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Subject: Title story: "Billy Loves Boobs" Author: Incest Man 87618941
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Date: Fri, 06 Oct 2006 06:32:14 +0000
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Billy Loves Boobs It started really as soon as Billy could walk. Like most
children he followed his mother around constantly, unable to leave her side. But
unlike most children, Billy had an unreasoning attraction to his mother's
breasts. He couldn't get enough of them, constantly unbuttoning her shirt,
pawing her, trying to get his little hands and mouth on them. She knew it was
probably because she had breast fed him until he was three, but that was only
because he always cried until she gave him the breast. He didn't care where they
were when he wanted to touch them. Once in the grocery store when he was four,
he had unbuttoned the top half of her shirt before she realized it. From his
position in the little seat on the grocery cart, he had been able to reach her
shirt quite easily. Unfortunately, she didn't notice for a few seconds until
quite a few people began staring. That had been the last time she ever went
shopping without a bra. At night he would sometimes sneak into her bed to sleep.
Since his father worked overnights, she always let him. Only sometimes she would
wake up nights and find him trying to nurse from her tit. His little mouth
sucking for all it was worth from her enormous breasts. Sometimes his teeth
would scrape her nipple or actually bite them, and she would awake with a start.
Always she would pull him off, but sometimes he would cry so much that it was
just easier to let him keep sucking. One particular night after Billy had
crawled into bed with her and nodded off to sleep, his mother began to have the
most erotic dream. She was being ravaged by someone, she couldn't quite see his
face, but his body was powerful and hard. She could feel his hands on her face,
his lips on her neck trailing down to her breasts. Before she knew it, the man
had buried his face in her chest, his mouth, sucking, nuzzling and devouring her
heaving breasts. Suddenly a very powerful orgasm rocked her body and forced her
awake. Her movement startled Billy who was lying atop her body, his mouth
covering her nipple. She soothed him back to sleep, but when she tried to roll
him off her he set up such a fuss that she found it easier just to let him lie
there. While he drifted back into slumber, his mouth suckling even in sleep, his
mother's mind was reeling. She had just orgasmed while her son sucked her
breast. She couldn't get over it. What kind of pervert was she? She'd always
found her son's breast feeding slightly erotic and maybe a little stimulating
but somehow not in a sexual way. It sounded contradictive, but in her mind it
had always been something different. I mean she knew it was strange for an eight
year old boy to still want to breast feed, but he was still just a little boy so
she didn't worry too much about it. Although lately she had kept it from her
husband and told Billy to keep it to themsleves so that it was their little
secret. She stroked Billy's back while she had these thoughts, her hand
underneath his pajama shirt, rubbing his bare smooth skin. His body felt good on
top of hers, his solidness, something to cling to. As her thoughts became more
pensive, her hand began rubbing in wider circles, trailing from his neck down to
his pajama bottoms, occasionally slipping under the waist band. Finally, her
hands reached his tight little bottom, lightly brushing over it. After a few
minutes she felt something stir on her lower stomach. It felt hard and stubby,
jutting into her hip bone. She slipped her other hand between their two bodies.
Her hand slipped into Billy's pajama's to see what he had left in his pockets.
She had actually grasped it with her hand before she realized that it was his
penis she was holding and that it was rock hard. Her hand shot away from it as
if it were red hot. Her face flushed with shame. Oh god, she was giving her son
an erection! This is wrong, her brain told her. Sick, preverted! Maybe if she
stopped touching him, it would go away. The tactic seemed to work. Slowly ...
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