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   This is the story of the perfect mum and her relationship with her only
son; some would say `intimate!' But it's not quite a happy ending,
depending upon whose viewpoint you're looking at.
   Mum and I have always been really close; presumably because she's
brought me up on her own which I know hasn't been easy.  I've never known
my dad and she doesn't seem too keen to talk about him, and to be honest,
Mum has always been both mum and dad to me; and she's fulfilled both roles
fantastically.  So who's my dad?  I don't know: I don't care!
   In fact, sometimes I feel sorry for some of my mates who live with both
of their parents because most of them don't get on with either.  They are
always really sullen and off-hand with their mum and dad, which when you
think about it, means that they're all alone; which is so sad.  I think
also the fact that I'm only 14 years younger than my mum means that we can
relate so much better to each other.
   I suppose that's why I'm always helping around the house trying to
please her.  I also work really hard at my school lessons.  I know that if
I pass all my exams I'll get a much better job when I eventually leave
school, but for me, the main imperative for working really hard at school
is to please Mum with my report at the end of term.  Last term she went
completely mental, bouncing off the walls when she read my report and
results!  I love it when she heaps loads of praise on me after parents'
night; she always takes me out for a pizza to say thank you.  I can't
remember Mum ever chastising me, let alone shouting at me.  I'm never
deliberately naughty; you might think I'm a 'goody two-shoes' but no, I
just couldn't bear to upset her.
   Not only is she the best mum in the whole world but she also looks
gorgeous; all my mates are dead jealous because they really fancy her. 
She's 28 but she looks ten years younger; her long blonde wavy hair, big
blue eyes and dazzling white teeth, all perfectly enhanced by expertly
applied make up give her an air of real class.  She teaches Pilates classes
at the leisure centre all day throughout the week and Saturday mornings
which of course does no harm to her figure and fitness levels.  Often I'm
nagged by starry eyed friends to describe: `what does she look like in the
raw?' I of course enjoy the attention so to string it out and feign loyalty
to Mum, I act all coy.  Of course I am fiercely loyal to my mum but just a
few `morsel descriptions' of her figure to a few chosen school pals is
hardly treachery is it?  Especially because Mum and I are both really open
and we often walk around the house completely butt naked.  In fact each
year, we go on naturist holidays, so I'm sure she'd have no problem - but
they don't know that now do they?  `About the size of large grapefruits'
and: `She shaves it,' are about as much detail as I go into, but they need
to plead to get even that much out of me.
   Sounds like I live in paradise don't it?  Well in most ways it is; I
love Mum dearly and I'm really happy with my life, but there is a dark side
to.  That started one Saturday morning last year.  I was having a lie in;
well that's not strictly true.  I was actually wide awake with a shoplifted
copy of `Men Only' in one hand, franticly rubbing my little cock up and
down.  I think her name was Zoe, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever
seen and here she was stark naked, legs wide apart with her dark pussy
crying out, `come and fill me!' She had lovely pert tits that looked almost
edible.  Never had I seen such a perfect, cute and sensational looking girl
before, and she was laid bare just for me.  Just a few more strokes to go,
I could feel my little tool swell by another centimtre, my cum starting to
travel when the door swung open:
   `Come on lazy bones......  Oh!' Mum stood in the doorway, naked and with
jaw dropped.  I was on top of the bed covers so I had nothing to cover my
exposed red throbbing member until instinctively I pulled the magazine
across to hide one half of my secret shame; the magazine itself was the
other half, but I had no way of hiding that.  That moment I just wanted to
disappear up in a puff of smoke, my face went white as my blood drained
away.  I braced myself for the imminent stress out that I knew I deserved.
I looked intently at my mum as she walked into the room, around the edge of
the bed before perching on the edge.  Her face was expressionless, my heart
beat like an over-wound clock.  Maybe she won't scream at me, maybe I'll
just get a lecture.  `I'm sorry,' we both said tandem.  I had to do a
double-take, I couldn't believe what I'd just heard, she'd caught me red
handed (no pun intended) jacking off with a porn mag and she was
apologising to me for it.  But why?
   I looked quizzically at her.  She smiled at me: `I should've knocked
instead of just barging in like that.' I breathed a huge sigh of relief,
the blood flowed back into my face, in fact too much, it was now beetroot
reddened with embarrassment .  `Awww...  You know there's no need to be
embarrassed, all boys and most girls do it: here, let me help.' She grabbed
the magazine by its spine and with a flip of her wrist slung it onto the
floor exposing my still hard little cock.  Even though she had seen it so
many times before, I still felt completely humiliated.  I had only recently
grown a triangle of thin black pubic down and I was sure she had never seen
my erection before.  Her face broke into a wide beam as she wrapped her
fingers around it and started to slowly rub up and down its five inch
length.
   I was used to the sensations of masturbation but carried out by
another's hand; they are doubled.  Within minutes my stream of sperm was
back on the move again.  I could feel my balls contract, I gasped.  Mum
immediately stopped and began to massage my scrotum and whilst this gave me
a relaxing feeling throughout my pubic area, my cum receded.  That is,
until she looked down at me with a 'naughty glint' in here eyes, then she
flicked her dangling hair behind her ear and lowered her head down towards
my cock, opened her mouth and clamped her lovely pink lips around its head.
Her thumb continued to massage the base of my stalk but her mouth engulfed
the other four inches and then she sucked; and sucked hard.  Hard, like she
was trying to suck a pea through a straw: the feelings and sensations
around my little member doubled again!
   `Mum, watch out!  It's gonna cum!' Ignoring my warning, she even
increased her suction.  Did she realise what was imminent?  I tried to
arrest the trail by tensing all my pelvic muscles but to no avail. 
Eventually I needed to catch my breath and as I did, streams of gooey
liquid belched out into her mouth and yet still she continued to suck and
swallow until every last rivulet dried up, and still she sucked more. 
Spasms shot through my pubic region and up and down my spine; in an instant
my dick became sorely tender and so I cried out, in agony - in total
ecstasy, then she stopped.  Licking around her glistening lips she assured
me:
`See it's perfectly natural, boys do it, and girls do it.  In fact, you
can help me out if you want to.' She took my hand and placed it on her
right breast.  I'd seen her tits innumerable times before but this was the
first time I'd actually touched one, well since I stopped breast feeding
that is!  I squeezed it.  It wasn't hard like I'd imagined it would be, it
was really soft and malleable.  I cupped it and squeezed it, it was
fascinating.  Each nipple is like a tiny dark sponge with a pip in the
centre.  She leaned over me and dangled her boob in my face and so I
instinctively opened my mouth, fastened onto the nipple and sucked it.  She
then took my hand again and pushed it down in between her legs to her
smooth cunny slit.  My finger tunneled in to find her flesh petals and
onwards towards her love tunnel.  Then, without warning, I felt a slimy
warm wet patch, ooze puss; by reflex I snatched my hand back.
   `Ugh it's all wet!' I exclaimed with horror.  She giggled:
   `That's OK silly; it's supposed to be all wet down there.  It shows that
you've got me all really excited.' Tentatively my hand returned, my finger
slid easily into her hole and for the very first time I felt what it's like
on the inside of a girl's cunt.  One side is all bobbly, the rest of her
love hole is silky, slippery-smooth; all the time more juices flowed
profusely.  She then poked her own finger inside her hole, took it out and
put it to my lips: `Taste.' I cautiously stuck the tip of my tongue out and
she touched it.  It didn't actually taste of anything.  `Now I want you to
return the favour; I want you to lick me, down there at my pussy for me.' I
looked at her in astonishment, looked down between her hips and considered.
I'd overheard boys gigglimg and talking about a girl sucking a cock; no-one
had ever mentioned licking a girl's pussy before.  Slightly repulsed at the
idea, obediently I nodded and pulled myself up into position with my head
between Mum's legs.  Her legs prised wide open, and as they did, her pussy
lips parted to reveal a pink pulsing blancmange-like interior.  Even now, I
can still remember that first time I smelt the fragrant waft of vaginal
incense easing up into my nostrils.  A thought then came to me; just over
fourteen years ago, I had slipped head-first out of this hole, now she
wants me to go back into it!
   Bravely I stuck out my tongue and with it I cautiously touched the tip
of her pink fleshy petals that protruded from her glistening, pulsing cunt.
So far so good, and even though this is the hole that sits on the toilet
and pisses, it had hardly any taste to it.  So with growing confidence I
slid my toungue right along her gooey crevice and into her hole.  I sucked
and slurped up her savoury juices; they taste like sweet white wine.  I
listened intently at her grunts and sighs.  Her guttural moans increased
both in volume and duration; the first time I'd ever heard such sounds from
a woman.  They were of course having an erotic effect on me and so I could
feel blood gushing back into my penis and the resultant swell.  She tussled
and struggled to maneuver her head round and then I felt her warm wet mouth
clamped back around my inflating cock.
   Disregarding the sensations welling up between my legs and the hardening
of my member, I continued valiantly to slurp at Mum's juices.  Within
minutes I was fully erect.  I assumed I was in for a re-run of a few
minutes ago, only this time I could freely discharge my sperm into her
mouth and enjoy it without panicking.  So I was taken aback when she pushed
me away and demanded: `Tim, please, I want you to do it - I want you to
make love to me!'
   I truly wasn't expecting that.  I thought this was just playing and
messing about, giving and getting really amazing feelings and having so
much fun on a Saturday morning.  This was now getting way too serious.  I
looked timidly down at my mum; naked, sweat beads glinting all over her
face, sprawled across the bed with her legs open wide.  She looked up at me
beseechingly.  That was it; I could never refuse Mum.  With my heart
pounding like a machine, I lifted myself up and knelt between her legs.  I
pointed my little dick at her cunt which seemed to glint at me in
anticipation; nervously I lowered it until it touched the entrance.  I
looked down at Mum for reassurance.  She smiled at me and nodded:
   `Go on; put it in!' Taking a deep breath and with a heavily amplified
pulse thumping in my chest, I slid my pulsing cock down into the unknown.
It slid easily, right in, whereupon I fell onto her, we were now connected;
my little cock was actually inside of her.  She grabbed the back of my head
and pulled my face to hers and we kissed.  But this was not the sweet
affectionate peck of a mother kissing her son; no this was a deep French
kiss of lovers.  `Right, now fuck me.  I want you to fuck me.' I knew about
sex, both Mum and school had explained all about the mechanics of this
procedure though I had no idea at the time that it would be my mum giving
me my inaugural session.  I began sliding my cock up and down, inside her
tunnel; very slowly at first but with quickening pace as my confidence
grew. She looked up at me; I looked down at her.  Her face was tensed and
her eyes hollowed.  Several minutes of us both grunting and gasping
followed and then I felt my cock swell even further as my hot sperm once
more made its way upwards and eventually pistoned deep into her incestuous
womb.  Mum cried out: 'Don't stop!  Go on, do it!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!'
   I collapsed breathless onto my mum, resting my head on her squidgey tit.
Her hands grasped my head, pulled my face to hers and she kissed me again,
her tongue slid into my mouth to dance with mine.  Then I could feel my
deflating cock sliding out of her pussy.
   `Ugh!  It's dripping,' she exclaimed: `Quick, outta the way!' I didn't
move but lay on her, silent but sickened.  Mum pushed me back onto the bed.
I said nothing, just contemplating the previous 30 minutes.  Oh my god,
I've just fucked my mum!  I'm only 14 and I've just lost my virginity - to
my mum!  How freaky sick is that?  Just imagine what everyone at school
would say if they ever found out about that; I'd never live it down. 
There'd be nothing else for it; I'd have to kill myself!  What had just
happened is something I'll never ever be able to even mention to anyone;
not best mates, future girl friend or wife.  No-one would ever understand
what I'd just done; and that I didn't put up any struggle or even object,
you could say it was my fault.  I felt repugnant and forever polluted.
   That night Mum invited me into her bed.  `Sorry Tim, I didn't change
your sheets after this morning; you'll have to sleep with me.' Once again I
didn't object but just went along with it, and yes you guessed: we fucked.
Not only that night but most nights since, we sleep in her double bed and
fuck.  She's shown me lots of different positions and ways of getting her
to cum.  After each time I feel like a complete weirdo and desperately wish
I'd said no that first time but each night it's impossible and Mum is so
persuasive, I'd hate to disappoint her by refusing and if I'm honest, sex
with my mum has become a compulsion that I'm no longer able to control. 
I'm no longer the class's golden boy at school.  While the lessons drone on
I reflect all morning, recalling every detail of the preceding night's
activities and I spend each afternoon eagerly anticipating that night's
steamy session.  I suppose if I'm honest with myself, I'm addicted to sex
with my mum.
   Last summer we went on our week's vacation.  We go to the same place
every year, Morfa Dyffryn on the west coast of Wales.  We hire a caravan,
pack the car and set off.  No need for maps because Mum knows the way;
we've been coming here since before I can remember.  If the weather is nice
we while away the day on the beach which stretches for miles, venturing
into the sea when the heat becomes unbearable.  Otherwise we hit the shops,
the cafes and perhaps a country walk in the Snowdonia mountains.
   Why are we so loyal to Morfa Dyffryn?  I mentioned before, Mum is a
devoted naturist and the beach there I'm told is the best nudist beach in
the UK, perhaps even the world!  We have also met and made lots of friends
there, all fellow naturists from all over the country.  I too have met a
few pals that I look forward to meeting again each year.
   The weather started off quite cold and cloudy so we spent the first two
days wandering around Harlech and Barmouth.  On the second day we were sat
in the Bath House Cafe in Barmouth, drinking tea and eating a dish of ice
cream.
   `Tomorrow's supposed to be a scorcher,' said the waitress cheerfully.  I
was pleased because I was getting bored with the meagre tourist offerings
these two tired seaside towns were able to offer, particularly as this is
the umpteenth time we'd been there.  Besides I was looking forward to
meeting Marcus, Aaron, Jemma and all the guys.
   The waitress was right; the next morning, bar a few mile high wispy
clouds, the sky was a lovely pastel blue.  With some urgency Mum and I
rushed breakfast, didn't bother washing up and packed our picnic bag into
our little Ford Fiesta and set off.  From the beach car park the beach
itself is a few hundred yards but once on the beach, we walk over a mile
along the shore to get to the naturists' section.  I've often mused why it
is that the beach is virtually deserted until you get to the naturists'
part which is packed full of naked bathers of all ages and sizes from small
kiddies to OAPs.  That first morning we arrived at 10:00 O'clock and so we
were among the first to get there but instead of pitching on the shore as
we normally do, Mum led the way into the dunes.  I asked why, disappointed
because we were going to miss all my friends.
   `You can come back here and meet them if you want; I just fancied a
change, that's all.' Onwards and upwards through the dunes we plodded,
carrying the hamper and towels which were weighing a ton.  Eventually we
reached a spot which Mum declared to be fine.  It was very secluded with
huge grass topped sand hills towering all around but it was miles away from
where we normally stayed and where all my buddies were.  We both laid out
our towels and peeled off all our clothes, folding them carefully.  Mum was
first to get naked and she of course looked fantastic; I was really proud
of her.  We applyied generous amounts of sun-block to each other, I scalded
Mum when she rubbed cream into my little weiner.  'Don't want it getting
burnt now do we?' We both lay down to take in the sun and start our all
over tan.
   After all our exertions we both fell asleep for a couple of hours.  Mum
woke me asking if I wanted a drink; through a bleary haze I said yes. 
Sipping my drink of orange juice, I noticed there were a lot more people
around than when we first arrived.  By the time I finished my drink I
noticed none of these people were sun bathing, instead they were clambering
over the sand dunes.  I also noticed that they were all naked men; no women
- just men; mostly middle-aged and old men.  I thought nothing more and
went back to sleep.  An hour later I awoke hungry and so I started to
fumble through the rucksack to retrieve some sandwiches.  I enquired:
   `Want something to eat Mum?'
   `Yes, I'll have a sandwich,' came her reply.  Tucking into the cheese
and tomato sandwiches I noticed now that some people were sat at the top of
the dunes looking down at us.  Some were stood up trying to look around as
though they were lost or looking for someone, lost.  I could just see the
faces of others hiding in the grasses at the top of the dunes, spying on
us. With all these men stood around and those looking down directly at us,
for the first time in my life, I felt quite exposed and embarrassed at my
nakedness.  The steep sides of the surrounding hills covered by creepy
staring onlookers was a natural amphitheatre and Mum and I were the
`attraction.'
   `Mum.  There's people up there, spying on us.' Mum looked up and smiled
mischievously at me.  She replied:
   'Well let's give them something to look at shall we?' Leaning over to
me, she pushed me back to lie down; then I felt her hand grasp my flaccid
little cock, squeeze it and start to rub up and down its short length.
   `Mum!' I cried: `Stop it!  Not here, not in front of all these people.'
I looked around, all the men were stood up, gone was any pretence of
nonchalance, they were no longer scanning the beach, instead they were
focusing their stare on what Mum was doing to me.  One by one, those hiding
in the grasses stood up and they too gawped at the spectacle that was
unfolding below.  I beseeched her: `Please Mum, not here in front of all
these people!'
   Ignoring my pleas, she continued working on my small member.  It
responded within seconds of her starting.  Quickly it swelled and soon it
was throbbing under her ministrations; the sensations increased when she
leaned over me and started sucking on it.  I genuinely didn't want this;
not in front of all those gawping people.  Still I was unable to resist so
I lay on the sand helpless, looking up at our gathered audience feeling
completely mortified.  Some were waving arms, motioning to others.  I
looked up at a middle aged man with grey hair; he just smiled down at me. I
then looked towards another man; he was tanned and completely bald. 
Without saying a word I looked to him to intervene, beseeching him with my
eyes.  I wanted him to shout down: `Oi - Stop it!  What are you doing to
that poor boy?' Instead, he took a couple of steps closer to the brow of
the sand dune so as to get a better view.  Then I could see him, running
his hand along the biggest cock I`ve ever seen in my life.  He wasn't going
to help me; instead he was publicly wanking that huge cock of his that
looked like a chair leg protruding from in between his legs.  It was
obvious that I was the subject of his fantasy; I felt a cold shudder.
   Mum's suction increased; my tool started to twitch and in front of an
audience of 40 to 50 people, it discharged its load of warm white cum
directly into her mouth; I couldn't help but let out a stifled mewl
followed by frantic gasps as she continued sucking on my by now,
ultra-sensitive cock.  When the suction stopped, that was my queue to get
up and bury my head in between Mum's legs and slurp on her warm, savoury
twat juices and somehow pretend to be oblivious to the crowd of morbidly
intrigued spectators looking down on us.  Whilst licking up her warm cunt
juices, I felt a hand compass my member, she started playing with it,
rubbing it frantically until it once again, swelled rigid.  To make sure,
she manoeuvred her torso round so that she could lock her mouth back onto
my little fleshy stump without interrupting my suction on her hot, wet
pussy.  We slurped, licked and sucked until we were both on the verge of
climax.
   `C'mon Timmy - fuck me!' came her instruction.
   Stating the obvious, I replied:
   `Mum, there's loads of people watching us.' She retorted with complete
indifference for the watching circle of witnesses:
   `Ignore them; just get it in and get fucking me!' I looked around;
numbers had doubled and still more were making their way across the distant
sand dunes towards our general direction, like vultures drawn by other
circling vultures.  I saw that two of the men were ogling at us through
binoculars so they could see every detail, close up.  I knelt up and
shuffled myself around to get in between my mum's outstretched knees,
timidly covering my small cock with my hands as best as I could.  Mum
raised her bum up off the towel to meet it, and it slid in effortlessly.  I
started to pump half-heartedly unable to avoid looking at each of the
gathered spectators many of who were masturbating whilst looking at us
intently.  I saw the bald man with the huge stump now sat down at the top
of the dune, staring at me while rubbing it.  Mum shouted at me:
   `Harder Tim; put your back into it!  - fuck me harder!'
   After a short while she pushed me off, turned over and got up onto her
hands and knees.  Dutifully I went behind her and slipped my little cock
into her wet expectant twat and started to pump in and out as hard as I
could.  Mum looked up and surveyed the assembled crowd.  From behind, I
couldn't see her expression so I had no idea what her reaction to them was.
A few minutes into this session whilst I continued furiously riding my mum
with quick thrusts, she raised her torso and pointed to the bald man and
motioned for him to come down the sand dune.  He duly obliged bouncing down
the dune, his face lit with glee like a game show contestant; all without
interrupting a single stroke to his huge extremity.  I guessed he was in
his early forties, tanned and about the same height as me but quite
stockily built.  For my part I continued fucking Mum as hard as I could,
increasing the tempo to as fast a pace as I could physically manage.
   The bald man knelt in front of Mum, wafting his mammoth stick in her
face, she grabbed it and locked her mouth around its purple cock head and
sucked it hard.  He looked across at me and smiled benevolently and then
his eyes rolled and his face contorted just as mine did when Mum sucked on
my cock.  Within minutes I felt the inexorable journey begin and seconds
later my cock swelled before spurting an abundant measure of thick, hot
white cum seed deep into her womb.
   Having fulfilled my duty, I quickly dismounted and grabbed a towel to
cover my nakedness from the watching crowd.  The bald man instantly took
the opportunity to shuffle around to the rear end of my mum; she was still
on her hands and knees.  I then watched him intently as he injected his
colossal baton deep into her cum-filled opening.  She drew short sharp
gasps as it slid deeper into her until it disappeared from view completely.
He withdrew and then plunged it back in and started to thrust.  The
visualization of this total stranger undertaking this most intimate act
right there in front of me and witnessed by a hundered or so creepy men
made my diaphragm constrict and my stomach churn.  I should be there doing
that, not him!
   His face reddened and his eyes bulged lasciviously as he grabbed my
mum's hips and lunged his tool deep down into her love-tunnel slamming his
hips against her buttocks with a clap.  The pace picked up and gathered
momentum resulting in a steady clap, clap, clap as flesh met flesh.  Mum
cried out, and again, and again with each spiteful thrus.  Clearly my poor
mum was in agony.  I could stand it no more so I stood up, disregarding my
towel falling onto the sand re-exposing me.  I had to intervene; I tried to
push him over; push him off of her, shouting:
   Stop it!  Stop it!  You're hurting her.' But to my astonishment I heard
Mum yell:
   `Fuck off Tim; just sit down and be quiet!' The man continued pummelling
my mum's cunt hard.  I could hardly bear to watch and listen to her howling
cries; I was convinced he was hurting my poor wretched mum.  I couldn't
understand why she just allowed him to do this to her.  My stare darted
from her, to him, back to her again.  Mum shook her head violently
presumably to overcome the agony she was enduring, her hair wafted about
uncontrollably; her dangling udder like tits swung and jangled around her
chest.  After what seemed like an age, I recognised the expression building
on the man's face; my poor mum's ordeal was drawing to an end if only she
could hold out for just a few more seconds.  Her face contorted with agony,
wailing, she tried in vain to crawl forward away from her tormentor, but he
held onto her hips in a vice like grip whilst voratiously pummelling into
her with his mutant-sized organ.  His face distended and he roared as he
injected her.  He must have pumped a lot of his cum into her because he
continued to slowly push with buttocks clenched, that outsized implement
deep into her for another full minute or two.  At last he released Mum
allowing her to flop breathlessly on the sand.
   `Are you all right Mum?' I enquired urgently.  I put my arm around her
and beseeched her: `Mum, speak to me!' Mum flopped and just sprawled out on
the towel, beetroot faced and still covered in thousands of sand specs,
trying to catch her breath.  The man stood up, turned around and without
saying another word, walked away along the path leading to the shore.  Most
of the other audience members also began to slink away, the show now over.
   Mum sat bolt upright; black eye makeup trickled down her cheeks.  She
called after the man: `Hey mister, whoever you are, I'm back here
tomorrow!' I looked at my mum in bewilderment; hardly believing what I'd
just heard.  She wanted to put herself through that torment again: but why?
   That had to be the worst day of my life.  The dark, sordid secret I dare
not even confide in anyone had been the centre attraction of a public
exhibition.  Not only that, but my mum found someone else better equipped
and better able to satisfy her carnal lusts than I could ever hope to.  So
now, would my fucking her ever be the same?  Or was I now even superfluous
to her requirements?  Maybe I'd just fucked my mum for the last time; in a
lot of ways I'm gonna miss it; I never thought I'd say this but I'm gonna
miss fucking my mum every night.
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