(Fm, inc, ped, nc)

If anyone had ever looked at Paul's chest or shoulder, his mothers secret may have come to surface long ago. As it happened, no one had ever had an opportunity, out side of the home, to see his young slender body and as such never saw the broken skin that was the only physical evidence of his mothers nightly habits.

At fourteen, Paul was a clever young man and knew his life at home was most certainly different from every other child in his class. Other than the fact that he was the only one in his class who had no father at home he imagined he was probably also the only boy in the class who was not allowed to wear clothes in his own home. He also only knew of only one other person in his entire year who had no siblings, the parents of the other children were obviously far more intimate than his mother and his father had been.

But Paul knew it was most likely that the fact that he and his mother had been having sex with each other for the past two years that set him apart from the rest of his school. It wasn't like Paul really had a choice in the matter, in fact it would probably be better to say that his mother had been raping him for the past two years. This unease on Paul's behalf didn't stop him from being able to get, or sustain, an erection though; as a boy on the brink of puberty an erection was as common as a chill in winter and his mother took full advantage.

Paul was, as I mentioned, a boy on the brink of puberty. He hadn't started yet but he had a feeling he would do soon as he had noticed the other boys in his class having started already. This was most noticeable in the changing room after P.E where all the boys would strip and get in the shower. All the boys apart from Paul. He always brought an extra pair of briefs on days where he had to play football or rugby, so he could wear them in the shower. The size and girth of the penises of the other boys in the class seemed to be much larger than Paul's, his being three and a half inches hard and some of the boys were at least that when soft. Although it didn't bother him too much, it was the teasing and bullying that he didn't like. He also had very boyish looks, his eyes were a soft blue and his hair a mousy brown. He was quite shy at school and so the girls didn't pay him much attention. In later years it was possible that he could become quite popular with the ladies at college and university. 

For now he was only popular with his mother. She adored him and treated him as she thought a real man should be treated. For the marks on his skin, although from bites that came from his mothers mouth were the result of what she deemed to be love. In the throws of orgasm, when she feared that the neighbours would hear her screams, she often resorted to clamping down on her sons soft skin. 

When Paul got home on Monday he went through the same routine he went through every school day. He kicked off his shoes before taking off his socks, his trousers, his shirt and then his underpants, folding each one and piling them neatly next to his shoes. He then took his school bag up to his room where he began whatever school work he had or instead he read.

At a quarter past five his mother came home, walking into the kitchen where she was greeted by her naked son with a kiss. His mother had to bend over for the kiss, as Paul was still quite a bit shorter than her, and as she did she placed his hands on her breasts which he would fondle through her thin clothes as her tongue entered his mouth. After the kiss she would then take a seat at the dining table where Paul would crouch in front of her. Like his own routine when he came through the front door there would now follow another routine in which Paul would undress his mother. 

The routine had been ingrained into his mind over the past two years and was second nature to Paul as was everything that happened each evening in his home.

Paul would start with the shoes, they were slip on shoes with a small heel which he would hold as he gently pulled it off the foot of his mother. He would do the same with the other before moving his hands slowly up his mothers skirt. His fingers would lightly brush the inner thighs of his mother as he had been instructed to do when he was first taught what she referred to as the art of undressing her. Once at her waist she would lift up her bum ever so slightly to allow Paul to softly pull down her tights and panties. Sometimes she wouldn't wear panties at all, but today there was a black pair waiting for Paul. These would be rolled up into a ball with the tights and put by the shoes. His mother would then stand, allowing him to unfasten her skirt, his arms reached round her waist and worked on the, sometimes tricky, mechanism that kept her skirt in place. As he did this his head would rest on his mothers chest. The dress would join the tights and panties on the floor and Paul would then move his hands to start pulling off his mothers shirt. She would once again bend down for this so Paul could slip it over her shoulders. 

Once naked his mother would peck her son on the lips before he gathered up her clothes and took them to the laundry room for the washing machine. She would then walk to the kitchen and begin preparing dinner. Paul was required to be around his mother as much as possible when at home. This meant that they bathed together, slept together and were both in the same room when the other was using the toilet.

Dinner usually ended at around 7:30 at which time the two would move upstairs into the en-suite bathroom attached to his mothers room. Although Paul had his own room it had only been used for his homework and occasionally, like on his mothers birthday, they had had sex on his bed since their relationship had begun.

Paul would turn on the shower and get in while his mother watched him for a minute or so from outside the cubicle. Showering was Paul's favourite part of the evening, he enjoyed the feeling of water dripping down and gently tapping his body. He wasn't sure why but it was always here that his erections happened. By the time his mother got in the shower Paul was always hard. He would also already have the soap in his hands, ready to massage it into his mothers skin. He would pay particular attention to her breasts as he washed her. His fingers would softly massage them as she leant back on the cool tiles of the cubicle. He would gently squeeze her nipples, sometimes leaning in for a quick suck, and the whole of her breasts for about five minutes, the whole time his penis being inches away from her moist cunt. Regularly his mother orgasmed while this was happening and tonight was no different. Paul felt his mum wrap her arms around him,pulling him up close to her body, as she began to slowly quiver, he knew not to stop what he was doing at this point and in fact pay particular attention to her nipples which he would squeeze harder. As with many other nights Paul leaned in and took his mothers nipple between his teeth, slowly biting down on the engorged, stiff piece of skin. His mothers head was leant back against the wall and her eyes were closed as she let out a high pitch grunt. Paul's cock brushed against his mothers cunt and he felt the warm liquid, which was mixing with the water as it leaked into her pubes, leak out of her cunt. 

When she was ready, his mother would remove his hands from her breasts, at which point Paul would go on to wash the rest of her body. This would mean Paul had intimate access to his mothers parts, his hands and fingers brushing through her pubes with soapy water, washing out the cum that had only been there for a minute or so; followed by him slipping a hand between her bum cheeks and pushing the soap gently against her ass hole which always resulted in a small gasp of pleasure from his mother. 

It was only now that his mother would begin paying more physical attention to her son. She would begin by lathering his skin in soap. Her hands slipped over his stomach, chest, cock and balls, softly massaging them all gently with her fingers. She would then take a sponge and, spending even longer sometimes than Paul did playing with her breasts, sponge down his skin. Once all of the soapy water was gone she would then get to her knees, enjoying the feeling of the hot water falling on her back. She took her sons cock in her mouth, easily fitting it all in but enjoying it all the same as she would a larger one. This was more for her benefit as she loved her sons body. Over the years Paul's exposure to sexual intercourse meant that he could last for for a few minutes inside of his mothers mouth. He could feel her tongue as it wrapped itself around his cock and swilled it around in her mouth as her hand pulled softly on his small shrivelled ball bag. He would find himself grasping at his mothers hair as he entered the final moments as the feeling built up inside of him and as he orgasmed. Instead of holding his head back and closing his eyes, he would look down and look into the eyes of his mother who would look lovingly back into his with his cock still in her mouth. 

Paul's mother would dry herself before taking a separate towel into the bedroom with Paul where she would begin to towel him down herself. She would pay particular attention to his cock so that within a matter of minutes it was once again rock hard. As normal, at this point, Paul would pull back the duvet on top of the bed and lay down on the bottom sheet, fully exposed to his mother. She would then straddle the boys waist, slowly lowering herself down onto his penis. She was heavier than him and Paul could feel her weight and he knew, as he always knew, that there was no way he could shift her with his small frame. He would move his hands back to her breasts, where they would once again begin squeezing and massaging her nipples, as she began to slowly raise and lower herself on his cock. 

His mother had obvious experience  when it came to sex as she knew how to fully control her son while in this position. Soon the raising and lowering became rocking back and forth as she began to get into a rhythm. Although her son wasn't as large, by any means, as many of her former lovers, she felt so close to him at this point that her ecstasy seemed to be drawn from a completely different place and that the sexual act was simply a way of channelling it. As his mother continued with her controlling and overbearing moves Paul would continue to massage her breasts and her nipples, he knew that he would only start to pinch them when her breathing became gasping and that for now he could concentrate on the feeling in his cock. He could feel his foreskin being pulled back and forth with every movement on his mother he couldn't help but let out a little gasp himself at the feeling. His mother felt a surge of pleasure at her sons own ecstasy and leant down and kissed him deeply, her tongue pushing against his as her movements became far quicker and rougher. 

Paul could feel himself sinking further into the mattress as his mothers movements became stronger. He could hear her begin to moan and a second later her lips were locked onto his shoulder and her teeth were digging into his skin. Paul closed his eyes and moaned loudly at this. He still couldn't quite understand how biting felt so good while having sex when at any other time it hurt quite a bit. His mothers lips left his skin and as he heard her gasping he dug his fingers deeper into the flesh of his mothers breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples, once again his mothers teeth bit into him but this time around his nipple as a muffled moan rippled against his skin. He felt his mothers cunt tighten around his cock and he moaned again. She came first, her hands moving from the pillow to her sons head, grasping his hair as she lowered her face to kiss him passionately. As soon as he felt his mothers lips on his, Paul's own orgasm began. His orgasm always felt better than it appeared and he felt the small amount of sperm spit out of the end of his cock and into his mother. 

Paul felt his penis begin to whither soon after his orgasm appeared to have ended. His mother was now still, while on top of him, catching her breath as she broke the kiss between them. As was normal, she slipped off of him and lay down beside him on the bed before pulling the duvet up to where it met Paul's chin. They kissed again before his mother thanked him as she did every night. Paul would turn away from her, allowing her to wrap her arm around him. They didn't clean up the juices from their most intimate of acts, they would be cleaned off in the wash tomorrow when Paul would do the laundry again. Paul always enjoyed  feeling the breath of his mother on the back of his neck and although the actions before may have somewhat confused him and left him vulnerable, he enjoyed the feeling of the tickling the hairs on the back of his neck and would smile when she sometimes kissed the red teeth marks on his shoulder before drifting off to sleep.