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Subject: Title story: "Billy Loves Boobs" Author: Incest Man 65468437
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Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2006 22:01:11 +0000
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Billy Loves Boobs It started really as soon as Billy could walk. Like most
children he followed his mother around constantly, unable to leave her side. But
unlike most children, Billy had an unreasoning attraction to his mother's
breasts. He couldn't get enough of them, constantly unbuttoning her shirt,
pawing her, trying to get his little hands and mouth on them. She knew it was
probably because she had breast fed him until he was three, but that was only
because he always cried until she gave him the breast. He didn't care where they
were when he wanted to touch them. Once in the grocery store when he was four,
he had unbuttoned the top half of her shirt before she realized it. From his
position in the little seat on the grocery cart, he had been able to reach her
shirt quite easily. Unfortunately, she didn't notice for a few seconds until
quite a few people began staring. That had been the last time she ever went
shopping without a bra. At night he would sometimes sneak into her bed to sleep.
Since his father worked overnights, she always let him. Only sometimes she would
wake up nights and find him trying to nurse from her tit. His little mouth
sucking for all it was worth from her enormous breasts. Sometimes his teeth
would scrape her nipple or actually bite them, and she would awake with a start.
Always she would pull him off, but sometimes he would cry so much that it was
just easier to let him keep sucking. One particular night after Billy had
crawled into bed with her and nodded off to sleep, his mother began to have the
most erotic dream. She was being ravaged by someone, she couldn't quite see his
face, but his body was powerful and hard. She could feel his hands on her face,
his lips on her neck trailing down to her breasts. Before she knew it, the man
had buried his face in her chest, his mouth, sucking, nuzzling and devouring her
heaving breasts. Suddenly a very powerful orgasm rocked her body and forced her
awake. Her movement startled Billy who was lying atop her body, his mouth
covering her nipple. She soothed him back to sleep, but when she tried to roll
him off her he set up such a fuss that she found it easier just to let him lie
there. While he drifted back into slumber, his mouth suckling even in sleep, his
mother's mind was reeling. She had just orgasmed while her son sucked her
breast. She couldn't get over it. What kind of pervert was she? She'd always
found her son's breast feeding slightly erotic and maybe a little stimulating
but somehow not in a sexual way. It sounded contradictive, but in her mind it
had always been something different. I mean she knew it was strange for an eight
year old boy to still want to breast feed, but he was still just a little boy so
she didn't worry too much about it. Although lately she had kept it from her
husband and told Billy to keep it to themsleves so that it was their little
secret. She stroked Billy's back while she had these thoughts, her hand
underneath his pajama shirt, rubbing his bare smooth skin. His body felt good on
top of hers, his solidness, something to cling to. As her thoughts became more
pensive, her hand began rubbing in wider circles, trailing from his neck down to
his pajama bottoms, occasionally slipping under the waist band. Finally, her
hands reached his tight little bottom, lightly brushing over it. After a few
minutes she felt something stir on her lower stomach. It felt hard and stubby,
jutting into her hip bone. She slipped her other hand between their two bodies.
Her hand slipped into Billy's pajama's to see what he had left in his pockets.
She had actually grasped it with her hand before she realized that it was his
penis she was holding and that it was rock hard. Her hand shot away from it as
if it were red hot. Her face flushed with shame. Oh god, she was giving her son
an erection! This is wrong, her brain told her. Sick, preverted! Maybe if she
stopped touching him, it would go away. The tactic seemed to work. Slowly his
little erection faded and she was even able to roll him off on to the bed where
he curled up and went fast asleep. As she rolled away from him she couldn't help
but notice how wet her pussy was, her juices fairly flowing. After that,
although the memory never faded, she began to be more stern with Billy, denying
him her breast unless he put up the strongest resistance. And when he was nine,
his father came off of the night shift and their nights in bed together ended.
Gradually, he seemed to become a normal little boy with no more then normal
interest in his mother. To her surprise she found that she missed the attention.
Four years later, when Billy was thirteen, his father left his mother for a just
turned eighteen year old girl. His mother was devestated. She moped around the
house never dressing, only wearing a beat up old bathrobe, her hair a tousled
mess cascading around her face. Billy was confused and hurt. First their were
his own feelings about his father's leaving, but mostly he felt the need to play
the man and comfort his mother in her moment of need. He tried to be helpfull
around the house, cleaning up the yard, picking up after himself, even doing his
own laundry. His mother barely seemed to notice. One night about a month after
the breakup, Billy couldn't take it anymore. He had heard his mother crying
herself to sleep every night for the past four weeks. He decided to do something
about it. He knocked on her bedroom door. "Mom," he said. "Are you okay." "I'm
fine, Billy," she said dully, her words coming out slightly slurred. "Mom, let
me in," Billy said. At first he thought she hadn't heard him. He was about to
turn away when the door to her bedroom creaked open. "What is it, honey?" she
asked him. It was dark in her room and all he could see was her silhouette. "Let
me in, Mom," he said. "I wanta talk." She shrugged, turning away. The still open
door his only invitation. He walked forcefully into the room. It smelled stale
and reeked of alcohol.
The first thing he did was turn the bedside lamp up gently. It's golden light
revealing the mess her room had become. The bed unmade, clothes laying in a
trail from the closet across the floor to the full length mirror, and empty
bottles of wine perched everywhere.
His mother sat slumped on the edge of the bed. Her hair falling around her face,
leaving it in shadow. A bottle of wine held weakly in one hand. The robe she
wore was wrinkled with wine stains on the sleeve. It was only tied loosely and
her long legs were revealed up to her thigh. At her throat, the robe v-d down
between her breasts which just showed from under the robe.
Billy averted his eyes from the sight. As usual, the thought of his mother's
breasts gave him a funny feeling. A warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach that went
all the way down below his waist. To take his mind off his Mom's breasts, he
began cleaning up. He opened the window to let some fresh air in and then began
gathering his Mom's clothes up into at least smaller piles. When he heard her
sniffle, he stopped, his heart going out to her. He moved to her and sat down on
the bed, putting his arm around her. She clung to him suddenly, dropping the
bottle of wine with a thunk. He heard it glug, glug it's contents onto the
floor. He wrapped both arms around her, pulling her face to his chest. She
clutched him, sobbing violently. Gradually, he realized she was talking
muttering under her breath. "How could he leave me for her? That little tramp!
Little bitch! What's wrong with me? Am I too old? I'm not old! I'm only thirty-
two. That's not old...." The rest was drowned out with gasps and sobs. He tried
to find something to say that would comfort her. "It's okay, Mom. You're not
old. You're pretty. Dad's crazy. You're better then she is." He seemed to have
found the right thing. She peeked her head up and looked him blearily in the
eyes. "Really?" she asked. "You think I'm pretty?" His heart melted as he looked
into her weepy blue eyes. It hit him that he'd never really lost his crush on
his mother. He nodded. "Gosh Mom. You're the best looking girl I know."
"Really?" she asked, her voice pleading. Billy found it hard to concentrate on
her voice, because his eyes kept slipping back down to her breasts which he
could now plainly see, her robe having fallen completely open. They were round
and full, still perky, their nipples pointing up round and pink. "Yeah, Mom," he
said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I think you're beautiful." His
eyes traveled up until he was looking into hers again. They were blurred and
unfocused. Somehow, and later he was never sure who had moved first, their
mouths were together. His lips, dry and hard, pressed tightly against hers, soft
and moist. Her breath smelled of wine. She ran her toungue around his lips,
wetting them and slowly they softened. A low moan escaped his throat when he
felt her toungue slip through his lips and touch his. She pulled back, leaving a
trail of saliva from his lip to hers. Her robe had slipped off her shoulders and
only the very bottom of her breasts were still covered. Her eyes had lit up to
become two sapphire flames. Her blonde hair cascading down her back as she leant
her head slightly. Billy couldn't believe it had happened, but he couldn't deny
it. He could still taste her mouth, feel her toungue. His erection was tight in
his pants, straining to come out. He bent foreward to kiss her again and she
pulled back. At least he thought she was pulling back, but instead he realized
that she had fallen back onto the pillow. Passed out cold. Shaken, Billy stood
up. He didn't understand what had just happened, but he knew he liked it.
Thoughts about morals and issues of home flitted through his young mind, but he
didn't pay attention to them. As he shifted where he stood, his foot kicked the
wine bottle and absently he picked it up. A small amount still filled the
bottom. He threw his head back and swallowed what was left. It burned his throat
going down, but warmed his stomach, giving him courage. He studied his Mom where
she lay. Her robe was now only held together by the knot at her waist. Her
breasts, completely uncovered, lolled slightly to the sides. Their nipples perky
and hard from the chill blowing in from the window. Between her legs he could
see her panties. They were pink and a few stray hairs stuck out from the sides
her pussy lips clearly outlined. His mouth began literally to water. The body he
had lived with and fantasized about and masturbated over was lying before him.
Crawling on to the bed, he knelt by her side. Using his left hand, he untied her
robe. It felt to either side revealing her still flat stomach. In fact the past
month of not eating had reduced her weight until Billy could faintly see her
ribs through her skin. He wanted to savor the moment. He wanted it to last. He
wanted it to be perfect and lovely, long and romantic, but he couldn't. The
breasts he had desired since the first time his mother had placed his mouth on
them the day he was born, were now laid out before him. Throwing all hesitation
to the wind, he leant down and kissed the nipple of the right breast. It
stiffened at his touch. He opened his mouth and began sucking. Soon the entire
nipple was in his mouth and he tried to stuff more of it in his mouth. His mind
went blank with the rapture. All he could think, feel, and taste was breast,
breast, and oh, heavenly breast. He used his hands to cup both breasts and bring
them together until he could almost but not quite get both nipples in his mouth
at the same time. Instead he tried to switch back and forth between the two of
them as fast as possible. Whipping the nipples with his toungue. His mother
barely stirred in her sleep. Her wine addled brain, miles away into oblivion.
His own desire began to get the better of him, his dick was like a rod of steel
in his pants. Standing up off the bed for a second, the movement shaking the bed
and making his mom's breasts jiggle delightfully, he slipped off his jeans and
underwear. Then, pulling off his shirt so that he was completely naked, he
crawled back onto the bed, only this time, lying on top of his mother, his body
pressed to her so that his mouth level with her breasts. Unbeknownst to him this
was the exact same position he used to assume when he was just a tiny boy and
would crawl into his mother's bed at night. He resumed his nuzzling of her
breasts, but knew that he was so excited, it wouldn't be long before he came.
Straddling, her he sat on her stomach, his knees on either side so that his
weight wouldn't crush her. His dick rested between her breasts. Her face was
peacefull, her eyes closed and her breathing deep and easy. She had no clue that
her son was about to rape her tits. He'd seen porno movies at friends houses and
he knew what he wanted to do. Spitting on his hand, he lubed up his penis as
best he could and then cupped his mother's breasts in his hands, wrapping them
blissfully around his raging hardon. He thought his heart would break for joy
when he felt the warm softness of his own mother's breasts wrapped around his
penis. Gently and oh, so slowly he began sliding his dick in and out of the
valley created by her tits. When all the way in, his dick almost flicked his
mom's chin, and when out his dick was barely touching her breasts. If it hadn't
been for his anxiety over what he was doing it would have over sooner. Touching
the person he most desired in the world on the part of their body he most
coveted with the part of his body that gave him the most pleasure should have
set him off in mere seconds, but in truth he lasted a minute and a half. For a
teen-age boy involved in sex, an eternity. On his last thrust he began
orgasming. His cum shot out of his dick with such force that it took his breath
away and he began gasping and moaning. His cum landed on his mother's face, neck
and breasts. Globs of it hung from her lips, mixed into her hair and most
joyfully for him, smeared across her tits. Sighing, he collapsed on the bed
beside her. His naked leg across her bare stomach. After a few seconds, he sat
back up and stared at his mom. She was coated with his cum. He noticed some on
her lips and gingerly he used his finger to slide it into her mouth.
Instinctively her mouth sucked it off his finger and swallowed it. The feel of
her toungue on his finger and sight of his mother eating his cum started to make
him hard again and he began scooping up as much cum as he could and shoveled it
into her mouth. She sucked down all of it. Moaning in her sleep between
fingerfulls. By the time she had swallowed all of his cum, his dick was hard
again. Excited by what he had felt on his fingers, he wondered what it would
feel like on his dick. Straddling her again, only this time higher up so that
his dick was bouncing on her chin, he pressed the head of his dick to her mouth.
Just the feel of her lips on it, sent shivers through him. Leaning foreward he
slipped the tip into her mouth. Her teeth scraped along its sides as her mouth
was forced open and her lips widened obscenely as he sank it further. Her
nostrils flared as they opened to take in breath. Billy was in heaven. Nothing
in his limited experience in life had ever felt so good. The moist heat, the
curve of her toungue squirming sent so many shivers through him that he could
barely stand it. Only the previous orgasm prevented him from shooting off
immediately. It was all he could do to hold it back as he began to slide his
dick into her mouth so far that his balls nestled on her chin, the tip scraping
the back of her throat and then pulling it back out again until only the tip
rested just within her mouth. When he pulled out, the breath from her nostrils
sent chills across his moistened penis. This time he lasted only a minute. Quite
unexpectedly he began spurting. His hot cum scalding her mouth. Her sleeping
mind swallowing reflexively to stop herself from choking.
Billy kept his dick buried to the hilt until it had shrunk back to it's dormant
state and she had sucked and slurped all the cum off his dick. When he pulled
himself out of her mouth, quite reluctantly, he stretched out next to her. Her
mouth opened and closed reflexively and her eyes twitched, but other then that
she never stirred, only rolled over and rested her head on his chest. Billy
wrapped his arms around her and snuggled down deep into the bed. His last act
before falling asleep, was to pull the blankets up over both of them. He felt
grown up and defenitely the man of the house. From now on, he thought she'll
never miss dad again. He owed his mother alot, after tonight even more. Tomorrow
he would satisfy her and pay her back for everything she had done for him. His
sex sweetened mind never gave a thought to how she might react to the knowledge
that her son had raped her tits and mouth. Instead he drifted off to sleep with
dreams of things to come.
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