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suzie q wrote:
> 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.