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Subject: MY SON BILLY
Date: Sun, 02 Jan 2005 12:28:39 -0500
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I discovered the incest discussion groups last month. Its obvious that
most of the posted stories are fantasies but some seem truthful. I'm a
mother with a son, my only child. He's now an adult. During his
adolescence, and not by design, we engaged in sexual activity. Hear me
out before passing judgment.
Perhaps I can help other mothers who find themselves in a similar
situation.
At 15, my only son Billy was already taller and more muscular than his
dad. He was already the fastest swimmer on his high school team while
just beginning his sophomore year. One afternoon, while watching his
swimming team practice, I overheard the remarks of a couple of his
female schoolmates who were sitting directly behind me. One said
"doesn't Billy Lombardo have an incredible bulge in his speedo?" The
other girl laughed and replied "I can't take my eyes off it". For the
first time I realized how beautifully endowed he was in the genital
department. I wasn't too surprised as the men on my side of the family
were notoriously well hung. At one time or another while growing up I
had caught glimpses of my three brothers in the buff. All three had
testicles as big as ripe lemons. Since then I've had a sort of fetish
for balls. I learned from fondling boyfriends that other boys' balls
were much, much smaller. Of course I had never seen my brother's
erections.
My husband is very average in that department and his cock isn't
quite six inches long and not at all thick. I hasten to add that he has
always been a more than satisfactory lover. Very good at going down. I
have always had multiple orgasms during foreplay. I mention all this to
assure other mothers of adolescent boys that what happened between Billy
and I was not, in any way, the result of any sexual frustration on my
part.
I was aware that Billy had an early onset of puberty. All mothers of
boys remember the first evidence of their sons' wet dreams; those
unmistakable semen stains on the bed sheets. Billy was only 12 when I
noticed his. When I held the stained sheets to my nose the scent of
"cum" was unmistakeable. What surprised me was the twinge I experienced
in my vagina. I probably blushed.
The amount of cum from his wet dreams was amazing. After a while, I
stopped laundering his sheets every day so that he'd realize how copious
his ejaculations were becoming. It worked because after a while it was
obvious that he was frequently masturbating as there were fewer mornings
with stained sheets and even then the amount of cum was noticeably less.
One day, not long after he turned 15, he had come home from school
at the usual time. After eating the snack I had prepared for him he went
to his room.
After emptying our electric clothes dryer and folding the laundry I went
to Billy's room to put away his clean underwear and socks. His door was
closed and I could hear his radio playing music. I knocked on his door.
Hearing no answer I opened the door and walked in. I was startled to see
him on his bed with his erect cock in his hand. When he saw me, his face
turned crimson and he threw the corner of a sheet over his groin area. I
turned away in confusion and put away his laundry with my back to him. I
felt so bad for my son's humiliation. After all, a boy masturbating is
the most natural thing in the world. I decided that as a responsible
mother I had a duty to put his mind at ease. I sat on the edge of
his bed and told him to look at me. I could see from the "tent" his cock
made in the sheet that he was still somewhat hard. I said "Billy, I know
you are terribly embarrassed but you need to know that a boy jerking off
is perfectly normal. All boys do it and have been doing it for ages.
Understand that thousands of years ago, humans lived for a much shorter
life span. In order to procreate and raise children, boys and girls
married and had sex as soon as they reached puberty, typically about 12
for girls and slightly older for boys. Now that we are more "civilized"
and live much longer, marriage takes place at a more advanced age but
your body doesn't know that. Your testicles are still making sperm at a
rate and quantity that is greater than when you will be a full grown
man. Your body has a strong need to ejaculate all that excess semen so
you need to masturbate, which we call "jerking off". Do you understand?"
Billy nodded and looked relieved. I then said "would you like me to
examine you "down there" and see if everything is normal?" (of course I
must admit that my question was driven by my sexual curiosity). I
reached over and slowly pulled the sheet down. Even though his cock was
then only semi hard it was magnificent. Speaking barely above a whisper
(I knew my voice was trembling with excitement) I told him I needed to
make it hard to properly examine it. He said nothing as I encircled it
with my right hand. Instantly, his cock became rock hard. I couldn't
believe that, at 15, a boy's cock could be so long and thick. The shape
was absolutely beautiful. Women who have been fortunate enough to see
such a cock will know what I mean. It had that bone hard bulge up the
middle of the underside from the root to the head. The head had that
beautiful mushroom shape with a very prominent ridge that is
irresistible to any woman who loves giving a man head. I reached down to
cup his balls in my other hand. My palm couldn't hold them both. They
filled his scrotum tightly. Each was firm and perfectly shaped. Like
jumbo hen's eggs but even bigger. Looking at his cock again, I was
surprised at the amount of pre cum evidencing the pleasure he was
feeling from my fondling of him. In a shaking voice I asked him if he
was ready to cum. He croaked "yes, yes, please, mom". I wrapped my hand
around his cock shaft. My thumb and middle finger barely met. I stroked
it slowly. He whispered "squeeze it tighter mom, much tighter". I did.
As he got closer to cumming, his lovely cock head turned a darker and
darker red. Almost purple in the seconds before he started to spurt. My
gaze was fixed on the opening. When it started, his spurts were like
geysers, one after the other. I lost count. I had never seen semen so
white and thick. The first few spurts shot high above him and made a
splattering sound as they landed on his chest and belly. So awesome that
I was trembling. When my breathing, and his, returned to near normal, I
kissed him on the forehead and left his room without another word. I was
so aroused, I went straight to my bedroom and got my vibrator from the
night stand. My panties were soaked. I vibrated my swollen clit and
climaxed unbelievably quickly while visualizing Billy's cock. To my
shame, I was imagining it filling my pussy.
Later that night, I lay awake thinking of the amazing hour with Billy. I
thought of the danger of where such pleasure might lead and resolved to
never touch him again.
Weeks went by and I thought that Billy and I had wisely put the incident
behind us. Then one afternoon I was vacuuming the living room carpet
when I heard his voice calling from his bedroom. I stopped what I was
doing and opened his bedroom door. He was naked on the bed with a huge
erection. He said, more boldly, than I had earlier thought possible "do
me again, mom, it just isn't as good anymore when I do it myself".
Seeing that beautiful cock again, I just couldn't resist. I lay
between his legs for awhile just drinking in the sight of his gorgeous
cock and perfect balls. I suddenly realized that I wouldn't be satisfied
with using my hands alone.
I lifted and sucked on each ball, back and forth. Billy's eyes were
closed. The expression on his face was pure ecstasy. I licked up the
underside of the shaft. Up and down, over and over. Then I flicked the
head with the tip of my tongue just below his sweet pee hole. His cock
jumped as if from a jott of electricity. I licked all around the satiny
smooth head until the urge to have it in my mouth was overwhelming. He
was so big around that the most I could fit in my mouth was the head and
another inch or so. It felt wonderful to suck. The feel of my lips
sliding over the ridge of the head was terribly exciting. Compared to
him my husband's narrow cock seemd dull and less than satisfying. My
hand felt his balls rising against the shaft. For an instant I thought
that I should take it out of my mouth before his cumming started but I
just couldn't. I wanted it all. I wanted to taste and swallow it. With a
loud cry, my son's hips rose from the bed, his hands held my head as he
filled my mouth with his seed.
So much cum that even after swallowing twice, some poured out of the
sides of my mouth. After he stopped cumming I took it out of my mouth
and lovingly licked it clean.
After impressing on him (he clearly understood) that no one must know of
this, I told him that I would give him relief anytime he needed it and
when there was no possibility of our being discovered. The code phrase
he was to use was "mom, I need help with my homework". I was to respond
to those words hundreds of times in the year that followed. In all
honesty I must admit there were times that I imagined my vagina filled
deeply and ever so tightly by my son's cock and I'd finger myself
uncontrollably but I realized that intercourse with one's son was a
far,far more serious thing than merely giving him a pleasurable
alternative to masturbation. A far greater betrayal of my husband. Even
more troubling was the psychological impact it could have on Billy. No
way would I take that risk. I never dressed provocatively when I went to
his room to suck him. Once, he put his hand on my breast. I pushed it
away and told him I would no longer "do" him if he touched me again. I
must relate one fun incident. It seemed to me that I was developing his
cock even more than it had been. I knew how to keep a man from coming
too quickly. Doing so seemed to force more blood into his cock. One day,
I measured him with his ruler. Along the top, holding it against his
groin, the tip came past the 8 1/2 inch mark. The width of the shaft was
2 1/2 inches. By the time I stopped "helping" him, after 14 months, I
couldn't come close to getting my hand around it. It seems silly but I
was rather proud of myself.
Eventually, he started dating girls his own age. Much as I had become
addicted to the pleasure of giving him head, I decided that his needs
should henceforth be satisfied by girlfriends. We discussed it and he
accepted my decision. There were a couple of occasions afterwards when
he asked for help with his "homework" but I held to my resolve. Billy
graduated from college last summer and has started law school. He's very
popular. Girls are constantly calling him (can you blame them?). By
unspoken agreement we never mention those 14 months of mutual enjoyment.
Was I wrong? A bad mother? I don't believe so although I did take some
risks.
Risks are part of life. Apart from the pleasure I gave him, I did
prepare him better for life with serious conversations after his
ejaculations. I told him how to treat women both in bed and otherwise.
He is unfailingly courteous to all girls and women. I'm sure he carries
no guilt.
As for me, the memory of those delightful afternoons in the service of
Billy's needs (which became my own), still pay erotic dividends. From
time to time, I feel the needs for intense release. I'll lay on my back
with a pillow under my hips and my Hitachi Magic Wand resting lightly on
my clit. I'll close my eyes and be transported to Billy's room once
more. I'll worship his balls and cock again. When my mouth recalls his
thrusting ejaculations I slip over the edge and cum and cum until
blissful exhaustion.
I sincerely welcome email from other mothers. My email address is:
SUE_LOMBARDO@WEBTV.NET
If I think it would be helpful I'll later provide my phone no. I'll
delete immediately all messages from men. No exeptions.