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Date: Tue, 09 Jun 2009 20:40:40 +0000
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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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