Title:  In Euphoria

Author: The Purvv

Email: purvv@operamail.com

Story Codes: mother son inc m(13)F

 

 

 

 

 

Note from The Purvv:  This story can also be found at www.storiesonline.net, a site that all serious readers of erotica should visit.

 

 

 

Part 1

 

They say that truth is sometimes stranger than fiction. I often get emails saying that the e-mailer is in an incestuous relationship and wants me to write the story. Before I do so I usually go through a few routines trying to verify the accuracy of the story. This one took a couple of different twists. One being that Euphoria (the mom) only wanted my help in getting the story posted. She would write it herself, she said. To prove the truth of the story she sent me pics of her and her son. 'Okay,' I told myself, 'now I've got you.' I then directed her to send me pics of the two of them in poses that I directed. That way there could be no doubt of the accuracy. Two days later she emailed every single pose that I directed. That might not be 100% proof to anyone else as to the certainty of her story, but it is to me.

Upon reading her story, one thing caught my attention. I felt that if it was read 'as-is' the reader might enjoy it more if better informed. The author agreed to allow me to tell you in this prelude that she began having fantasies about her son about a year before this story started. I think when you read this it will be pretty obvious why she chose to send it to me. – The Purvv

 

F or the past year it had become a daily ritual for Buddy. Each day, as soon as his 8th grade class let out, he would hurry home to his empty house, where he would enter his own secret world of fantasy. Even as he hurried up the front steps, he realized that when he was finished he'd swear to himself that he would never do it again. Yet even now, he knew that that would be a lie.

He walked into his house and went directly up to his room; never going into the kitchen. Had he done so, he would have seen the keys on the table and realized that his mother was home. As far as he was concerned he just assumed that she was still in work, so he had free run of the house. His father had passed on two years earlier.

He went into his room, dropped his backpack onto his bed, powered up the computer, kicked off his shoes and socks, and headed for the bathroom. After taking a leak he walked over to the hamper in the corner, hoping to get lucky, which only happened infrequently because his mom usually took a shower and changed her panties the night before. In the morning she would throw the stuff in the washing machine. Sometimes, though rarely, she showered in the morning, and then he just might find a worn pair. Unfortunately for Buddy, on most afternoons he usually had to settle for a clean pair from her drawer.

Bonanza! His mother's panties were there, right on the top of the other few things within the hamper. He bent down to pick them up and a flush actually ran through his face. They were damp! Only once before had he been that lucky!

Nervously his fingers exposed that wet crotch area and his eyes riveted on the spot. He never gave any thought as to why they would be so freshly moist if his mother had put them in the hamper in the morning; he was too excited.

He brought the silk garment up and hurriedly pushed the crotch area to his nose. The aroma that filtered into his nostrils caused the 13-year-old boy to get an instant hard-on. The smell of his mother's cunt was awesome. He kept his mouth closed while his nostrils breathed in deeply. His cock twitched within his jeans as the odor permeated throughout his head. He actually began to lick, kiss, and suck at the dampness, in addition to breathing in the wonderful aroma.

Buddy was in his glory. He was tempted to pull out his aching pecker and finish himself off right there in the bathroom, but he wouldn't allow himself to do so; that would ruin the afternoon. Nonetheless, he didn't want to give up on this nectar so soon. He breathed in again. 'Oh my goddddd!' His pants were wet from the rush of pre-cum that leaked out of his steel-like pole.

His left hand continued to tantalize his nostrils, pushing and holding the crotch against his nose, while his right hand began the process of stripping the clothes from his body. He quickly pulled his sweater over his head, baring his upper body. He dropped his hands. First the jeans fell down his legs and then, while still holding the panties to his face in his left hand, he pushed his jockey shorts down and kicked them off of his ankles with his free hand. Then he straightened up.

Standing there, naked from the waist down, he breathed in the last breaths from within the panties. He was reluctant to stop; yet he knew he must. Finally, with determination he pulled his hand away from his face and brought the silkened garment down, holding it out in front of him. It was so exciting to think that it was a source that often caressed his mother's naked body and cunt.

Time to move on, he told himself.

Bending down, the young boy brought his hands down and he raised his leg and placed his foot into one of the panty legs. Then he did the same with the other. Gently he slid the garment up his body, until his hardened balls were nestled in the crotch and the exciting silk held his hips. The boy's rock hard prick stuck out, almost grotesquely. It was so tight and so hard he imagined that with only a little effort it could be forced right through the material. It twitched and he leaked out some more pre-cum from his excited member.

Finally, totally naked except for the panties, he walked back to his bedroom, leaving the door open, not knowing he wasn't alone in the house. He walked to his closet and dug out his 'special mag' from its hidden cove in the back. Carrying it over to where he sits at the computer his free hand rubbed his throbbing cock within his mother's panties. He placed the book on its special rack on the desk, standing upright facing him, alongside the monitor. With determination now, he sat down, grabbed the mouse and clicked on the ‘Favorite’ button on the browser: Stories Online, it read, and when he clicked on that it automatically brought him to the pages of his favorite author, The Purvv (you expected me to put someone else?)

Then he glanced over the selections to see which story he would 'read' today. He'd read them all at least a half-dozen times. He chose his favorite: 'An Incest Victim Grows Up' the one that seemed to arouse him the most. He clicked opened the story and began reading. As usual he would save the mag until the end. As Buddy read, he pushed his hand into the panties, grasping his throbbing prick within his fist and gently stroking. Usually he would pull the panties down to his knees but because this garment had held her mom's moistness he wanted the crotch closer to his prick. He pushed them off slightly, only enough so that his prick could pop free and he could freely stroke it. The panties remained around his balls.

As he read the highly erotic story, his hand started pumping faster. This story was of a mother and her son fucking which only added to Buddy's excitement as he mentally visualized his own mom. In his mind she was totally nude and lying before him. He could almost see her cunt in his mind's eye. His hand was flying now on his enflamed prick. He was groaning quite loudly, but there was no one there to hear him...

(From her own bedroom next-door, Euphoria heard her son's moans.)

He was only at about the halfway part of the story and he was almost ‘there’ already; the finding of those wet panties really started him early. In the story the mother was sucking wildly on her son's cock. Buddy knew that he only had a couple of minutes before he himself erupted. He paused in his stroking only long enough to open the mag to one of his self-created porno pics. Then he began stroking himself in earnest while his eyes moved wildly and frequently from the story on the screen to the picture in the magazine.

The body of the girl in the picture was so hot looking; she had a huge dildo that she was pushing into her opened twat, which was an arousing glistening pink. Her legs were spread grotesquely wide.

As Buddy pulled frantically on his rock-solid cock, his eyes ran over that hot looking cunt and then moved up to the face that he had spent so much time in perfecting. It had taken him hours to do but to anyone that didn't study that picture with a keen eye, it would never be known that that face didn't come with the magazine. Buddy had managed to put the picture of his mother's face atop the hot looking naked girl and it seemed to belong.

As the bolts of pleasure grasped his tightened balls and began to erupt, Buddy's wild eyes riveted to the picture. He had no way of knowing that his mother had silently walked into the room and was standing only inches behind him. The whole of her son's perversion was exposed before her: The Purvv, The Pic and The Panties.

Buddy was groaning loudly as his young prick erupted, while a sickened and disgusted Euphoria turned and walked out of the room, tears starting to run down her cheeks. Either a glimpse of her movement, the sound of her retreating footsteps, or the creaking door that she bumped into, registered in his mind.  As the final shots of cum emptied from his cock and balls, and the sound of the closing of his mother's door reached his ears; reality suddenly registered in the boy's brain.

At best she only heard him, and at worst, she saw him. If the latter, he wondered, how much did she see? As his prick shrunk to below normal size his panicky mind began jumping. His eyes flashed from the monitor to the magazine...The Purvv and The Pic. He could feel the silk around his thighs and balls...The Panties...

In a frenzy, he hurriedly shut down the computer. He picked up the magazine and almost ran to his closet. He pushed it into the hidden space and grabbed his robe, which he rarely wore; he needed it now to retrieve his jeans from across the hall. He threw it on and stealthily hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind him as soundlessly as possible. He pushed his mother's panties down off his legs and rapidly replaced them on his body with his jockeys and jeans. He picked up the panties from the floor and tossed them into the hamper, along with his robe.

He paused, realizing that his heart was racing about 100 miles an hour! Panic was gripping him. If she had seen or heard why hadn't she stopped him? Maybe he was mistaken? No he had heard her and he was even pretty sure that he had seen her out of the corner of his eyes. What should he do?

 

 

Part 2

 

I t was ten minutes before Euphoria began to calm down and think somewhat rationally. Although an occasional jolt from a pent-up sob caused a tremor to wrack through her shoulders, she was much calmer now. Her initial thought of suicide quickly passed on, yet she still felt that she was somehow to blame for what she had just witnessed.

Her initial reaction of disgust toward her 13-year-old son slowly began to dissipate. It wasn't so much the fact that Buddy was masturbating that freaked her out; after all, that was a natural thing for teens to do, she conceded. It was everything else. She had been close enough behind him to see the words on the top of the screen: 'An Incest Victim Grows Up' with a story beneath. She had been close enough behind her son to see him jerking frantically on his young manhood. She had been close enough to see her panties around his hips and up upon his balls. She had been close enough behind the boy to see that picture, which from where she was standing actually seemed like it was her that was pushing a dildo into that wide-open gash. She was also close enough to hear his hot moans which, god forgive her, caused her to become wet.

Once she had rushed into her room and threw herself onto her bed, on her stomach, her initial reaction of disgust immediately changed to horror. Knowing full well what Buddy was fantasizing about, she suddenly began to think that she had somehow encouraged the boy, perhaps sub-consciously. And that thought was her worst anguish.

After all, hadn't she herself begun fantasizing about him as far back as a year ago? On some nights hadn't she actually felt a flush when she happened to see her son look her over? She had never thought that he had any sexual thoughts towards her, but she could occasionally see the look of admiration in the young boy's eyes, and that sometimes excited her. Didn't she actually masturbate and fantasize about him more than anyone else? Maybe, just maybe, without even being aware of what she was doing, she under-dressed, or sometimes purposely dressed sexily around the house...?

Finally, she thought of one of her favorite subjects...genetics - - And that was what finally calmed her down. She rationalized that if she herself had been harboring these incestuous thoughts, wasn't it likely that there was a certain gene in Buddy’s blood that caused these secret hungers? Ever since she began to secretly fantasize about her son, hadn't she continuously been wondering how she could be doing that? Hadn't she even started to wonder if her brothers, father, or mother had ever felt these urges?

Buddy knocked on her door.

She took a deep breath, turned and sat up on the side of her bed, taking care to make sure that the hem of her skirt was down at her knees.

"Come on in hon," she spoke out, just loud enough for him to hear.

Her son opened the door and stood in the doorway. Euphoria looked at him with love and sadness. She knew the young boy had to be going through hell, probably more than she was going through. She realized he had to know that she had seen him. For what seemed a full minute their eyes held onto one another, inquisitively. Finally she patted the bed alongside her. He seemed to smile somewhat from relief and he tentatively walked to her. Momentarily he stood looking down at his mother, still not sure of himself.

"Sit, sweetie," she told him gently.

He nodded his head and finally sat alongside her.

"I'm sorry, ma..." he whispered; the guilt and shame in his voice was obvious.

She nodded. Her mind was a myriad of piecemeal thoughts that she was trying to sort out to help the boy...and maybe even herself. As her mind tried to make some sort of sense of things to put into words, the young mother looked at her 13-year-old son, who was not quite half her age. He was sitting nervously by her; his upper body bare. To her chagrin she couldn't help but to look at his naked chest; at his handsome, still boyish features; almost feminine.

Finally, she spoke, "I know hon, I, er, under...How long have you had that picture in that magazine of me, sweetheart?" This was a question she felt that she had to know.

Buddy paused, as fear gripped him, then he let out a breath and lowered his head. "About six months," he muttered, so quiet he almost couldn't be heard."

Euphoria's thought process was awhirl. She knew that she could do her motherly duties and end this thing now, but she was also wise enough to know that it would keep returning in one form or another without some sort of closure.

"Is it always me...?" she asked.

Her son looked up at her and she realized that he hadn't understood the question.

"When you masturbate...Is it always me that you think about?" As she asked this she was surprised to realize that she was so excited that her heart had begun beating faster.

Unable to speak, he nodded.

Okay, she thought. Here we go. She reached out with her hand and so very gently placed it under her son's chin and turned his face toward hers. She looked down into his frightened eyes and smiled.

"It's okay, baby, I understand, more - - much more - - than you know."

He was about to inquire as to her meaning when she shushed him.

Then Euphoria took a deep breath and continued, "I want...Let me try to explain this hon."

Her mind was still jumping from place to place and from time to time. This had to be said to the boy.

"I guess what you did is wrong. And I should be punishing you...hell maybe I should be taking you to a shrink, ya know? [Long pause] What I'm going to say is going to maybe surprise you...or confuse you...right about now I'm pretty confused myself, baby. [Another pause] I...what I'm...you gotta keep this our secret what we talk about here, right?"

The youngster was totally mystified, but he nodded and whispered, "Yeah, mom, I will...Whatsa matter? Is something...?"

"No sweetie, it's...nothing's the matter...Well it is but...er...Look hon. You, er know how you've been thinking about me, right? And what you're doing and all?"

He nodded, with that ashamed look on his face again.

"Sweetheart...Mommy's doing that too..."

Buddy looked up at his mother and she could see that he didn't have the slightest idea what she was talking about.

"Honey, your body makes you do that right?" After he nervously nodded she continued, "Well that's what happens to people...girls and boys...their bodies have needs. Sometimes...most times we aren't even aware...so we're able to control ourselves. Sometimes something triggers us off. I guess that you growing up and looking at girls and being around me...after all I'm probably the only girl you've even seen naked, that time in the bath and that time in my bedroom...Well your body...your hormones are acting up. [Real long pause with an intense stare into his eyes]. Well I...I get that way too. Your daddy used to be here and he...er, he satisfied my body's needs. But since he's gone I haven't, er, I haven't had a man to do that."

Her son was looking at her with wonder that she would be discussing this with him. Here goes her life, she told herself. No telling where this was going now but she had to do it.

"Buddy, I get those feelings too. Maybe they are different for a female than a male, I don't know. But I...I need and want, too. And like you I fantasize also. [The longest pause of all]. And like you baby, I fantasize about you..."

His eyes widened as the realization of what his mother had just confessed to hit him. He head was scrambled. He had been expecting his mother to holler and maybe even hit him. What did this all mean? How could she actually be thinking of him as he did of her? Maybe she didn't really understand his fantasy?

Their eyes held and he saw a nervous smile on her face. This was all real, he told himself. What does he do now?

"Can you tell me about you now?" she asked quietly. "What, how you got that way? What do you do?"

"I guess...I, I'm not positive when it started, if it was that first time I saw you in the tub or not, but I just...Mama," he whispered in anguish, "a lot of times I get hard just by looking at you..."

She smiled weakly. "You like my body?"

He seemed relieved to be able to talk about it. "It's...Mom your...butt is hotter than Jennifer Lopez' is...Do you know who she is?"

Euphoria nodded, a small smile playing at her lips.

Suddenly, in rapid fashion, he continued; almost as if he didn’t say it then that he’d never be able to say it again. "And I started looking at pictures of you and that magazine and I wanted to have a picture of you naked so I put your face on some of those pictures in the magazine. And when I jerk...masturbate...I read one of those stories from the net...there's a guy that writes stories that make me soooo hot...well I read his stories and look at your picture and I make believe I'm doing it to you..."

The young mother couldn't believe how wet that she had gotten simply by listening to her son. Euphoria knew now for sure that she wanted both of their fantasies to come true.

She again paused and looked hard and deep into the boy's eyes. She could swear that she could see the lust in them, even through their innocence.

"Buddy, do you want to touch J Lo's ass?" she whispered.

Suddenly his prick came to life, expanding to its full size within his jeans. He nodded his head rapidly with short movements.

Euphoria was into this whole fantasy thing now. "Do you think that you could print out one of those stories and bring it in and maybe read it to me?"

The boy was suddenly aware. Almost mindlessly he rapidly nodded his head and hurriedly rushed from the room; his inner pants wet with pre-cum.

 

 

Part 3

 

B oth mother and son now knew what was about to happen. As Euphoria removed her clothes, letting them fall into a pile alongside the bed, her thoughts rationalized the situation. No longer did the church matter. No longer did the taboos of society matter. All that mattered was her son. As much as she wanted him, she may have been able to avoid this moment forever; however, the boy’s own obsession for her changed all of her fears. She slid the soaking panties down her legs and dropped that last article of clothing onto the pile. Then she lifted the bedspread and slid beneath it onto her back, bringing the cover back up to her neck.

She didn't have time to have second thoughts and quit, because just as she settled down there was a knock on the door and Buddy stepped in and paused. He held some papers in his hand. The nervous tension in the room was almost unbearable as fear and apprehension shuddered through them both.

When his mother didn't give any signal to him at all, other than to cast her eyes directly upon him, Buddy nervously walked into the room toward the bed on which she was lying. As he neared on shaky legs his eyes moved about, as would a frightened animal's. The pile of her clothes was then only a step away from his feet, and he looked down. The 13-year-old boy caught his breath at the sight.

Seeing his mother in bed with the bedspread pulled up to her neck, along with everything that he had just seen her wearing now on the floor, told him it all. The boy’s prick was rock solid within his pants. He was still in only his jeans and underwear. He looked down at her things once more. Euphoria smiled when she heard him groan as his eyes obviously landed upon her moistened panties.

She had never felt so excited, so evil, and so vulnerable. Right now, after deciding to go through with this, her mind felt so free and alive that she would have done anything that her boy requested. She was actually trembling within. Her eyes eagerly watched his as he obviously felt that he had died and went to heaven. She giggled to herself, feeling somewhat schoolgirlish.

Swallowing nervously, she whispered, "Take your things off baby."

Buddy's eyes looked up at her almost as if he were in a panic. This was his dream, his fantasy. Yet it was also his mother. He couldn't help but suspect that maybe she didn't really mean this, that maybe she was trying to teach him a lesson. Even though he was holding the story in his left hand he managed to nervously open his belt and unbutton his jeans, his mother's eyes moving from his face down over his youthful body to his trembling hands.

Finally, letting all caution go by the wayside, the boy pushed his jeans and jockeys down his legs at the same time. Stepping out of them he stood up straight and shyly displayed himself to his mom.

Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think that her life would ever come to this moment. Her eyes moved to her son's rock-solid hard-on. She had seen that thing so many times in his life, but never had she looked upon it as she did at that moment...with lust! It reminded her so much of her husband's, yet was slightly more full and oh, so much smoother. In addition, the boy was almost hairless. The sight caused her inner body to tingle and flush. A feverish sensation was starting to expand deep within her.

Euphoria was feeling wanton now. Looking up into her son's eyes she suddenly threw the bedspread completely off of her body and tossed it to the side of the bed.

The look on the boy's face was the most exciting, wonderful sight that she could ever have experienced. His eyes were laced with fear, and a look of total lust began to shadow his features. He was going to fuck his mother! His gaze ran hungrily over the flesh that until now he had only seen fleetingly and could only fantasize about so fully.

His eyes dropped to her feet and studied her little toes and slender ankles. And then they began their journey slowly up the exciting looking flesh of her 5'6" body; the light creamed color skin had a glisten to it. His cock jumped involuntary as his eyes moved past her knees to the thighs, which she had nervously but purposely parted for him; enough so that he could see her hungry pussy.

The wonderful sight of his mama's hot body was as exciting as any sex itself could be. For the rest of his life this would be the greatest moment he would have experienced. Euphoria watched her son's eyes as they honed in on the mons pubis. He now saw what his eyes had only momentarily glimpsed in the past. His own mother’s pussy with it full bush of tiny auburn curls. It was everything that he fantasized about and his cock twitched fiercely at the sight. His mouth became dry and his heart was racing.

It was an effort for him to tear his eyes away; to move them slowly up over her flat belly and up to the pair of tits that he had remembered: small, but so exciting looking, with their protruding nipples. He was holding back from just rushing to her and grabbing them and kissing them; afraid that she would object.

His eyes continued traveling up to the crown of red hair that surrounded her beautiful face, shorn of any make-up except a touch of red on her full lips, those same lips that he thought so often of kissing. He looked into his mom's blue eyes and the tears she had earlier shed had left a slight swollenness that caused her to have a wanton lustful heat about her.

His cock couldn't have been any harder than at this moment.

"Com'ere, baby," she whispered, and patted the bed by where she lay.

His legs were unsteady as he moved to her and immediately he sat alongside of her, bending momentarily to place the papers on the floor. For long tender moments, mother looked up into the eyes of son. Life was over; life was just about to begin. She reached out and clasped one of his hands in both of hers and with their eyes intent upon each other she took her son's hand and brought it to her chest, where she released it upon the flesh of her small breast. She moaned as she watched his eyes widen in surprise.

"Mama?" he whispered nervously. "Can we...Can I k-kiss you?"

Her heart flipped. Here she was willing to give her all to her son and the only thing he cared about at that moment was kissing her. How wonderful. She felt tears rushing to her eyes at the wonder of the moment. Looking up into the boy's eyes she nodded.

Buddy took a deep breath and then lowered his face down to his mother's. He wanted to kiss her more that touch and fuck her, he thought. Just as his mouth was almost upon hers he saw his mother's lips part, and at that sight he groaned and plunged his mouth onto hers. This was about the only thing that he had any experience with, although he was still a novice. No matter.

His mother opened her mouth and started the teaching attack, shooting her tongue upon his lips and licking around them for a good half-minute before plunging it between and into his mouth. Both mother and son were "mmmmm"ing into each other's mouth and the boy instinctively began to suck on her exploring tongue. Her hands had moved up to the back of his head and pulled his face down fiercely onto hers, leaving his hand free on her breast to squeeze the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

As their mouths attacked each other the naked boy climbed up onto the bed and brought his body alongside and into hers. The heat from them both was tremendous. Buddy moved halfway onto his mother's body and they continued on, like two lovers who had been quarantined from each other for a lifetime. They were acting almost desperate as they continued with the fondling, kissing and moaning.

Suddenly, unable to help himself, and not knowing any better, he began to push and pull his body into the heat of her hip. Euphoria realized that the boy was getting ready to come as she felt him thrusting his hard prick into her. She wasn't ready yet. She wanted this - - their first time together - - to last forever. She held him tighter and worked her mouth harder as she felt him pumping against her. Let him come, she thought. That should calm him down for a little while.

"Mmmmmmm" Buddy was humping her hip hurriedly now as he felt the buildup within his loins. He knew that he was going to come but didn't know how to stop it. "Ohhhh Maaaaaa, nnnnnnnnn..."

Suddenly she felt the hot liquid squirting over her leg and hip and as he was shooting and pumping against her she brought one hand to his nipple and pinched gently, causing wilder sensations within him. A final huge blast erupted before minor ones followed.

Finally he stopped. "Oh mama...I'm sorry...I couldn't stop...I..."

She interrupted him with a giggle. "It's okay hon...You had to...I wanted you to. This way, your body won't be in such a hurry next time."

"I...Can...Are we going to do more...?"

"Sweetheart. We're going to do more tonight, tomorrow and for as long as you want to..."

"I'll want to forever, mama."

"You'll tire of me, baby." Then when he started to protest she continued, "Yes you will, but that's all right. We'll have had the greatest love any mother and son could, whether it lasts for a day or a lifetime. Just as long as there're no regrets. And sweetie...? No one but us should ever know...remember?"

Buddy nodded and then rolled over alongside of her, catching his breath.

"I love you mama," he whispered as he reached down and held her hand.

"I love you too, sweetie."

She lay there a long time patiently waiting for him to calm down, and then finally she said, "Hey...What about that story you were going to read me?"

 

 

Epilogue

 

A s of this writing, almost a year later, Euphoria and Buddy are still involved in their incestuous affair. She told me that during those first few weeks, with her son reading my stories to her, she was able to teach the boy what my words meant. I’m thrilled that they actually had all of my stories bound into two books and rarely a night goes by where one of them isn’t reading a story of mine to the other. I’m told that’s almost as exciting as the sex itself :)

 

The End