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Subject: Title story: ""Call me Mommy"" Author: Incest Man 49700372
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Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2005 10:19:35 +0000
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"Call me Mommy"
Hi, my name is Rob Thompson. This story is about a time in my life that I'll
never forget. It is a true story, not the whole story, but as much of it as I'm
willing to tell the world. It took place just about a month before my 16th
birthday, when my parents sat me down and told me the news that they were
getting a divorce. I wasn't really suprised since they had been sleeping in
different rooms for over a year, but the worst part was that they wanted me to
spend the summer with my mother's twin sister, Aunt Linda, who I haven't seen
for over 3 years. We all thought that Aunt Linda was strange because she has
never been married. The rumor in the family was that she was a lesbian.
When I arrived in South Carolina, I was amazed at how much Aunt Linda looks like
my mother. I knew that they were identical twins, but it is impossible to tell
them apart. On the way to her house, Aunt Linda told me that she knew I wasn't
exactly excited about spending the summer on a farm, but she promised it
wouldn't be all bad.
When we got to her house, she took me around the huge old house and showed me
all the rooms. Then she told me that the house was used in the underground
railroad during the old days before the Civil War. I had read about it in
school, but really didn't know much about it. She told me that over the years
she had found quite a few secret doors, passageways, and hiding places through
the house. I asked her to show them to me, but she said that it might be fun if
I looked for them myself and it would give me something to do on rainy days.
After about a half hour of looking, I found a small lever on the inside edge of
the bookcase. I pulled it out and one entire section of the bookcase pushed in
to reveal an opening. With flashlight in hand, I went forward into the
passageway. The passages seemed to wind all around the huge house.
On the 2nd day of exploring, the batteries on the light went dead. At first, I
couldn't see anything but as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see rays of
light passing through small holes in the wall. The first hole I looked through
was to the kitchen, where I saw Aunt Linda washing the dishes. After watching
her for a minute or so, I began to search for other holes in a effort to make a
mental map of the passage- ways. There was at least one hole in every room on
the first floor amd I also found a few other secret doors on that day.
After a few days of searching around, I told Aunt Linda that I found all the
secret passages and she seemed really suprised. She told me that it took her
months to find them all and had thought that there may be some that she never
found. She then asked if I was sure I had found them all. I told her yes I was
and they go all around the house. She smiled and said, "oh that's all you
found." She then told me that they go up and down and Uncle Jake even claimed to
have found one that led to the barn.
So, after dinner, I excitedly hurried off to the passages again. This time
taking the flashlight to see what I had been missing. Sure enough, I found some
secret doors leading up and down. I climbed up first, and walked along a very
narrow passage on the 2nd floor. I heard water running and tunred off the flash-
light to see if I could see light coming from any holes. At the far end of the
passageway, I saw several beams of light.
As I peeked though one of the holes in the wall, I saw Aunt Linda in the shower.
At first, I couldn't move, I just stood there like a zombie and watched the
soapy water running down her naked body. As I watched her, my dick began to
throb. I had never seen a naked woman before that, and I was instantly
galvinized by this strange and erotic sight. Without hardly thinking about it I
unzipped my pants and let them fall to my ankles and pulled out my cock. As I
watched her slide her hands over her soft breasts I stroked myself. It didn't
take long for me to cum and I tried to contol myself to keep from moaning to
loud and I milked the last drops of cum from my dick.
I began looking at my aunt in a new way from then on. I became obsessed with
watching her. She always seemed to take a shower or bath at the same time
everynight. I even found a hole in her bedroom where I would go to watch her
while she dressed. This went on for a couple of weeks until one night I had
found my way to the hole in bathroom wall and she wasn't there. I was about to
give up, thinking I had missed her al- ready. I took one last look and then felt
a tap on my sholder.
Aunt Linda was standing behind me in a thick white robe. It was obvious what I
was doing and I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, waiting to be
slapped or something. In a really soft voice, she asked me if I had been
watching her. I slowly nodded my head, expecting the worst. She just smiled and
said it was OK because she had been watching me too. My jaw about hit the
floor. She took my hand and pulled me to a small secret door that led right in
the bathroom.
She turned the shower on, let her robe slide on to the floor, and then stepped
in the shower. I guess I was in shock or something because I just stood there
and watched her until she asked me if I would like to join her. I quickly got
out of my clothes and got in the shower behind her.
She called me her dirty little boy and said that "Mommy" was going to wash me.
She told me that I looked really nice, and that made me feel proud of my body.
She commented on how tan I was and who nice my mucels looked. Then she started
with a sponge and ran it along my chest and then got on her knees and slowly
started to soap up my hard dick. She lightly stroked it a few times and asked if
it hurt, she said that anything that hard would probably hurt, and that she
could probably make it feel better for me. I said, "yes Aunt Linda." She smacked
my ass hard and told me to call her "Mommy." I then said, "yes, Mommy." I was
rewarded with "good boy" and a deep kiss on the lips. I felt like I was being
controled by this older woman, but I didn't care, I just had one hope raging
through my teenage mind.
Then she turned off the shower and dryed me, then herself off. I stood in the
middle of the bath- room with my cock looking like a flagpole. She told me it
was time for bed. She took me by the hand and led me to my room and tucked me in
bed. She asked me if I wanted to hear a bedtime story. I was up for anything at
this point and eagerly said, "oh yes Mommy, tell me a story."
My "mommy" began telling me a story about a little girl with an ice cream cone.
I have no idea what the hell she was talking about, but she slid her hands under
the covers and started stroking my cock while she was talking about how the
little girl kept licking the cone. Finally she pulled the covers down and asked
me if my penis still hurt. I said, "yes Mommy, very much." She asked me if I
wanted her to kiss it and make it feel better. Before I could answer, she was
licking and sucking my cock!! My mind was blank, I was doing nothing but feeling
the wonder- ful sensations she was giving me with her expert mouth. After a few
minutes of this, I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop. Then she
pulled the covers up and kissed me goodnight.
The next morning, she woke me up with breakfast in bed, as usual except this
time she fed me each bite. Then she took me to the bathtub and bathed me. We had
sex several times each day for the next week. At first I thought the mommy thing
was just a sexual game that she was playing, but she finally admitted that she
liked little boys and had often seduced many of the boys in town and that she
didn't like adult men and that is why she never married.
For the rest of the summer, I was her little boy and at the end of the summer I
called my parents and asked if I could stay with Aunt Linda. My father didn't
understand, but the divorce was final now and mother had full custody, so she
decided we could move in with Aunt Linda.
Aunt Linda and I continued our affair, and although I was afraid we would get
caught, she said always not to worry. After a couple of weeks, I started
becoming a little more bold in our lovemaking.
One night I was in my bed, when I felt a hand on my cock which was followed very
quickly by a mouth. The mouth sucked furiously and much harder than Aunt Linda
had ever done before. I moaned and said, "oh God that feels great Aunt Linda." I
forgot to call her "mommy" and for once she didn't correct me. I flipped on the
light as I was about to cum and as I exploded in her mouth, I noticed a scar on
her right hand. It was my mom!!
The End
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