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Date: Mon, 30 May 2005 01:16:49 +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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