietly rolled out of bed to wash up a bit. She carefully
examined her nude image in the mirror. Not bad, she decided. Sex was like pain,
she thought. If you were without it for a time, you forgot how all-powerful it
was. She could see raw sex in the mirror now, its imprint on her mouth, which
was swollen on her skin, which was inflamed and hot where his hands had touched
and grasped. She ached with the pleasure of being fucked by him her thighs were
wet she smelled of sex, leaked sex, and she could still feel the little
aftershocks of sex, the residual tremors of sexual delight that came to her as
she remembered how he had done first this, and then that or this, their first
time together. Her son! The musky, pungent aroma of raw sex hung heavy in the
air, easily recognizable. It made her hot. This, then, was what she was. A young
woman overpowered by sex and sexuality. She carressed her pulsating cunt,
recalling as much as she could of the past few hours. These memories proved her
lust. For all her denial, all her past vows, she had still ended up in a
situation she had never envisaged, and would have sworn was beyond the bounds of
possibility. She had made the choice, and to compound her own complicity, her
sexual pleasure had been intense with Brad. No, not just intense, but the best
by far she'd ever had. Why deny it? Her legs trembled as she opened the bathroom
door to return to him. Light flooded over him for a moment, and she saw him
naked on his back. His cock was turgid, semi-hard. "My god," she gasped, "He's
nearly ready again!" She hurried to their bed. She wanted to take his strong
tool into her mouth, to lick and love it, it would be so good for her. She
watched his cock, strong even in his sleep as he dreamed, of what? Of fucking
his mother? Guilt swept over her. But, wait, this was a common thing. If not,
why the ever so common expression, "mother fucker?" She considered how - or when
and if - she should introduce him to cunnilingus and fellatio and of the ecstasy
of oral sex and its promise of super orgasms. Behind her thoughts was the wish
for him to feel this mysterious ecstasy she had enjoyedso many times. But he
might be put off by the thought of putting his mouth down there. On the other
hand, most grown men she knew would pay dearly for the opportunity. For one
thing, it was something you could do quickly with a stranger, a quickie as two
souls passed in the hustle bustle of life. She pictured Brad's head between her
legs, and then, mysteriously, an entire ensemble of loosely connected images
slowly played through her mind. Christmas morning, Brad walking down the hall
naked. New Year. Coming in at 1 a.m. and finding Brad asleep nude on the couch,
cock turgid (and big). How many times? She counted at least twenty times she had
seen him naked the past few months. Who is seducing who here? Maybe he's more
clever than she'd thought! Was it possible he was already maneuvering her into
allowing cunnilingus? The touch of his lips down there could force her to forget
her hesitation. Like the fairy tale frog who turns into a prince when kissed by
the princess, the unlovely cunt/clit/pussy becomes less ugly when kissed by the
prince. The boy - or man - who does this for her would certainly find a place in
her heart. She knew then he wouldn't care about the lack of beauty between her
legs if his hungry mouth descended and touched. What an animal he is! How
intelligent he is, and smart exposing himself over and over and always
pretending it accidental. How desirous he made her feel, wanting sex with her so
much. Now she knew he could bring her to orgasm no matter what he did. She
remembered the honey-tongued boy years ago who had first gotten her past "No!"
He sweet-talked her beyond self loathing into allowing him to tongue her
clitoris into orgasm. Betty had never forgotten his mouth and flicking tongue,
the feel of the grass on her bare back, and to this day he and the essence of
forbidden sex filled her fantasies. She pulled her knees up and began to play
with her clit and G-spot, dreaming of sucking his glorious cock. And orgasmed
once more. ------------------------------------- The next morning she arose at
first light, showered and went in to fix their breakfast. Her pussy was slightly
sore, but still tingling with the aftershocks of pure, unashamed and unbridled
sex. Little tremors continued to come from her pussy, up through her belly to
her heart. She shuddered, tossed her hair and whispered to herself, "My god, oh,
my god." Another shuddering tremor. She heard him in the shower a few minutes
later, but never in a million years would have thought what happened next
possible. He came into the kitchen naked with a hard on. Speechless, she looked
in amazement. Then she realized he was staking out his claim to her, telling her
that she was his woman now.. Softly, she asked, "Hadn't we better eat first?" He
did not reply, but walked straight to her, took her hand and placed it around
his cock, and said, "And let this big one get away?" And like his father had
done dozens of times befoe him, he pushed her ass against the breakfast table
and fucked her with authority then and there. "Ooooh, oh, Brad, yes, yes. Oh,
oh, ooooohhh, aagghh, oh, yes. yes ,yes!" When he was finished with her he sat
down naked and waited for her to serve him. Flustered now, she dropped a fork
onto the floor and then spilled juice all over the cabinet. Smiling at her
obvious flustration, he said, "You know, I dreamed about us last night. We were
married and lived in a house just like this one." She answered, "Yes, I dreamed
about you last night. A good dream." "You know," he said, "I don't feel toward
you now as if you were my mother." She smiled. "And I don't feel toward you as
if you were my son, and all of those mixed up feelings you have, I have also."
Neither spoke as they ate their eggs and toast, until she looked at him and
said, "I never thought I'd cheat on your father by taking a lover. Not that what
we've done is cheating. God knows I"m just trying to get you started out right
with girls, sex and things like that. But now I'm worried. I won't lie to you.
I've had, uh, I've let quite a few men fuck me, uh. or I've fucked them, but
I've never loved any of them just loved sex with them. Sex is precious, it's
what I live for. None of the men were lovers. But something terrible is
happening now. Something has changed I'm falling in love with the one fellow I
can't have as my lover. My son. You, darling" He licked his lips and said, "Yes,
I know. I don't want to hurt my father by fucking his wife every day, but I
don't see how I can keep from it." They talked for a long time, as though
catching up on a lifetime of happenings just as though they had never met
before. At one point Brad said, "Since pop and sis are gone and we're alone, why
don't we just not wear clothes when we're in the house?" Taken by surprise,
Betty started to nix that idea in a hurry, but something stopped her. For him,
this was a honeymoon. Yes, that was it. He thought of this as a honeymoon!
"Darling," she said, "I suppose we can if you want to, but we'll have to keep
robes, housecoats or some bit of clothing scattered around the house in case of
unexpected visitors." After a while she said she wanted to share something that
happened to her last summer when she was home alone, "I had just finished my
shower one evening and it felt so exciting being naked that I just stayed that
way. I was waltzing around feeling frisky, just dancing into the front room,
when I suddenly realized the front door was open. Worse a man was standing
there. Without saying a word he opened the door and came in, walked straight to
me - I was franticaly trying to cover myself - grabbed one of my legs and put my
foot on the couch, and slid his cock up into me. I won't deny it was exciting,
it was, and once I realized he wasn't going to hurt me, I responded. I enjoyed
having this unexpected visitor fuck me. In fact, had any man walked in and asked
I probably would have agreed to screw him. That's what walking around nude does
to you. Yes, I've never had sex with anybody that I didn't think was great."
Brad was strangely subdued. "Gee, mom," he said, "I thought you and pop were,
you know, were just the two of you." Betty said, "Oh, honey, there is just the
two of us. We love each other. As far as our marraige goes, we tell each other
everthing that happens. If I have sex with somebody else, love isn't involved.
And when I describe to your father what happens when I get fucked by some other
guy he goes bananas and wants to screw me right then, no matter where we are."
Brad interuppted her, "Are you going to tell pop, describe everything we do
together, all of the sex and things we've done?" He sounded worried. She
hesitated a long moment before answering in a very low, husky voice, "Oh, honey,
this is something different. I don't think your father would be able to handle
this, he wouldn't understand." She bent over and kissed him. "Darling," she said
in a husky voice, "We're still searching. What we have together now hasn't
really been decided. Sex is not love. Copulating can be fun, exciting, and the
best feeling ever to happen to a human, but sex alone isn't love.. Even with
your father it isn't always love, although love gives us complete trust. With
us, I'm afraid , and we're really in uncharted territory, but for now, let's us
just go back to me teaching you what I've learned about sex. Did you know
there's hundred's of different positions a man and a woman can get in to fuck?
Do you know the places on a woman's body you can touch and make her cum before
you fuck her? I'll teach you how to get any woman.
-------------------------------- TWO YEARS LATER As she had done most nights for
the past two years, Betty left her marraige bed as soon as she heard Jigg's
steady, deep breathing. Being very quiet, she slipped down to Brad's bedroom
who, of course, was impatiently waiting as always. He immediately felt between
her legs as he always did, and as was usually the case, her cunt was gaping
open, hot and slick, with her juices mingled with pop's cum. "Damn, mom," he
groaned, "Why do I always get seconds? Why do I always have to settle for a
fresh fucked woman?" She kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth, exciting
him, and then pulled back and whispered, "I no longer give him the best. I
always save that for you, darling. Come on, don't be difficult. You know I have
little choice." He pushed her to the floor to her hands and knees. "If you're
going to be a bitch in heat," he growled, "then I'm going to fuck you like a
dog." And he plunged his big prick into her from behind, dog fashion. She
couldn't completely stifle her scream, and as Brad socked it to her she began
growling like a dog and making little yapping sounds. Excited by this, Brad
rammed his cock in harder and harder, faster and faster, until Betty really got
loud. She screamed again and cried out, "Oh, fuck me, fuuuck meeee" The bedroom
light suddenly came on. Betsy was standing there staring in open mouthed
amazement as her mom's naked body contractd in the throes of orgasm.
Would you like to know what happened next?
End
Real INCEST : http://www.incesttabooo.com/