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NORA Part 1
REAL-LIVE INCEST STORIES
By Nora
My name is Nora. I'm a 43 year old happily married woman. I've been
married to the same man for 22 years. We live in the suburbs.
Together we have four lovely boys, ages 21, 19, 17, 13. My two oldest
boys don't live at home any more. My oldest son just graduated from
college and got a good job about 50 miles away, and my second son
lives in the town where he currently goes to college.
In there spirit of this forum I'll get right to the point. I want to
share some sexual experiences with you including, masturbation, and
incest. I don't often get to tell many people about my experiences.
I hope you enjoy reading about them.
I am an athletically built small woman with a pretty face and sharp
features. In my bare feet I stand 5 feet 3 inches tall. My
measurements are 34-26-36. I have light brown hair and have it
colored it with blonde highlights My eyes are blue-green, and I weigh
about 120 pounds.
My breast size is C-cup, and they are still very perky. My areolae
are pink and wide. When my nipples become aroused the areolae shrink
in diameter to form hard erect nipples 3/4 inches long and 1/2 inch
thick. I have a thin waist accenting my hips. I've been told on more
than a few occasions that I have a "very nice ass". At my lower back,
I have a dimple on either side of my tailbone that progresses into a
plum shaped bum.
I have smooth skin and good tone. Good genes provide me with toned
but feminine arms, legs, and torso. I'm not a hairy person at all.
I've never needed to shave my thighs luckily, and I have my shins
waxed 2 to 3 times a year. My pubic hair is light brown in color.
The patch is a thinly cropped small triangle of fine hair spreading
down to the outer labia.
I am a very sexually active heterosexual monogamous woman. People
find that fact odd in today's society, but you don't have to be
promiscuous to have a lot of sex. My husband is the first and only
man with whom I have had sexual intercourse. Thus, you guessed it,
masturbation and fantasises are a big part of my sexuality. There are
some other twists that I will elaborate on below.
I started masturbating at the young age of 11 years of age. However,
my first sexual partner was my sister Gayle. We enjoyed a brief
sister to sister incestuous relationship when we very young. We are
happy that it happened and credit that experience to helping us
develop sexual identities. We are very close as adult siblings and so
are our respective families. Even though Gayle and I grew out of it,
we refer to that time fondly. Today, we confide in each about
everything, sexual or otherwise. We have no hesitation or hang-ups
talking with each other about that time in our lives at all.
During one summer vacation when we shared a bedroom at a cottage my
family rented for the summer, my older sister Gayle introduced me to
masturbation. My introduction to masturbation happened when I
unknowingly walked in on Gayle while she was masturbating. She was 15
years old at the time and I was 12.
When I walked in on Gayle, she was sitting naked on her bed with
pillows propped up behind her back. Her legs were open with her index
and middle finger rubbing what I now know to be her clitoris. Her
head was turned to the side and she was softly moaning with her eyes
closed. I stood there for nearly a full minute looking at her and not
knowing what she was doing before she realized I was there.
Gayle had just taken a shower a few minutes earlier and went into the
bedroom where she apparently got the urge to masturbate. When she
finally saw me she was a little embarrassed at first, but she made no
effort cover herself and quickly relaxed. I asked her what she doing,
inquiring whether she was hurt or something. She smiled broadly and
said "no not at all kiddo, quite the opposite". I asked her what she
meant. Gayle looked at me with wry smile and asked me to lock the
door and she would tell me all about it. We often took our clothes
when were alone in the house so when she asked me to take off my
clothes, I eagerly complied.
She went on to explain to me that she was masturbating. It was the
first time I had ever heard that word. She said she masturbates
because it feels "so good". She told me she first learned about
masturbating at a slumber party with three of her friends when she was
12 years old, just like me. They were playing strip poker and decided
that all three should strip so no one would feel bad. When all three
of them were naked they began comparing each other's bodies. One girl
told the other two that she liked to play with herself. She proceeded
to show them how. Gayle said, ever since that slumber party she
masturbated solo on a regular basis.
As we sat naked together I can remember, even at that age, how aroused
I felt being naked with my sister. Gayle told me being naked with me
was making her even more horny (another new word). She and I look a
lot alike today, but with 3 years between us she was more physically
developed. I was just growing out of the pre-pubescence phase and
into puberty. I had little sprouts of pubic hair starting to grow
around my vulva, and soft little titties forming on my chest.
She had me sit on the bed between her legs and lean back on her. I
can still remember the soft touch of her larger breasts pressed
against my back. She said she was going to show me how to masturbate
and then I could do it on my own. Gayle took my right in hers and
guided my hand to my little pussey. She spread my fingers apart so
that my index finger and middle fingers straddled my labia. She asked
me if I could feel that my pussey lips were a little puffy, "that's
because you are horny and it will feel really good when you rub your
clitoris inside where it is wet". She then gently sunk her finger
into my pussey and rubbed my clit. The combination of the eroticism
and her gentle touch on my clitoris was beyond ecstasy. She kept
rubbing my clitoris and brought my other hand up to my little breast
caressed and massaged one. Gayle left my hand on my titty and
repositioned me so she could reach around lick and suck my other
titty. She showed me that both my nipples and clitoris were hard.
Gayle taught me the basics to masturbate by myself. She replaced her
hand with mine and asked me if I could do it on my own when she
realized I was already managing quite well solo. We sat next to other
and masturbated until we came. In a little while I leaned over and
put one her nipples in my mouth and gently sucked on it until it
became erect. I instinctively flicked it with my tongue, and pulled
on it with pursed lips. She was impressed that I knew how to do that.
I asked her if I could feel her pussey. She said please go ahead, but
remember what I told you. Within a few minutes I was making her moan.
Gayle reached over and started to masturbate me and then she stuck her
tongue in my mouth and we Frenched kissed, kissed the napes of each
other's necks, felt each other's boobs until we mutually brought each
other to a simultaneous orgasmic climax. It was sensational. The
best afternoon I ever had.
We paired off often that summer to play with ourselves and each other.
We got great pleasure in exploring each other's bodies. I was the
most curious because Gayle was more developed and it was like seeing
what I would look like in a few years. Remembering back a couple of
years, Gayle found it interesting that we had such similar bodies.
She would have fun predicting what my boobs would look like. She said
my bum would be just as nice as her bum and she was right. She was a
great confidence builder. The favored activity between us by far was
to masturbate in front of each other, or just hugging each in the
nude. Out of ignorance and naivety, we never even thought of oral
sex. It didn't matter we were more than satisfied. By the end of the
summer I was approaching my 13th birthday and had physically matured
to the point where I had a little patch of pubic hair and my little
titties were started to broaden into pubescence breasts. Gayle and I
masturbated everyday from that day on for the rest of the summer.
We masturbated together off and on over the next couple of years but
it eventually became more of an individual private thing. Once Gayle
went away to college it stopped completely. We are still very close
today but the masturbation days are well behind us.
I met my future husband, Dave, when I 17 years old. Two years later
married him and he's been my sexual partner to this day. I have never
cheated on him and to my knowledge nor has he cheated on me. He is a
very good lover. Dave is well endowed with an eight inch cock in
which he knows how to use very well. We also practice and enjoy oral
sex. However, Dave works nights and as with any long term
relationship there are periods when our sex life could use a little
pizzazz. It is during those times that I go back to the craft I have
honed so well, masturbation. Dave knows I diddle every so often but
he doesn't how often or that I lock a vibrator deep in the bottom of
my hope chest. I prefer to use my hand, but the vibrator gives me the
feeling of having penis inside me, so every so often I take it out and
make good use of it.
Rolling the clock forward to present day. Having four boys to raise
wasn't easy and I certainly had many moments to see them naked over
the years, even after puberty. They invariably run around looking for
underwear with their balls swinging around. They are all good boys
and always respected my privacy and told me they were proud to have
such a pretty and athletic Mom. I don't know for sure but I think my
two older boys used to jerk off together. They often slept in the
tent out in the back yard in the summers. Dave and I just let it go
figuring it was a kid thing. Little did he know that Gayle and I
couldn't agree more. They both starting dating girls and the tent
thing stopped.
However, I recently experienced something that really impacted my
sexual desires. It involves my third son Brian. Of the four boys he
is the one that takes after me. He is the masculine genetic heir of
me. Same color eyes and skin coloring and tone. He's a very good
looking kid. The other boys are handsome too, but they resemble their
Dad's family.
One hot summer night when Dave and my youngest son were away on a golf
trip, it was just Brian and me in the house. I had got up from bed to
let the dog in and was heading back to bed when I noticed the door to
Brian's bedroom was slightly ajar. I went over to close it but when I
looked in I was stunned to see my 17 year old son masturbating. I
never anticipated a sight like that. It floored me, but I was riveted
and couldn't take my off him.
Brian was laying naked on his bed stroking his thick erect penis. His
bed is set against the wall. There's a window in the middle which
conveniently let the moonlight shine in providing me a good view of
this beautifully sensual and erotic scene. I was instantaneously and
acutely sexually aroused.
My body quivered all over with titillating sexual excitement as my
heart pounded leaving me short of breath. My nipples got hard and my
pussey ached as it immediately became swollen and wet. Feeling the
immediate urge to get naked I let my night gown drop to the floor
while I spied on my naked masturbating son. Naturally I was compelled
to join my son in mutual masturbation even though he was unaware of my
presence. Not surprising at all my pussey was dripping wet already,
and my clit was fully engorged and receptive to my touch. I got such
incredible erotic pleasure watching my son jerk himself off.
Brian's control was amazing. He steadily and slowly stroked his
penis, occasionally taking his hand off and strumming his finger tips
along the shaft causing his penis move up and down as he caressed it.
When he did this I had an unrestricted view of his perfectly straight
and his whole 6 to 7 inch erect cock bringing me to fever pitched
excitement. I could barely contain myself from letting out gasps as I
had multiple intense orgasms during this naughty peeping and
masturbation session.
I've never seen a man masturbate before, let alone my own son. His
pleasure was palpable and transferred vicariously to me, adding to my
own. Never in my wildest sexual fantasies did I ever imagine myself
as a voyeur. Yet here I was standing naked in a dark hall of my house
peaking through a bedroom door to watch my naked son jerk off.
Moreover, that I would be so extremely turned on by it. I was
wondering what he was fantasising about that had him at such a
heightened peak of sexual ecstasy. My fingers were literally dripping
with my juices as I fingered myself.
I don't how long he was jerking off before I came onto the scene but I
continued to watch Brian skilfully masturbate for another 10 minutes
or so until he climaxed in ejaculation. I knew when he was close to
reaching orgasm because he started stroking his cock a bit faster. He
arched his back slightly as his cock was now totally engorged and
extended. The silhouette of the head of his cock in the moonlight and
hand moving up and down the shaft was magnificent. My first
voyeuristic experience culminated in secret simultaneous orgasms with
my son. I couldn't see the volume of cum he spurted, but I could hear
the first explosion of liquid. It looked like he let out about 5
squirts, then slowed his stroking until he finally laid calm and
obviously experiencing tremendous sexual gratification.
At this point I picked up my night gown and caught my image in the
wall mirror. I quietly scurried my naked self back to my bedroom. As
I laid in bed I felt a fleeting pang of guilt for stealing a private
intimate moment of sexual self-gratification from my son. However,
thoughts about seeing Brian masturbate and the visual image of his
stunning erection stamped in my memory bank quickly took over and I
became very aroused once again. I had not masturbated this much in
one night for quite some time. Nor had I ever had as many orgasms one
right after another. Each orgasm was very sharp, rhythmic, and
intense.
This time I used my trusty vibrator and fanaticised it was Brian's
beautiful cock plunging in and out of me. I had two more powerful
orgasms before I finally succumbed to exhaustion and dozed off in
blissful contented slumber for the night.
I am an early riser. The next morning I woke up at 6 AM. I
immediately began thinking about Brian and the night before.
Curiosity drove me to get up and take another peak in his room. I was
very much hoping to have a look at his erect cock in the bright
morning sun. Unfortunately, he had pulled a sheet over him during the
night. All I could see was his morning erection holding the sheet up
like a pup tent.
A little disappointed, I went back to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and
looked in the mirror. Then for the first time in a long time I stood
nude in front of the mirror and inspected every angle of my body. I
was more than pleased and reassured that at 43 years old I still
looked very good in the buff. I also still get a little turned on
looking at myself nude.
That morning when Brian got up I treated him to a home cooked
breakfast which he thoroughly enjoyed. Of course he had no idea I had
seen him masturbating last night so there was no awkwardness. There
was one thing I did differently that morning, I wore a thin
see-through night gown underneath a satin robe. I checked to make
sure he wouldn't be able to see through, but would cling to reveal
contour of my body. What I didn't anticipate or plan was that the sun
shown into the kitchen and every time I walked by my outline of every
body curve was exposed. I think he might have caught it once and was
careful not to over do it.
After breakfast Brian went off to work at his summer job and I carried
on doing the normal everyday things. I decided during the day that I
wasn't going seduce him or try to aggressively entice him in any way.
However, I would with discretion take a look through his door at night
to see if I could watch him masturbate. The compulsion to watch was
too great to resist. I also through inspection of his door saw that
it didn't stay closed which was just fine by me. Making this plan
possible on most nights was that Dave worked nights and Dave Junior's
room (my youngest son) was down stairs away from us.
I worked out his routine. He would go to bed at 10:00 and within a
minute or two he would start masturbating. This voracious appetite
for masturbation I assume is inherited from me. Of course I jilled
while he jacked. After a few months of sporadic
voyeurism/masturbation, I started to get uncontrollable urges to
escalate this to test Brian's interest and willingness.
I devised a plan to first start by letting him "accidentally" see me
naked and see how he reacted. The first time he saw me I stood in
front of the full length mirror in my room brushing my hair with just
my satin robe. As Brian came up the stairs I made sure the robe was
open with the lapels running over my nipples showing most of each
breast down to pubic bush and inner thighs. Once he reached the top I
pretended not to know he was there. In a few seconds or so I looked
over and he gasped "I'm sorry Mom". I just said, "No that's OK honey
I should've closed the door." I pulled my robe closed walked over and
gave a peck on the cheek and said good night. He focused on my
nipples protruding underneath and with tight hold I had on the robe as
it clung to my hips and ass. I could see a bulge in his sweatpants
which told me he liked what he saw.
As I watched him masturbate that night he made it last a very long
time stroking and intermittent caressing show an extra hard erection.
I was pretty sure I knew what he was thinking. When he climaxed he
was stroking faster than I can remember him doing before and he let
out a quiet grunt when he shot his load.
Since seeing my son masturbate I learned three things about myself.
One, I am a lot more horny than the average woman my age kinkier as
well. 2) I get off on voyeurism, which is probably true of most
people if they are honest with themselves. 3) I also am an
exhibitionist that also turns me on.
On a hot muggy night a couple of nights after Brian saw me half naked
in front of the mirror, I came down stairs about quarter to 10:00,
knowing Brian goes to bed at 10:00. I purposely wore just a thin pink
nightgown about mid-thigh length without any underwear. I chose this
nightgown because although it isn't see-through, but thin enough that
it allows light to pass through easily. It is taken in just under my
boobs allowing the underside of each breast to rest on smooth fabric
revealing their shape quite nicely. Also, since this aroused me, my
nipples were erect to add a bit more teasing to my plan.
I went in the kitchen just to tidy up a bit and made enough noise to
let Brian know I was there. I let the dog out and kept myself
occupied until I heard him shut off the television. I called to him
to come into the kitchen. When he came into the kitchen I proceeded
to open the back door. I asked him if he would please get the dog.
As he came over he eyed me in my nightgown but tried to act like he
didn't notice. He's seen me in nightgowns before, but not like this
one and not since he saw what's underneath the other night. Once the
door was open a breeze blew in right on key; it made my nightie
flutter a bit showing a little flashes of the cheek of my ass and
inner thigh. I said, "Oh that breeze feels good". Brian
acknowledged, by saying "it sure is hot, too bad there's no
air-conditioning in the house. I guess that's why you're dressed like
that." This caught me off guard, I just replied, "Yes it is hot
sweetie."
He let the dog in. Gave it a pat and we both proceeded up stairs with
me in front. I could feel his eyes on me watching from behind. My
nightie wasn't so short that he could look up and see my pussy, but
with the light on at the top of the stairs I knew he getting a good
view of my swollen lips and shapely ass as the light shown through.
When we got to the top I made some small talk. I asked him what he
was doing tomorrow. He said nothing because he had the day off. He
thought maybe he'd sleep late and then go to the beach with his
friends. While we were talking he grew bolder with his eyes. He'd
look me in the eyes then take long glances examining me up and down.
I thoroughly enjoyed his admiring eyes. Finally, I just asked what
time he wanted breakfast in the morning. We agreed 9:00 was good. He
gave me a soft little peck on the lips, smiled and said good night.
It was so hot that night neither one us closed our bedroom doors so
that we could get some cross-ventilation. I was feeling an urgent
need to masturbate and think about the latest events with Brian. I
had a wonderful fulfilling jilling session and fell asleep without
covering myself. Sometime in the early morning Brian got up to pee or
something and happened to see me lying naked on my bed. I am a light
sleeper so I was instantly aware he was standing at my bedroom
doorway. I had rolled over in my sleep and was lying on my belly. My
legs were open, which meant he had a clear unobstructed view of my
pussy and ass.
I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. He got braver
stepping through the door to get a closer look. He's never had a
serious girlfriend so I think my pussy is first real pussy he'd seen.
I pretended to be waking up. As I did Brian lost his nerve and
hurried out the room as quietly as slipped in and hustled back to his
bedroom before I laid eyes on him. This made me smile to myself, like
peeping mother - like peeping son.
Part IV. We're Two Peas in a Pod
My sister Gayle and I arranged to meet for a girl's day out. I did my
hair, make-up, and dressed in a nice pair of shorts and a cleavage
revealing halter top blouse, and sandals. I was meeting up with my
sister Gayle for some shopping in the morning and then we planned to
head over to Gayle's house in the town to just sit and chat in the
shade and drink some iced tea. Gayle is also my best friend and
closest confidant. I hide nothing from her or she from me.
I met Gayle met at the local mall coffee shop. She was wearing a nice
low cut summer blouse and long wrap around skirt that showed off her
impressive ass. She's about an inch taller than I am, but we look
strikingly similar. Due to a with a strong sister resemblance it is
apparent to anyone that sees us together that we are sisters. Her
eyes are a bluer color, similar hair color, skin color, and build. At
46 years old, she looks much younger, more like late thirties. She's
still beautiful and her body is firm and fit. She is also as smart as
they come so I have often sought her advice on personal issues, and
she from me.
Gayle and I know how lucky we are to have inherited good looks and
genes from our parents. Our Dad is a big handsome Irishman (70 years
old) who was and is so proud of his girls and grandchildren. Our Mom
is of French ancestry (68 years old). We got our sharp features and
smooth skin from her. Our parents are both still very active retirees
living the life of Rielly, travelling, golfing, and a lot of various
activities. Growing up before the dangers of sunburns were fully
understood our Mom instinctively worried about Gayle and I getting
sunburned when we were young because we have our Dad's Irish coloring.
So fortunately as we grew up we resisted the pressure to get the
golden tan opting rather to practice prevention against sunburns.
Thus we have little skin damage to show for it. Now that we are in
out forties we couldn't be happier we did because we are often
mistaken to be much younger than our years.
We spent the morning window shopping for clothes etc. We had a nice
leisurely lunch and as planned went back to Gayle's house for some ice
tea and "girlie" talk. It had been a while since we last had a good
long talk about nothing in particular. Gayle and I sat out back on
her patio enjoying the warm summer sitting in lounge chairs under a
canopy chatting away. We spent a little time conversing about what
each of our kids were doing these days. She and her husband have two
grown boys ages 23 and 21. The 21-year-old, like my oldest son, he
just graduated from college and moved to another city to start his
career. So, for the first time in her life she doesn't have kids at
home.
As Gayle was talking I started to think about Brian and drifted off.
Gayle quickly noticed my obvious pre-occupation and asked me what was
on my mind. I hesitated a little, then she said, "Ok, I know
something up now. Come on spill the beans." So I became flushed in
the face, I told her about everything that happened with Brian. I
told her in explicit detail about stumbling onto Brian while he
masturbated, the voyeurism, my fantasies about him during
masturbation, the exhibitionist teasing, and my strong urges to
escalate this.
When I finally finished, she just looked at me with this amazed
expression, and said, "You are something else Kiddo". I pleaded,
"Please don't make me feel bad." She gave me another look and then
said, "I won't. I care too much for you to do that, but I will tell
you I don't really approve. I think you are treading in dangerous
waters. It's one thing between siblings of relatively the same age
like we did, but mother and son incest, with a husband at home. Brian
is so young he needs to date girls and experience the opposite sex on
his own terms. I just don't know Nora." For the very first time the
reality of my actions set in. I got teary eyed and I had to fight off
the potential of out right losing it emotionally. I told her that she
had a way of telling it like it is and putting things in perspective.
Gayle then said, "The reason why I can say this Nora is because I went
through a similar phase with Steven (her youngest boy) and me. I
already experienced the temptations you described and did some soul
searching." Now with my interest peaked, I said, "Ok, time for you to
spill the beans Gayle".
"Boys will be boys", is how Gayle started the next conversation. She
believes that all teenage boys hold their Moms up on a pedestal as
someone who has only maternal instincts. Sooner or later,
particularly if the Mom is attractive, they start to realize that Moms
are real people and have sexual desires just like anyone else.
In Gayle's case with her son Steven, the situation was reversed to
Brian and me. Steven saw Gayle naked and masturbating one night in
bed. I interrupted her as she was talking teasing her that she hadn't
learned her lesson yet about getting caught, (referring to when I
walked in on her years ago) to which she laughed and told me to shut
up and let her finish her story. She went on to say it was after
midnight, her husband Jack was away on business, and she thought
Steven was asleep. She said she was well into a very enjoyable
masturbation session, oblivious to her surroundings, moaning away as
she always did. When all of sudden the hall light flicked on. It was
her 16-year-old son Steven innocently heading to the bathroom as he
looked in and saw his naked mother with her hand buried in her pussy,
humping away.
She said he was aghast. She was humiliated, jumped up and immediately
covered herself with sheet. Steven said in an almost angry tone, "Why
were you doing that Mom, mothers aren't supposed to do stuff like
that." She said retorted right back, "I'm a person just like you and
everybody masturbates. Now shut my door! Go to bed or whatever
you're doing, and leave me alone!"
Gayle said she was acting tough but she was actually feeling pretty
stupid and embarrassed. The next day she wasn't looking forward to
seeing Steven, but when she did he walked right up to her and said he
was sorry and gave her a hug. Steven is nice a kid and very liberal
minded. He told his mother he shouldn't have said what he did when he
saw her last night because it was hypocritical of him. She then
glanced at him and said, "Excuse me?" "What Mom? I just mean I
masturbate all the time:" She cut him off and said "OK Steven, I get
the picture let's talk about something else". Steven smiled at her as
he said, " Sure thing Ma".
A few months later Gayle said she saw Steven masturbating while he was
watching television. He didn't see her because from her vantage point
she could Steven through the doorway from the chest down sitting
reclined in the recliner chair, but he could not see her. Like me
seeing her son masturbate was an incredible turn on. She said he has
a big cock, at least 8 inches. She watched him stroke his cock with
perfection. She said he varied the speed of his stroking and surmised
he was keeping himself from coming to increase the duration of his
masturbation session. She watched him through to completion when he
ejaculated a massive load of cum all over his chest.
Nora
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