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A Boy's Lust
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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