 F/b Incest Pedo Cons
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never be 
this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
    
  Son
    by Pedro Feelya
    
    I was lying back against my pillows. My lotion covered hand caressed my penis while my other hand 
cupped my balls. I had my eyes closed as I remembered seeing Julie's panties, as she had bent way over a wall 
to get a ball. The sensations of pleasure that ran up and down my shaft tingled through my whole body and took 
my breath away. 
    Masturbating was still pretty new to me. I had always gotten uncomfortable stiffies, usually at inconvenient 
times. Sometimes I had rubbed it and it always felt good. But now there was a burning feeling the made me 
hunger for more. My voice had already started to deepen and I knew that I would soon grow hair all over my 
body. The last two times I had masturbated, I had leaked and squirted sperm out of my piss hole. I wasn't too 
worried. I had read about stuff like this and now it made sense. 
    I remembered Julie's panties were tight on her butt and showed a little crease up the middle where her cock 
should be. If I concentrated and squeezed my eyes shut hard enough, I could imagine touching her.
    Always worried, I opened my eyes to glance at my bedroom door. 
    I froze.
    Mom was standing there, inside my bedroom. 
    I was dead. I was so very dead. Adrenaline poured through me and heightened all my senses. I could smell 
the lotion. I could hear the birds outside and the TV in the living room. I could feel my skin turn cold as sweat 
suddenly poured from me.
    Suddenly I was desperate. I was trapped. Maybe I could hide what I was doing. Mom was already inside my 
door and the door was closed behind her. I had no idea how long she had been watching me. Maybe I could talk 
my way out of this. Maybe if I apologized enough; if I promised to mow the lawn every day for a month, maybe 
she would just leave and not say anything.
    Mom started to walk toward me. My mouth was open, but nothing would come out. She was staring right at 
my dick. I wanted to hide but I couldn't move. I didn't know how to hide what I had been doing. 
    Mom reached for me and I tried to sit up instinctively. Her one hand pushed my shoulder, pushing me back 
onto my bed. Her other hand wrapped around my soft cold dick. 
    Now I was truly terrified. She was going to rip my dick off.
    But instead; Mom smiled at me. 
    She murmured softly to no one in particular, "I've waited ten years for this."
    Mom began to rub and massage my penis. Her hand was cold and I was scared and I had no idea what the 
hell she was doing.
    "C'mon baby," she whined, "don't you want to help me?"
    I truly did not know what was going on. Was my mom trying to get me hard? I had never ever thought of 
her in a sexual way. She was my mom. 
    My body was starting to betray me and I felt my dick harden a little in her hand. Mom seemed to want this 
and started to pump her hand up and down.
    Maybe this was some sort of sick trick. Maybe this was something that was supposed to happen but I had 
never read about. Maybe our family was just different. I began to hope. It looked like that I would not only 
survive this, but it might even feel good.
    I was fully stiff and it felt really good; then mom let go. She stood straight up, grabbed the hem of her shirt, 
and peeled it straight up and off, in a single fluid motion. 
     I had never thought of my mom sexually, but I had always tried to catch a glimpse of her nude or in her 
underwear. She might be my mom, but she was still a girl. 
    She stood before me in her plain white bra. I had seen her several times like this. But now, she reached 
behind her back and undid the snap. She shrugged her shoulders forward and the bra fell down into her arms. 
Her white breasts had dark pink nipples and they were pointed right at me. Each breast was bigger than a 
softball, and the skin around them was smooth and curved gracefully. They looked like the breasts on statues, 
but they were bigger, and they were real. 
    I was staring, and I couldn't look away. She was showing her tits to me. I knew that she had a nice body. A 
couple friends even said they would like to see her in a swimsuit. I had just never thought about her topless 
body being a sexy thing.
    Mom reached back down and slid her hand up and down my boner. Her hand was now warm and she 
caressed it a little roughly, but the feeling of her hand was the most fantastic thing I had ever felt. I spasmed a 
little. I tore my eyes from her breasts and looked into her face. Mom was smiling at me as if my staring at her 
tits was alright with her. 
    Encouraged, I relaxed a little and I felt my balls tightening. 
    Mom stopped again. Again I felt a pang of fear, and a little pang of loss. This was becoming a little 
frustrating. She reached up and dragged my shirt off of me. She then moved back to pull my shoes and socks 
off. When she started to pull my jeans down, I lifted my hips to let her. It felt scary, but if she wanted me naked 
in front of her, I wouldn't fight.
    Then she stood and reached for the front of her own jeans. I couldn't believe it. My heart pounded so hard 
that my eyes hurt. Was she actually going to take her pants off? I don't think that I saw her as my mother 
anymore. I was now going to see my first naked woman.
    She slowly undid her button and pulled down her zipper. One part of my mind noted that she was going 
slowly on purpose to tease me. I didn't care, this was more than I had dreamed of. 
    She slowly wiggled her hips as she slid her jeans down. Her bright red underwear hugged her hips and 
bulged out in front a tiny bit. 
    She then kicked her pants away like it was a dance move. She turned toward me, bouncing a little, and 
hooked her thumbs into her panties. She paused. I looked up into her face and she absolutely beamed with 
excitement. She wanted to show me her body almost as much as I wanted to see it.
    She bent over at her waist, toward me. Her boobs swung down and rocked together hypnotically. Then she 
stood back up. 
    I stared at her crotch. There was hair in a triangle between her legs but stopped just above two fleshy lips 
caught between the tops of her thighs. The hair was short enough that I could see her white skin under it. She 
turned back and forth a little, showing it all to me.
    My dick strained painfully at the air. I didn't dare move, but I wanted to do things (I wasn't sure what), to 
her body. She walked forward to the bed, and then crawled onto it, and over my body. I watched her face in 
excitement and fear.
    "I want you to give me a baby." She whispered.
    Suddenly a dozen things clicked in my brain. I was an only child. My parents always wanted more children, 
but couldn't have any. From overhearing stuff, I knew that dad couldn't make babies. Now mom wanted me to 
make a baby. She wanted a baby by my father, but I was the next closest thing.
    I knew that sex made babies; I just wasn't very sure what sex was. I hoped I was about to find out.
    Mom leaned over me and swung one leg over so that she straddled my stomach. Her boobs swung forward 
and landed on my face. I was in heaven. I couldn't help myself from nuzzling them a little with my face. I 
hoped she wouldn't be offended. Instead, she intentionally rubbed her boobs back and forth, all over my face.
    I felt her reach down between our bodies and I felt her hand wrap around my dick. Then she shifted her 
weight back and something warm, wet, and incredibly soft surrounded my dick. It wasn't her hand. I had 
thought her hand was the best feeling thing on earth, but this felt so good it was almost scary. 
    She raised herself a little and her boobs lifted from my face and swayed before my eyes. The angle and 
pressure on my boner changed. I realized that my penis must somehow be inside my mother. I guess this was 
fucking.
    Mom began to rock back and forth a little. Her boobs swung tantalizingly close to my face. The sensation on 
my dick was insanely strong. I had to orgasm. I had never needed anything so bad in my life.  
    Mom had just started moving on top of me, and I wanted these feelings to last forever, but I was losing it. 
The top of my head exploded. The feelings were so intense that the pleasure was excruciating. There was a 
burning pain inside my dick that burst inside in fire inside my mother. My whole body clenched and I cried out. 
    For less than a minute I was awash in pleasure. Now my dick was in agony as my mother still rode on top of 
me. She seemed lost in a world of her own. 
    I could feel the heat from her naked body. There was a smell of sweat and something else. What I could see, 
my eyes drank in and burned images into my brain. Her breasts sucked my attention. Her nipples strangely 
tantalized and excited me. I had forgotten how to breathe normally and I gulped at air.
    My dick was in an agony of over-stimulation, but I wasn't about to wish it to end. I could put up with a lot 
more pain if it meant feeling the rest of these pleasures.
    The burning hunger was back in me and I wanted more. I began to flex my butt and hips, burying myself as 
deep as I could into my mother. I learned her rhythm and matched it. It was so natural, to thrust into her warmth 
and pull back to thrust again.
    For the first time I used my hands. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down hard against me each 
time I thrust up into her. 
    Mom had been moaning and grunting the whole time, but now her grunts were becoming high pitched 
squeaks. She sped up a little, and then she suddenly froze. She let out a long squeal. She collapsed forward onto 
me and began to shudder. I guess she was having a spasm like I did.
    I wasn't sure what to do, but I knew what I wanted, so I kept pumping my dick in and out of her. I loved the 
feel of her boobs squished against my chest. My hands slid down and I naughtily began to grab and squeeze her 
butt. 
    Mom continued to shudder and shake on top of me, but after a minute or two, her hips started to move 
again. She stopped shuddering as she lifted her weight off of me. She ground her hips painfully into mine and I 
gripped her hips trying to pull her even tighter. 
    Mom made growling animal noises on top of me. She was becoming an animal and it didn't bother me at 
all. I wanted to be an animal inside of her. I bucked upward, trying to pound. She ground her hips and contorted 
her body. 
    I had been watching, wide eyed this whole time. Mom's eyes had been closed most of the time, but now she 
opened her eyes and looked down into mine. The person I saw inside her was my mother, and yet was 
somebody I had never seen before. 
    "Fuck your mother. Give me a baby." She growled.
    This made me kind of uncomfortable, but it seemed to drive mom wild, as she grunted heavily and then 
started squealing again. This time she kept her eyes open and stared into mine. 
    I should have felt uncomfortable, but I could see how much she wanted me to keep going, and that kind of 
made me wild inside too. I tried to thrust my hips under her but she was grinding too hard and wiggling too fast. 
Besides, I was losing control as I felt my orgasm build. I bit my lip, hoping to distract myself. Looking up at my 
mother's naked heaving body, her breasts bouncing and her bobbing, was too much. 
    Mom's hips went into overdrive and started slamming my body. This shocked me a little. 
    At some point her grinding became violent shaking and I could feel spasms inside her gripping my dick. She 
closed her eyes and sat upright, her hands gripped her head to keep it from coming off. I knew that feeling. 
    She was still violently shaking on top of me and beginning to squeal loudly. My world dimmed as my own 
head started to fall apart and in some painfully slow squirts, I gave her all I had. Then she continued to suck the 
life out of me through my dick. It felt like I was dying and being born at the same time.
    Mom fell forward against me. I was squished under her hot wet naked body. I wanted to stay like this 
forever. My penis was still hard inside of her, but there was no burning desire to pump into her now. I wanted to 
hold her and be held.
    I should have gotten bored or tired, lying under her, but I didn't. I think she may have dozed a little. 
Eventually, she roused and pushed herself off of me and to one side. She lay with her face dangerously near 
mine. She opened her eyes and looked into mine, and then she smiled.
    While she had rested a small knot of worry had formed in my stomach and it was growing. I wanted to ask 
something and didn't know what would happen.
    I had to ask. "Can we,, you know,, I mean,, well,, sort of,, you know,, Can we do this again?"
    Mom grinned and laughed. "How about every day, until you have three or four brothers and sisters?
    
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