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A LESSON FOR MY SON
Looking at my son, as he stepped out of the bathroom wearing a towel, turned
me on. I had thought for the longest time that my secret was horrible, that
there was something wrong with me. I bought several magazines, wherein
people wrote letters that dealt with the same issue I had going on in my
life.
I was up late one night, fantasizing about my son, James. I was reading a
really hot letter written by a mother who had actually had sex with her son.
Just the tone of the letter was really turning me on, and scenes of the tale
told in the little magazine invaded my sleep, which was full of dreams of a
young man, licking, sucking, and fondling his mother.
When I awoke the next morning, I heard James in the shower. I went into the
kitchen to start a pot of coffee and breakfast. I carried the little digest
magazine with me, and after the coffee brewed, I sat at the table and
re-read the letter. I thumbed through the magazine again, looking for other
articles about sex between aunts and nephews, mothers and sons, grandmothers
and grandsons --- any older female relative with a younger male relative. I
found another one, written from the point of view of a son. I read it
eagerly, and when I heard the bathroom door open and close, I went and
jumped in the shower. James was in his room getting dressed.
I took the shower mainly just to relieve my tensions by playing with myself.
There were others like me, and their stories were so erotically intense, I
couldn't even finish the one written by the nephew. I had to masturbate.
I turned off the shower, after making all kinds of noises when I came, a
resounding orgasm that didn't stop with one. It just continued and
continued.
I dried myself and threw on a short bath robe. I went back in the kitchen.
James was sitting at the table, engrossed in the magazine, reading the story
written by the son. He looked up when he heard me, and his face reddened. He
closed the magazine and pushed it away from him quickly, as if not wanting
me to know that he had been reading it.
"Ready for breakfast?" I asked, eyeing the magazine on the table.
He nodded. "Just coffee and toast would be nice." His voice sounded like a
far away mumble, and he cleared his throat, at the same time squirming in
his chair.
The story had obviously made him excited. I decided that the only thing to
do was open the subject. As I turned to pour a cup of coffee for James, I
said, "I see you've been reading my magazine."
He answered too quickly. "Just thumbing through it, I'm sorry, I didn't know
it was yours." That was a silly statement. There was no one else in the
house except the two of us.
I shrugged. "No problem. You can finish the story you were reading."
I turned to him and put the coffee on the table, standing very close to him.
"You would think," he said, trying to sound nonchalant, "that if a person
had that kind of fantasy, they would let the other person know about it,
rather than writing about it."
I smiled, glad for the opportunity to talk about it. "How would you let them
know? You can't just walk up to your nephew or aunt or mother or son, and
say, 'Hey, let's fuck!'"
He didn't look at my face. He looked at my robe. "You could do it this way,"
he said. He reached up and, with shaking hands, undid the tie to my robe. It
fell open, revealing my pubic bush and the cleavage of my tits. Carefully,
he pulled it open wider, then slipped it off my shoulders.
He leaned toward me and stuck his tongue in my navel. Then, he moved his
lips up and down my belly, slowly, moving farther down each time, closer to
my hot pussy. The feeling of his lips against my skin thrilled me, sending
feelings through me I hadn't felt in a long time. Then, just before he
reached my hairy bush, he moved his lips back up to my navel.
"Oh, my god," I whispered. He stuck out his tongue and moved it slowly up to
my breasts, licking, moving in circles. His tongue touched one of my nipples
as he moved one hand around to my buttocks, and the other to my crotch. He
gently moved his fingers up one of my pussy lips and down the other, at the
same time sucking on one of my nipples.
"You smell nice," he said. "You smell like a warm, moist spring morning,
like flowers or something."
I didn't know what to make of that, other than the fact that it was a
compliment that I thought I would never hear. It was a real turn-on, hearing
my son say that. He was waxing truly poetic as his mouth and hands moved
over my body.
I pulled away from him, holding on to his hand, forcing him to stand up.
With shaking hands, I reached out and pulled his T-shirt above his head,
then reached down and unsnapped his pants. I pulled them down. He was
wearing briefs, and I could see the hard bulge of his cock stretching the
elastic band. With one quick motion, I pulled the shorts down to his ankles.
His cock shot up in the air, a purple-headed, fat cock about six inches
long. His balls were peppered with light brown hair. There was a fine line
of light brown hair from his navel down to his little thicket of fine, brown
pubic hair. His fat cock stuck upright above it, throbbing, pointing at my
face.
Surprisingly, he took the initiative. He reached out and turned me around
gently, and then, by gently pushing on my shoulders, bent me over the table.
He reached around and massaged my nipples with his thumbs and fingers as I
felt his hard dick press into my pussy from behind. He pressed harder and
harder, and I felt his hard dick slide all the way into me. He was moaning
and breathing hard, saying things like, "All this time, I've wanted this so
bad."
He pulled out of me, then pushed back in again. He began to thrust, and just
the thought of his hard cock buried in me made me cum. I was shaking all
over, and came again. I could feel his throbbing cock begin to jerk, and to
my surprise, he didn't cum inside me. He pulled out of me and stuck his cock
between my ass cheeks, rubbing it up and down the valley between my
buttocks. Then, I felt his dick jerk again, and I felt his hot cum shoot
onto my back. Loads of the hot cum shot all over my back and my ass as he
groaned, "Mom, you're the greatest!"
He put his cock back in my wet pussy, and I came again, shuddering and
shouting his name.
Then, he reached down and pulled me upright, and his cock slipped out of me,
still hard, still throbbing.
"That's how the guys do it in the porno flicks I've seen," he said.
"There are other ways," I said.
During that spring and summer, we tried them all.--- Christine R., Phoenix,
AZ
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> A LESSON FOR MY SON Looking at my son, as he stepped out of the bathroom
> wearing
> a towel, turned me on. I had thought for the longest time that my secret
> was
> horrible, that there was something wrong with me. I bought several
> magazines,
> wherein people wrote letters that dealt with the same issue I had going on
> in my
> life. I was up late one night, fantasizing about my son, James. I was
> reading a
> really hot letter written by a mother who had actually had sex with her
> son.
> Just the tone of the letter was really turning me on, and scenes of the
> tale
> told in the little magazine invaded my sleep, which was full of dreams of
> a
> young man, licking, sucking, and fondling his mother. When I awoke the
> next
> morning, I heard James in the shower. I went into the kitchen to start a
> pot of
> coffee and breakfast. I carried the little digest magazine with me, and
> after
> the coffee brewed, I sat at the table and re-read the letter. I thumbed
> through
> the magazine again, looking for other articles about sex between aunts and
> nephews, mothers and sons, grandmothers and grandsons --- any older female
> relative with a younger male relative. I found another one, written from
> the
> point of view of a son. I read it eagerly, and when I heard the bathroom
> door
> open and close, I went and jumped in the shower. James was in his room
> getting
> dressed. I took the shower mainly just to relieve my tensions by playing
> with
> myself. There were others like me, and their stories were so erotically
> intense,
> I couldn't even finish the one written by the nephew. I had to masturbate.
> I
> turned off the shower, after making all kinds of noises when I came, a
> resounding orgasm that didn't stop with one. It just continued and
> continued. I
> dried myself and threw on a short bath robe. I went back in the kitchen.
> James
> was sitting at the table, engrossed in the magazine, reading the story
> written
> by the son. He looked up when he heard me, and his face reddened. He
> closed the
> magazine and pushed it away from him quickly, as if not wanting me to know
> that
> he had been reading it. "Ready for breakfast?" I asked, eyeing the
> magazine on
> the table. He nodded. "Just coffee and toast would be nice." His voice
> sounded
> like a far away mumble, and he cleared his throat, at the same time
> squirming in
> his chair. The story had obviously made him excited. I decided that the
> only
> thing to do was open the subject. As I turned to pour a cup of coffee for
> James,
> I said, "I see you've been reading my magazine." He answered too quickly.
> "Just
> thumbing through it, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was yours." That was a
> ...
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