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About: This was a Role Playing session between ASSTR authors SarahMcA2012 and Dandy_Tago. It was played out over instant messenger. Each participant writes in the first person for themselves and in the second person for the other participant. For this reason, I present the session like an IM chat so that you can easily distinguish which author is speaking.
Summary: Thirteen-year-old Joel has two dilemmas in life. (1) He doesn't know who his father is. (2) His hormones have kicked in, and he can't stop thinking about his mom. Little did he know that researching the first problem would help him find a solution to the second problem.
Codes: Fm13 mother/son inc ped mast piv rom cons
I lit the cigarette in my mouth as I plopped down on the ratty sofa in my trailer. Some kid had emailed me a day or two before, wanting to know about Ally Jenkins in high school and who she might've slept around with at a certain time period. I'd laughed when I read the email because I knew exactly what had happened. The kid had wanted to chat, so, we'd arranged this time. I logged into my messenger account and saw one was waiting.
::Hey kid, what's up
::Um. Hi. Looking for info on Ally Jenkins.
::Yeah, I read your email. So who's Ally to you?
I had my suspicions, but I wanted to be sure
::um. tbh i'm her son. i'm trying to find out who my dad is.
:: lol, I got some bad news for you kid. You're gonna need a lot of paternity tests. You said early April, right?
::yeah, as best as i can figure
:: you sure you wanna know what happened?
::please. i've had sex ed. i know how stuff works. you can be straight with me.
::lol, alright then. So, your mom back in highschool was HOT. I'm talkin cheerleader, dated football players, but she wasn't the stuckup kind. She was friendly to everyone. Rednecks, nerds, blacks, jocks...you name it. But she liked to party too, and flirt. So, we're at this party at somebody's house. Their parents were in jail for DUI or somethin, but they had the whole place to themselves. So we're havin a blast. Everyone was there. Had to of been like 100 kids from school
::and your mom was there too, lookin GOOD! Cute little shorts, tight fittin' shirt, and she was goin' at it. Like, by 8 pm, she was stumbling everywhere. Finally, she goes down. Just passes out on the sofa right there infront of everyone. The party was gettin crazy at that point and people were havin fun. So, we all see your mom knocked out, we're all horny as fuck, so a few of the guys start feelin her up in front of everyone, and people are laughing. Her friends aren't sayin shit, so we just said fuck it. The party needed some extra entertainment and your mom became it. We stripped her nude and put her on the floor and then it was on.
:: man we didn't care who saw our dicks. Everyone wanted to fuck her, and everyone was gonna.
::so... like more than one guy?
::more than one guy? Little dude, we're talkin like 40!
::omg. woah. so did she report it to the police?
Just remembering gets me hard, it was hands down the best night of my life.
::Haha, nah man, that was the best part. She woke up the next morning, cum leakin out of her like crazy and covered from the waist down, but she didn't say a thing. She just asked someone for a ride home and that was it. We saw her in school on monday and she was happy as a bird, man.
:: girls were callin her a whore and shit behind her back, but we all loved her. She was fuckin awesome.
::so, did she like... like it?
:: I ain't got a clue man, but I know one thing, she let like five guys who didn't make it to the party fuck her that week.
::kthxbai
I hastily shut down my chat window. The erection in my pants is so hot and achy. I didn't even realize that I was rubbing myself through my jeans as I read about how my mom was fucked by 40 men and then fucked 5 more.
"She's a slut," I whispered to myself.
I took my dick out of my pants and found a picture of mom. One from the beach where she's in a bikini, showing off her body. I always thought mom was pretty, but as I stroke my dick and look at her -- really look at her -- I see that she's more than pretty. She's... so hot.
"Mommy," I whimper, as a rope of my cum shoots onto the screen: my tribute to my mother, her body, and her personality that let 45 men use her in one week.
There's hardly a day that goes by that I don't think of that party. It was so demeaning, yet so hot. Knowing I'd been gang banged was something I cherished, and although my pussy ached all weekend, seeing the looks on people's faces on Monday was worth it. Guys smiled at me and although I didn't know their names, it was obvious they'd been inside me. What was even more incredible was their gratitude. The whole group had been terrified I'd report it, but instead I pretended like it didn't happen. That quickly made the ones who hadn't gotten to go to come to me, telling me how much they'd wished they could've been there and said they'd heard it was "incredible."
Feeling bad, and displaying my typical charity, I'd let them take me to the locker room and fuck me that week, adding to my reputation.
Then the news had come and my life had changed. I'd had to struggle to find time to finish school and college while raising you. Then I had to start work, and I never seemed to have time any more for "me." I still maintained my personality and worked hard to stay in shape, but it was hopeless. Nobody in the small town we lived in wanted to date a woman who had a son already.
But, you were my consolation. I loved you more than anything, and I was so proud as you grew up, becoming so cute, and soon becoming my best, and only, friend.
After I discovered the news, I thought about all of the men you'd dated or tried to date. Nothing had ever worked out, and I knew why. Despite how pretty and fun you are, you were used goods with a kid to boot. I would have pitied you if I'd had any brains left to do anything more than lust after you.
You noticed me noticing you: trying to peek down your shirt or up your skirt. When you asked my advice on what to wear somewhere, I always picked the sluttiest thing.
And then there were the panties that kept disappearing from the hamper only to turn up again, covered in cum.
And every time I ever asked you about my dad, you always found a way to change the subject.
Noticing the glances, the stares, the masturbation...it was all so much. It was weird, I knew, but I never judged you over it. Part of me rationalized that you were a horny, growing boy. It was probably more common than most people thought that they lusted after their mothers...especially when they were young.
And that brought me to my second point...I actually liked it. Nobody in town would date me, and the only "action" I seemed to get anymore was letting the obese, old principal of the school I taught at sexually assault me during each 9-week performance review.
I actually had to force myself to pretend I wasn't enjoying it at least a little bit as I would bend over his desk and let him sodomize me.
So seeing a cute, attractive boy that was into me flattered my much needed ego.
When you told me that we were going camping, I got excited. I loved the outdoors, but the best part would be getting to sleep in the same tent together. At first I got worried that you would hear me masturbating to you, so I worked on being as quiet as possible, sometimes even standing in your doorway at night and watching you sleep while I stroke myself to make sure that I can do it without waking you.
Also, I hoped that we went to the same place we did when I was a kid because there was an amazing swimming hole that we went skinny-dipping in, and I hoped that it would happen again.
As we pulled up to the park, I was so excited. Not only was the school year over, but I was getting to hang out with you for a week, just the two of us.
Whereas you'd always enjoyed these trips, i was so happy to see how excited you were for this one, and was even more surprised when you'd requested this particular park. It had gone down hill quickly in the years since we'd stayed there, and even at the beginning of summer it was practically abandoned. Still, though, that meant more privacy for us and more alone time.
As we pulled up to the lake side lot, I smiled. "This is it! OMG, it's even the same one we stayed at last time!"
"It's perfect, Mom!" I cried out excitedly as we pulled into the slot. I eagerly helped you set up the tent and got our gear put up inside, all the while enjoying the shorts you're wearing and the way that your top fit your breasts.
After we got everything ready, I had to take a leak, and I purposefully decided to not go too far away or hide myself very well behind the tree I chose, hoping you might look and see me. In fact, I was so excited over the possibility that I couldn't calm my erection down and had to piss with a raging boner. Some of the pee just dribbled down my shaft and off my balls.
But when I came back I was too embarrassed to look you in the eye to see if you'd noticed, so I just washed my hands and asked took a breath and then tried to act nonchalant.
"Uh, so... what's the plan?"
As you'd left to use the restroom, I'd expected you to go further, but instead you'd barely gone beyond the camp sight. I could clearly hear the sound of the urine hitting the ground, which in a weird way seemed strangely sexual.
Still, the thought of you having your penis out so close had sent an even stranger feeling through me, and while I'd forced myself not to look, out of my peripheral I'd seen a "shape" extending away from you!
Oh my gosh, I thought to myself...he's hard?
"Boys will be boys" I thought to myself with a grin, though. As you come back I can see your embarrassment and try to assuage it, although I can see a pee-stain on your shorts.
"Hmmm....well, we still have a few hours of daylight. We could go find a canoe to rent, or swim, or hit a trail. Which would you rather?"
I run the ideas over in my mind. Of course, what I want most is to go skinny dipping with you. But what if you brought a swimsuit? Then I'd have to try to find a way to talk you into not wearing it.
But if we go canoeing, I could so something stupid to tip us over, and then we'd be drenched and would have to undress.
I look your body up and down as I think about the best way to get to see you naked. Being new to the lust game, all I see is your pretty face, your perky tits and your bare legs. But as I consider your body more, I start to appreciate your waist and the hourglass shape from your tits down to your hips. Suddenly I lose track of everything I was planning and all I can do is undress you with my eyes.
"Remember the last time we came here when I was like 7? And we found that swimming hole that was so secluded? We just took off our clothes and jumped in? We could do that. It would be hiking and swimming."
I glance up slowly from your hips to your toned belly to your tits to your smile. Eventually I bring myself to look you in the eye and hope beyond hope that you'll go for it.
As you suggest it, the idea is shocking to me. You'd been just a boy who barely knew the difference between boys and girls at that time. Now, it was obvious you knew a lot more.
My smile falters for just a moment as I look at you. It's obvious what you want. You're a horny, teenage boy with a crush on his mom. You've probably never even seen a woman nude except for in a porn in the last 5 years.
"Well...you're not really 7 years old any more, Joel...." I say as I mull the idea over.
But, the truth of the matter is, so what? I think to myself and feel a dirty, forbidden thrill. You're my best friend and my son, and the only male on earth that still see's me as a sexual object. I know it's so wrong, but I grin.
"Soooo, we can go skinny-dipping, but you have to promise it stays between us. Ok?"
"Yeah, of course!" I gladly agree.
The hike is nice. The woods are quiet and serene. But all I can think about it how amazing your ass looks in those shorts as I follow you. I savor the way your long, lithe legs move, the way the tendons on the backs of your knees flex. I study your body more intensely than I ever have, feeling a sort of permission to ogle you, knowing what a slut you're capable of being while still appreciating you for the beautiful woman you are.
My erection aches in my shorts as I hike, but the pressure just serves to keep me on edge, and I grow to like the dull ache in my loins, associating it with the site of your backside.
When I see the swimming hole ahead, I start to get nervous. What if you're repulsed by my body? What if you catch me looking at your boobs and resent me? Your boobs. Oh, god, I'm going to get to see your breasts! The tits I drank milk from as a child!
Fear quickly gives way to anticipation. I'm willing to risk everything to see your body bared before me.
The whole hike, my pulse is racing. I can tell that you're lingering behind me on the more narrow portions of the trail, and you're so lost in your stares that we barely say a word.
I can't believe I'm about to go skinny-dipping with you! You, my son who so obviously has wanted to see me nude for months now. But to be honest, that's sort of why i agreed to it. I always loved giving people what they wanted, and now I'm having the opportunity to show my son something he's wanted to see for so long.
I turn and grin at you as we get near, keeping the mood light to alleviate the nervousness I suspect you're feeling.
"Sooo, you're about to see your mommy nude for the first time in years. Hope I don't disappoint, sweetheart."
As we approach the hole, it's exactly as we remembered it.
"I can't believe it looks just the same...." I turn to you with a grin. "Remember...just between us, right?"
My heart is racing as I think about you taking off your clothes in front of me. Then I think about the fact that I'm going to do the same.
"What if you're the one disappointed?" I say as I take my shirt off. My skin is pasty pale. I barely have any pubic hair under my arms and none on my chest and no real muscles to speak of.
I stand there, half exposed to you for a moment and then realize that my dick is raging hard and that you're going to see me with an erection.
The thrill of you seeing me hard for you makes me that much more horny, however, and I realize that I'll at least be giving you my best look.
I give you a smile but bite my lip. "Trust me, sweetheart. Son's can't disappoint their mommy's. Besides, you're only 13. Nobody expects you to look 'good.' But...just between us? I think you're very cute."
I say with a grin to build up your confidence. I'd never even thought of you sexually, but seeing the tent in your shorts makes me realize just how much you've thought of me, and I can't help but feel flattered.
I grin, "A shirt for a shirt?" I say as I grip the bottom of mine and then slowly lift it up and over my head. I'm not wearing a bra, and as I toss it away, my small breasts with hard, dark nipples are exposed before you.
Unbuttoning my shorts, i push them down as well until I'm standing in just my yellow thong.
"Holy shit," I gasp as I watch you expose your tits to me. "They're gorgeous, Mom!"
I notice you stick your chest out a bit as you slide your shorts off, and it makes my dick throb so hard that I'm afraid of cumming in my shorts. I quickly unfasten them and push them down, exposing my 4 1/2 inch erection to you -- to my mother.
I stand there with it sticking out from my body. Part of me wants to cover it up in shame, but part of me wants you to see it.
"Sorry I'm so hard, I just..." I mutter as I fight to keep my hands from covering myself or from starting to masturbate to you right here.
As I watch you push your shorts down, I nearly gasp as I see you expose yourself to me, and love how cute you look.
I give you a smile as I bite my lip. "That's more than alright, Joel. It's such a nice compliment in my opinion. I mean, I make my son that hard!" I say with a laugh. "And I know I probably shouldn't say it, but you have a really nice penis, baby."
It's clear that I'm enjoying this and I grin again. "So...I guess it's my turn, huh?"
I seem to be working myself up, then sigh. "Ok, here I go..." I bend over and push the thong down, slowly leaning up again and putting my hands on my hips. "I'm nude!" I say with a laugh.
I blush as you compliment my dick. And then when I hear you say you take it as a compliment, I feel so good. It's exactly how I want you to see it.
"You do, Mom, you always make me so hard!"
When you push down your panties, I get turned on by the panties themselves. I've jacked off into your silks so many times that they have a fetish power over me by themselves. But when you stand up, I gasp out loud.
"Oh, Mom! Oh, Mommy, wow!" I moan gazing at your shaved pussy.
"It's... you're so pretty. Oh, Mom, your pussy is so... oh fuck!"
I can't help myself, I immediately start to stroke my cock looking at your your tits, your pussy, your thighs. Then I look up and see you watching me, and I lose it.
My cum shoots out, covering the distance between us to strike your body, hitting your belly with a splat. The next rope shoots a little higher, hitting a breast.
I moan in ecstasy as I cum to you crying, "Mommy! Oh fuck, Mommy! Fuck!" and spray my cum onto your gorgeous body.
Eventually my orgasms subsides, and I stand there with my deflating cock in my hand, looking in horror at what I've done.
"Oh god, Mommy, I'm so sorry! Oh, what have I done?"
I'm unprepared for what happens as I hear you moan then begin to jerk yourself. I'm so shocked, in fact, that when you start to cum on me, I don't even move. I stay there, stunned as rope after rope of your load leaps from your cock to spray across my body.
Part of me is frozen in place by the fact that you are literally cumming on me, and the other is the sheer amount and force of it.
My arms are stiff, half wanting to block the load, and have wanting to...do anything.
As you finish, I look down, my mouth agape as I see my whole front painted with your cum.
Despite the shock of it all, though, anger or disgust never even enters my mind. As i look up at you, though, I see the fear in your eyes and hear your apologies. I know I should be disgusted, or angry, but how could I be? You were obviously so on edge, and just seeing me made you jerk yourself off in the blink of an eye!
instead of being angry, you see me smile as I laugh.
"Ok, this definitely has to stay between us." I reach up wipe some off of a tit, feeling the substance between my hand and realize just how appreciative I am.
Seeing that you're still horrified, I give you a sweet, motherly smile. "I mean, I thought being hard was a compliment, but I had no idea you were going to give me a full body cum shot, baby." I say with a grin. To your surprise and shock, I don't seem in the least bit angry.
"Thanks for at least letting me get my clothes off first."
"You... you're not mad?" I ask ecstatically.
Then the fact that you said it was a compliment reaches my brain. As we stand before each other completely naked, I feel empowered to bare more than my skin. I bare my soul.
"Mom, I jack off to you all the time," tears fill my eyes as I admit it. "I think you're so pretty, so sexy. I steal your panties and take them to my room and smell them, imagining what your pussy must be like, and I jack off until I cum in your panties."
I gulp and wipe the tears from my eyes.
"You're the prettiest girl I know. I don't ever jack off to anyone else. Not even the hottest chick at school because I don't think she's as pretty as you. And I... I just... I love you, Mom. You've raised me all on your own, and I'm sure you don't know how to deal with a hormonal thirteen-year-old boy, and... but you're amazing and I just... I think I'm in love with you."
I look up into your eyes and wait to be rejected, slapped down, punished, or something worse. But saying it gives me a sense of relief. I take a deep breath and stand there.
I already knew half of it. I knew you liked me. I knew you jerked off to me. I knew you stole my panties, but I thought those were just the symptoms of a teenager.
But to hear you bare yourself to me...to hear you confess your perverted, disgusting love for your own mother....it's so...sweet. And disgusting. And wrong. And beautiful.
I bite my lip and you can see how touched I am. "Oh my gosh, baby...come here," I say as I open my arms and step forward, wrapping you in a hug.
I don't even care that we're nude, or that you're cum is squished between us. I just want to hold you.
"Thank you so much sweetheart. But you're wrong. You're the best son a mother could even hope to have and you've made my life so wonderful."
"And your obsession with me. Sweetheart, that is soo.....beautiful. It's been so hard living in this town where none of them men want to date me. Having you has always been my rock that I hold onto. But to know that you love my body so much...that's the nicest, hottest, sexiest thing you could do for me, baby."
Feeling our bodies pressed together, feeling my cum slide and stick between us, feeling the heat of your flesh against mine, my dick starts to harden again.
"Mommy, I want to date you. I love you. I want to... I want to be your boyfriend. I'll take good care of you, I promise. Just like you've taken good care of me. I'll get a job and buy you nice things, and I'll take you out to restaurants. And we won't tell anybody. They'll just think we're a cute mother and son, but I'll know. And you'll know. And, oh, Mommy I don't just love your body. I love everything about you. Your smile, your sense of humor, the way you make the best PB&Js in the world. The way you laugh at my dumb jokes. OH MOMMY," I cry out.
You feel my dick stiffening between us, and then I turn my head and press my lips to yours.
I hold you tightly as we press our lips together. It's an awkward kiss, but the passion is all that matters. I run my tongue over your mouth, feeling my heart race.
"Ohhh baby," I moan. "We can't do that. You're still just a boy." I say as I kiss you again, then run my tongue over your face. "You're my boy... but let me take care of you baby. You can take care of me later, but for now, let me take care of us. You'll still be my boyfriend, and you can fuck me, but I want to take care of my little baby. I want to take you to your favorite movies...and take you to dinner...and buy you all your favorite toys and games and suck your cock and let you pump your cum into my hot, milf body, baby."
My breathing is deep now and the passion is raw. "I want to take care of my kid...and love my kid....and fuck my kid..."
"Oh my god, Mommy!" I gasp.
It's everything I want. Playstations and pussy. A sexy girlfriend and a sweet mom. I fall in love with you even more.
"Mommy," I moan. "My dick is hard again, and I... I want... I want..." my moves over your lips, following the example you just set for me. "I want to fuck your pussy, Mommy. I need to fuck you, Mommy. I need you so bad."
I take my dick in my hand and rub it on your cunt. My body starts thrusting. I'm stabbing in the dark, letting biology and neurotransmitters guide me. All I know is that I am full of desperate want, yearning, desire, and you're the only thing that can quench me.
"Please, Mommy," I gasp. "I can't get it it. Help me. I need your pussy so bad."
My heart is racing as I realize this is it. I quickly collapse onto my back in the cool soft grass and pull you on top of me. It's only right that your first time should be on top. I spread my legs and reach between your legs, gripping your hard, solid shaft and guide it to me.
"OH GOD YES! I'm ready baby, I want you! I need you in my pussy, Joel. I need you to fuck me! FUCK ME BABY! FUCK MY TIGHT MOMMY CUNT!"
As I sink into your tight, wet hole, my world aligns into perfection. The sensation of my own mother offering her cunt to me and then embracing me with her hot, drenched pussy is the most satisfying pleasure I've ever known.
"Oh, Mommy, you're so hot... and soft... and wet," I moan as I revel in the sensations of fucking you.
"Oh god! I'm fucking my own mom! Oh, Mommy! Oh, YES! Mommy, you feel incredible! I love your pussy! I love your mommy cunt."
I hammer into you, my body taking over. Having already cum, I have more stamina than before. I look down into your sweet, desperate, loving eyes as my dick pushes into you over and over again.
Your mouth is so pretty. So inviting. I want it. I kiss it. Our tongues collide. Your legs wrap around me. Our souls unite. Your fingernails dig into my back. I come up, gasping for air and hear you whimper.
I'm doing that I realize. I'm making my mommy feel good in her pussy.
"Cum for me, Mommy!" I beg.
I have no idea what it means for a woman to cum, but I know I want it. I want you to feel what I'm feeling.
I remember your words "...let you pump your cum into my hot, milf body, baby..." and it happens. My balls clench tighter than they ever have before. I can't breathe. I see stars. Tears flood my eyes. My cock explodes as the hot jizz shoots out of my worn dick into my mother's womb. I want to cry out, scream, moan, but all I can do is hold my breath and then gasp.
You've made me feel more than I ever have in my life. I collapse onto you, panting.
The sensation was so incredible. Knowing the small, lithe body on top of me is my own son, that it's his cock pounding away at my cunt is too much. I've always been a screamer, and in the remote solitude of the woods, I don't hold back.
"YES! YES! YESSSSSS! FUCK MY TIGHT MOMMY CUNT, BABY! FUCK MOMMYS TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG HARD COCK! PUMP ME FULL, BABY! CUM WITH ME! CUM IN MY CUNTTTTT!"
You feel my whole body flex, lifting both of us as I cum with you. Feeling your sperm pumping into my sopping wet cunt sends me over the edge and you feel the soft, warm walls massage your cock as it spasms, milking every last drop of your cum out of your balls.
I hold you tight against me, my arms and legs wrapped around as I shudder.
"I love you baby.."I whisper breathlessly. "I love you more than anything in the world! Thank you, thank you so so much for making me cum...for fucking me...for loving me."
I kiss your face, your forehead, your ears. I can't get enough of you. My own offspring...my own child
I cup your face with my hands and make you look at me. "Joel...there is something I want you to know, right now and forever. I want you to be mine, and there is nothing I will not do. Never hesitate to ask for anything, baby...anything at all.
I smile down at you, not half understanding the implications of what you're telling me.
"Okay, Mommy. I promise!"
I lean down and kiss you. My body is made of bliss. You pussy is still stroking me, milking me as I deflate inside you. I lay my head down on your chest and caress your breast as I gaze at it, mesmerized.
"I know about... About my dad..." I say, afraid to look up at you. "About that night."
Silence hangs in the air, for a moment. I can hear your heart beating through your chest.
"I... jacked off as soon as I heard the story. It was just so hot. You're so... good-hearted. And it makes me sad that you haven't had a boyfriend since you got your belly filled with me."
I'm stunned into silence at first, but hearing how happy it made you, I smile and stroke your back.
"Mmm, well you are the greatest prize a mommy could ever hope for, baby. I'm not just saying that either. You are so special....to masturbate to me, and obsess over me, I'm so lucky to have you."
"I wish you could've seen how fully my pussy was of cum that morning...and out of all of that swampy mess...of all those loads, I was blessed with you."
As I hold you, I grin a little. "Did you know Principal mcGee makes me let him fuck my ass every 9 weeks?"
"What?" I gasp, amazed. I didn't even know that was a thing.
"How does that even work?" I ask, not the least bit disturbed by the fact that your boss is taking advantage of you sexually.
"My ass? Well, it's just like my pussy, but...different. It's not wet unless you lick it first, and it's a lot tighter usually."
Next: Part 2
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