Path: not-for-mail
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.babies
Subject: i n c e s t story: "MOM AND THE BEACH AND ME" 54731
From: rabinofben@yahoo.com
Date: Sun, 01 Jul 2007 06:12:41 +0000
Lines: 147
Message-ID: <468745d9$0$14764$ec3e2dad@news.usenetmonster.com>
Organization: Usenet Monster - http://www.usenetmonster.com
NNTP-Posting-Host: 049f2841.news.usenetmonster.com
X-Trace: DXC=ZGdEKX4e>dLl20O;kd_VmGm>XX`Id5knH`IohDjb_78LG4:WebXfDgAPnof3i2Y7iMDWUb`GVAlSNaONNdPIjL<LA^YUOj0WC>Go]dSHKFjm0@5dG@3HoI>kK[O:Qd`6^\ZH
X-Complaints-To: killthespammer@usenetmonster.com
===================
Full collection of
histories =================> www.incesttoday.com
MOM AND THE BEACH AND ME
My mother suddenly got the strange idea that it
would be a good day to go to the beach. My father
had a golfing date with his buddies, and my sister
had plans to run off with her boyfriend somewhere
for the day. I kind of felt sorry for my mother.
She had thought that today the family would
somehow spend the day together on a picnic at the
beach.
She looked over at me and said, "Well, Johnny, do
you want to go? Or, do you have fantastic plans
away from home, too?"
"Sure," I said, "let's go."
Actually, it seemed that Mom just wanted a reason
to drive her new car somewhere, that's all, I
figured. It was a nice car, and she really didn't
need a reason to drive it anywhere in particular.
Just taking a ride in it sounded like a neat idea.
She got in and opened the door for me. I plopped
myself down in the passenger seat and buckled my
seat belt. In shifting gears, several times, she
kept her hand on the gear shift, her hand coming
in contact with my leg.
The feeling of a beautiful woman touching one's
leg has an effect, even if it is one's own mother.
It did on me, anyway. It gave me a hard on.
Mom seemed to notice it right away. She kept
glancing over at me, and then looked at her hand
as it brushed against my leg.
"I did that?" she asked, glancing at my crotch.
I smiled. "Did what?"
She grimaced and kept driving. She moved her hand
to my leg, her fingers walking down my thighs
toward my crotch. I stared at her fingers with
wide eyes as they moved to my crotch and pressed
against my hard cock.
"Did that," she said. "Yep, my touching you made
you hard. Right?"
I nodded. "What you're doing isn't helping much."
Her voice was a little choked as she said, "I
thought you would like that."
"I do," I said.
She moved her hand intermittently to my crotch all
the way to the beach. I didn't know what to expect
or what to think. I knew that I really liked the
feel of her hand in my lap, though, with it
pressing against my hard cock the way it was
doing.
The beach wasn't very crowded. She pulled into the
parking lot and stopped the car. She was flushed
and breathing hard. I knew that I was, too.
She looked around. "Come with me," she said.
Mom got out and locked her door, and I did the
same. We walked toward some dressing rooms. She
looked around briefly, then opened the door and
pulled me inside, locking the door behind her.
"Get those clothes off," she said as she pulled
her top off. I watched in amazement as she reached
behind her and undid her bra, which she let fall
to the floor.
An hour ago, if someone had ever asked me if I
wanted to have sex with my mother, I would have
said no, that it would be impossible. It's amazing
how fast things changed.
I virtually tore my clothes off as Mom took hers
off. I reached up and cupped her big tits in my
hand, rubbing my thumbs across her erect nipples.
She pressed her body close to mine, and I could
feel her hairy, wet pussy press against my cock.
She fell to her knees, running her tongue down my
chest and then down my stomach, flicking it out,
licking as she went. She came to my cock as it
poked her in the cheeks. She looked up at me and
smiled as I watched in wide-eyed fascination.
"Lovely cock," she whispered. She turned her head
sideways, and with her mouth open wide, plunged it
on my throbbing dick. She took it all the way into
her mouth. I could feel her tongue moving around
on the base of it, close to my balls.
My knees shook, and I was going to cum, way too
fast for me. I had never been so thrilled or
turned on sexually before in my life. I thrust my
hips forward, and grabbing the back of her head,
gyrated in and out of her mouth, fucking her
mouth. I shot my load as my dick jerked again and
again deep inside her mouth.
She swallowed, and drops of my hot cum came
running out of her mouth, down her chin.
I pulled out of her mouth. "Sorry, Mom," I said.
"I couldn't control myself. I know I came too
soon."
She smiled at me with her mouth full of cum. "Just
fuck me, you're still hard."
She found a strange position. She leaned over and
held onto the wall in the changing room, and
spread her ass cheeks and legs. I could see her
hairy pussy lips hanging beneath her ass hole. I
stepped behind her and inserted my cock into her
wet, hot cunt. I thrust in easily, and I could
feel my balls slapping against her pubic hair as I
thrust into her from behind. I began to pump in
and out of her with a regular rhythm, and she
started moaning and groaning.
"Big, fat cock," she moaned. "Fuck me with that
monster dick of yours, Johnny," she moaned.
Her talking like that made me speed up. Soon, the
wall was shaking from my thrusts and her holding
onto the wall, and I was afraid we might knock the
little shed over into the sand.
She screamed as her body jerked with orgasm after
orgasm. I thrust into her, grabbing her ass,
pumping it toward me. I shot my load again, this
time deep in her cunt. I continued thrusting, then
slammed into her cunt one final time as she came
again.
Slowly, I pulled out of her, and there was nothing
but silence.
She straightened and turned and looked at me. She
smiled again. "I wonder how many people heard us
fucking?"
I shrugged. I opened the door a crack. There were
a few people standing around, close to the shed.
They were talking and smiling, whispering among
themselves. We dressed quickly and made our way to
her car amid glances and a few big smiles.
Driving home, she turned and looked at me briefly.
"Would you like to go on a picnic next Saturday?"
"You fucking bet I do," I said.
--- John H., Jacksonville, FL
WANT MORE STORIES? Go to==> www.incesttoday.com