## Archive-name: the_charmer2

From: rhymertex@aol.com (Rhymertex)

Subject: NEW STORY: The Charmer, Part II

Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest

Here's Part II of my latest story.

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After fucking my 17 year old sister Tammy -- the second in line after I talked our sister Di (15) into doing it with me -- it took me nearly six months after that to make my final familial conquest. The time was never right, and I wasn't sure, frankly, that I was ready to fuck my mother. I never lacked for pussy in all that time, however. Tam came on to me often, and we often managed a quick fuck or lick in some little hiding place like the pool change room or the attic. She even let me hide in the closet once while she sucked our dad's cock (they'd been practicing this little scenario for the past four years, since she caught him jacking off in the pool. No fucking, just sucking, 'coz Dad's too much of a tightass). Now, he was big, at least nine inches long and nicely thick in cross-section. I could only hope to ever have what he had (I've since exceeded it, to my amazement and pride). I must have pumped a quart of come into a handy towel as I watched them through a little hole I'd drilled next to the doorknob. He didn't fuck her, of course, so I had to take care of that task myself later on. Poor me.
A couple times during that period I even managed to make Di temporarily forget her misgivings about doing it with me. We had a hot sixty-nine late one night after watching TV, and once I got into her pants while the family was at church by outrageously complimenting her fantastic legs and ass. That was it, though. She really got into it while we were fucking, but afterward she kinda gave me the cold shoulder.
As my plans moved toward fruition, I started hanging around with Mom as much as I could -- which was a lot, since I was out of school for the summer and Dad's salary was sufficient that Mom didn't have to work. When she went to the store or the mall, I was there with her. When she did the laundry, I folded clothes. When she made dinner, I chopped the vegetables or made the salad. I was her constant companion, and she acted kind of flattered. I also took the opportunity to be more overt in my affection, kissing and hugging her as often as possible. More than once I complimented her on her figure; this was OK, as she'd recently lost some weight. In short, I became everything a good son should be: loving, attentive, complimentary, and obedient. I think Tammy realized what I was doing, because I'd occasionally catch her grinning at me with that special twinkle in her eye. Even Di remarked once about me "trying to make brownie points" with Mom, though of course Dad was oblivious.
Of all the people in my family, Mom and I resemble each other the most. We share blue eyes and wavy black hair, with hers reaching to her shoulders. Our features are aquiline and pleasant, though neither of us has the fashion-model looks of Di (that's Dad's side coming out). Of course there are the obvious sexual differences. She's voluptuous in the same way Tammy is, with large, full breasts, a full waist, and the same luscious round ass she passed on to Diane. Despite birthing four children, everything was still in excellent shape. Sometimes it was difficult for me to be around her without getting an erection, though she never seemed to notice.
One day, while we were working on a jigsaw puzzle together in the family room, I presented her with a personal "problem." "Uh, Mom? I've got a problem I need to talk about."
"What is it, honey?" she asked, leaning over to set a piece of puzzle in place. Today she was wearing a loose-fitting blouse, and I caught a glimpse of the top of her tanned tits. I squirmed in my chair to hide my aroused state.
"Um, its kinda...personal. I can tell you anything, right? " When she nodded assent, I stammered on. "Well, um, there's this girl I like. I've been, uh, having these f-feelings about her and I don't know what to do about it."
She smiled broadly. "What sorts of feelings?"
I blushed. "Um, well, you know."
"So my little boy's finally growing up. Took you long enough to discover girls." (I was 14 by then.) She took my hand in hers. "Jamey, a girl likes to know when a boy is interested in her. Let her know, let her make up her mind about you, and maybe you'll strike up a relationship. Then things can proceed from there."
My brow furrowed in worry. "But what if it's not that easy? I mean, what if she's already someone else's girl?"
She leaned back and sighed. "Well, then, that does make it difficult. I'll tell you what. Why don't you try doing a few nice things for her, let your feelings be known, then see what happens. I'm not advocating trying to break up a relationship -- if it's a strong one, you won't be able to do it. But you never know."
I nodded thoughtfully. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "Good luck, honey." We finished the puzzle in silence.
Over the next few weeks, I took her advice to heart. I washed her car, I cleaned the pool myself to save her some money, I did all the laundry myself, I even waxed the kitchen floor. Once I sent her flowers, using money I'd earned on my paper route. She looked at me a little oddly when I did that, but I just smiled encouragingly. That night I sneaked into Tam's room and fucked her extra hard.
I set a date and started working toward that goal.
I was all nerves when the Big Day dawned. Mom and I had the house to ourselves: Dad was at work, Di was at some kind of junior models event, and Tam was visiting a college she was thinking of attending in Houston. When I went into the kitchen for breakfast, dressed only in my underpants -- I habit I'd had since I was a kid -- Mom was already there, slowly crunching on a bowl of cereal. She looked serious as she peered down at the magazine she was reading. I drew in a sharp breath as I looked at her: she was wearing a nightgown only, no robe, and it was semi-transparent. I could see her big nipples easily through the sheer fabric; and I'm sure I would have been able to see the hairy triangle between her legs if she's stood. My cock sprang to full attention in a five seconds flat, and I know she saw it as I moved around the kitchen, making my breakfast. You could have cut the tension with a knife.
"Something I'd like to talk to you about," she said as I sat down.
"What is it?" I said innocently. I tried not to stare at her exposed tits.
"Later," she promised.
We ate breakfast largely in silence. I quickly downed my bowl of cereal, then left, allegedly to take a shower. Instead, I went back into my bedroom, carefully left the door halfway open, and stripped of my briefs. My cock was already rock solid, so I lay back on my bed and started jacking off, really working the long, thick shaft up and down between both hands. I moaned and gasped loudly: and sure enough, my theatrics paid off. A few minutes later, Mom came in and said, concerned, " Are you all right, honey?" Then, as her mind registered just what it was I was doing, she exclaimed, "JAMEY!!!"
I scrambled back and covered myself with a pillow, embarrassed. "MOM! Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, Mom, I thought I closed the door, don't tell Dad, OK, I --"
"Shhhh." She came up next to me and sat down on the bed. I could see that she was a little excited; her nipples were poking hard against the front of her nightgown. This did little to quell my raging hard-on. Mom kissed me tenderly on the forehead. "I won't tell anyone about this."
"I'm really embarrassed, Mom."
"Don't be. What you're doing is perfectly natural."
"It is? I mean, I just kinda discovered it a coupla months ago, it makes me feel real good --"
"I know, baby. It does feel good. It's normal, but you should do be more careful when you do it so you don't shock your poor mother and sisters."
I smiled inwardly. "Should I stop?"
"Well...now that you're growing up you'll need some kind of sexual release, or you'll just start to feel depressed all the time. So I guess you shouldn't stop. Just do it in private, where nobody will catch you. Other people might not understand if they saw you playing with yourself, though really everybody does it."
"Really? Even girls?" I looked at her quizzically.
"Even girls, but we do it in a different way. Now, does this have anything to do with the girl you said you were having feelings about?"
"Uh, yeah."
"The one you can't have because she's someone else's?"
"Uh-huh."
She gazed at me steadily. "Would that happen to be me?"
I ducked my head and blushed. "Yeah," I whispered.
She released an explosive sigh. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. That's what I wanted to talk to you about today. You and I have been inseparable lately, and you've been so kind and giving to me -- not that you weren't a good boy before, but you've been nicer than ever lately. And you've done all those sweet things for me, just like I told you to do for the girl you like."
"Love," I corrected.
"What's that?"
"The girl I love. I'm in love with you, Mom. Not in the normal mom-son way, either. I mean romantically. I really really care about you, and I want to be your lover."
Her face registered shock, then sadness. "Oh, Jamey, you silly, lovely boy. You're very handsome, and I know any girl would be happy to have you, but you and I can never be lovers. Your heart's in the right place, but you've got to give it to some little girl your own age. Making love with one of your family members is called incest, and incest just isn't right, no matter how much a person might want it to be. Besides, I could never cheat on your father."
"I know," I stated miserably, glancing at her hard-nippled tits. "But I really love you, Mom. You're the only one I have dreams about."
"Honey, that's normal too, but you'll grow out of it. Aren't there any girls your age you could learn to love?"
"A couple, I guess. I mean, I tried to ask one out once, but she just laughed at me."
"That's too bad. Maybe you should try another."
I shrugged. "What good would it do? Even if I could get a girl to go out with me, I don't know anything about -- aw, I can't talk about this with my Mom."
She cocked her head at me, and crossed her legs. I caught a glimpse of her hairy cunt then, and I almost lost it on the spot! "Jamey, you're such a sweet, smart boy, and I'm sure you'll learn quickly." Then, curious: "What is it you need to know, son?"
"Well," I said, heart hammering, "I need to know how to kiss a girl properly. You know, tongue and stuff, not the kind of baby kisses I give family. Where can I learn something like that?"
She licked her lips. "I, I guess you'll just have to learn by doing."
My eyes widened, as if a sudden idea had struck me. "Could you show me?"
"Oh Jamey, I don't think so..."
"Aw, c'mon, Mom," I pleaded. "Just this one thing, that's all."
Her resolve wavered. "All right, then, just this one thing. No more."
"Great!" I bounced up and tossed the pillow to one size, exposing my pussy-boring monster to her eyes. She'd probably only caught a glimpse of it before: now she was getting an eyeful. Her breathing quickened as she surveyed its length. Then I climbed into her lap and pecked her on the lips. "Like that?"
"Uh, oh no, baby, that's not very...ex-exciting." My hard cock was pressed into her tummy just below her belly-button, and I felt her wriggle against it. It flexed of its own accord, and she jumped a little.
"How 'bout this?" This time, my tongue slipped into her mouth for a second.
"Not quite." Breathing harshly, she pulled my lips to hers, and slid her tongue deep into my mouth, where it found mine and initiated a dance that lasted a good five minutes. When we broke for air, my heartrate had doubled and think I was about to pass out. Though in the last few months I'd fucked two of my sisters multiple times and watched one of them suck off my big-cocked Dad, I'd never experienced anything more sensual than that first real kiss with my Mom.
"Gosh, that felt good," I told her. She looked kinda dazed, and seemed at least as affected as I. I glance shyly at my hard dick pressed against her stomach. "Felt good down there, too." A slight film of pre-come lubricated the fabric between us. I scooted back off her lap and sat with my legs sprawled, my raging erection in plain sight.
"I, I, well then, son, did that help?" She couldn't take her eyes off my cock.
"It sure did!" I said enthusiastically. "If anybody can teach a guy how to kiss, it's my Mom!"
"Good." She stood and smoothed down her nightgown. "I'd better go."
"But Mom," I protested, "What about after I kiss the girl?"
She looked at me and swallowed hard, trying to deny what her quickened breathing and erect nipples made obvious. "What do you mean, Jamey?"
"I mean, she'll want me to do something more than just kiss her, won't she? I don't know anything about a girl's body. What do I do next?"
"I-I'm not really the one to tell you that, Jamey."
"But if no one teaches me I'll look like a dork the first time! You don't want that, do you?"
"Of course not."
"Well, what next?"
She took a deep breath. "I see some lessons are in order." Then, to my great excitement, she peeled the nightgown's straps off her shoulders and let it fell to the floor.
I just stared for along second before I found my voice. "Oh, Mom! You're so beautiful! You must be the sexiest woman in the world!" I reached down and stroked my cock with one hand. "Oh, Mom, I can't help it, you look so good! I'm so hard for you!"
My lovely mother smiled in nervous excitement and sat back down on my bed. The instructions began immediately. "Now, Jamey, these are my breasts." She hefted them in both hands. "Every mature woman has them, but of course they come in a variety of shapes and sizes. The hard, red things at the end are called nipples. A girl likes to have them stroked, and tweaked."
I reached out and pinched the nearest nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Like this?"
She gasped. "Yes, like that, baby, only not so hard." I tried again, rolling the rubbery nip between my fingers, and elicited another sharp intake of breath. "Ooh, Jamey, that was just right. You're a fast learner." She gulped, and said, "A girl also likes to have her hard nipples sucked and licked."
"Like this?" I slurped the same nipple into my mouth, and started to suck like a vacuum. Then I switched tactics, licking the rock-hard bit of erectile tissue, and finally rolling it gently between my teeth.
"Oh yes, YES!" Mom gasped. "Now the other one!"
I did that one, too, then sat back expectedly. Her nipples were gleaming now with my saliva, and I found the sight strangely erotic. I stroked my cock again and waited for my next "lesson."
It took her a second to calm down; I looked down and saw why. The first two fingers of her right hand were buried to the second knuckles in her twat. She withdrew them slowly and licked away her creamy sauce. "Now, baby," she said in a low, husky voice, "Mommy needs to get her pussy li --" Then she remembered that she was supposed to be in tutorial mode. "Um, I mean, it's time to move on to a woman's next erogenous zone. That's what these are called, baby, erogenous zones. They vary from woman to woman, but we all have two in common: our breasts and our vaginas."
"What's a vagina?" I asked.
"Oh, my sweet little baby, you are naive, aren't you? That's a woman's hottest place, her treasure of treasures, the place where we make babies."
"Are we making babies?" I asked excitedly.
She smiled. "Don't worry, I'm on the Pill. I can't have babies right now."
"Can we make one someday?"
She smiled coyly. "Maybe. But first things first." She spread her legs, and I saw her full cunt for the first time. It was grand! Her lips were fat and puffy, just begging to be licked, and were furred with a thatch of coarse black hair. She was already dripping wet. "This is a vagina," she told me, then reached down and spread her nether lips. "Other names for it are cunt, and twat, and pussy, but they're not very polite. It has two sets of lips, called labia, an inner one and an outer one. See?"
I nodded earnestly. "What's that little hard thing?"
"This? That's a clitoris, sometimes called a clit for short."
"What does it do?"
She smiled dreamily. "That's what makes it so good for a woman, baby. That's where a woman's orgasm starts, then spreads through her cunt and up her belly into her tits and then all through her body."
"Wow! Can I touch it?"
"Oh, yes, baby, I want you to." I brushed my fingers across her clit, and she whimpered. She lay back on my bed quickly. "Now, Jamey, lick it and suck it like you did Mommy's titties."
I did, and it wasn't thirty seconds before Mom shrieked my name and arced up off the bed like she'd been hit with a hard volt of electricity. It took her a few minutes to come down: she just lay there and shook like she was having some kind of seizure.
"Are you OK?" I asked, concerned.
"Oh, Jamey, you nasty, marvelous, filthy little boy, of course I'm all right. You made me come, baby, I mean come to orgasm."
"Oh, is that what it was." I looked at her doubtfully. "Are you sure I didn't accidentally hurt you, or something?"
"Oh, I'm sure." She sat up shakily. "That was just a prelude, Jamey. The most important part of a woman's vagina -- her twat -- is this." She spread her lips wide with one hand, and slid two fingers from the other into her cunthole. "This is where the man's penis, or cock, goes." She started pumping her fingers in and out of herself, and her eyes started to glaze. My Mom was jacking herself off in front of me!
I interrupted with, "What are you doing, Mom?"
"I'm playing with myself, honey," she gasped.
"Oh, so that's how girls do it." I grinned. "Can I do it for you?"
"Be my guest!" she moved her hand away, and I replaced it with my own. After frigging her for a while, I licked my lips and lowered my head to her lap. I started lapping up her sweet cream, and she started squealing and thrashing until, finally, she came like a rocket. Then she reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling me up her beautiful body until she could plant her lips on mine. She kissed me deeply, and we frenched, just the way she'd taught me a few minutes before.
When I pulled away, I said, "Did I do that right, Mom?"
"Oh yes, lover, that was just right. I could even taste myself on you. You're such a considerate lover, Jamey-boy, so much nicer than your Daddy!" She wriggled under me; I was lying on top of her now. "That big hard thing feels good against my leg. Now that you've eaten Mommy's hot cunt, I suppose you'd like to fuck her now, too? Isn't that right?"
Yes, yes, yes! "Do you want me to fuck you, Mommy?" I asked softly.
"More than anything, Jamey! Mommy's so hot for you now she's practically coming just feeling that huge man-sized cock touching her! I want you to stick it in me now, all the way up to my womb!"
With her help, I found her cuntal opening and thrust my way inside. She accepted me with a short groan. My first face-to-face fuck! Though of course we barely looked at each other; we were too busy feeling. She wasn't as tight as the girls were, but she was tight enough, and way more talented with her pussy-muscles; it was fucking well hard to believe that she'd had four kids (I found out about episiotomies later). My fuck rod plumbed her depths, slowly that first time, then I backed almost out and thrust back quickly, harder and harder, faster and faster. I was so turned on I came on the sixth stroke, and I was amazed I held out that long! I shot at least five good, hot jets into her, and she winced and moaned as I did. "Oh, Jamey, oh, I can feel your spunk hitting the walls of my pussy! Oh, it feels so good!" Mom seemed to take my inability to hold back in stride; after all, this was my "first time." She kept thrusting at my rapidly-deflating cock until she wrung a nice come out of it, and of course by then it was hard again.
"Oh, baby, that was wonderful," she groaned. I acted too worn out to say anything. "But you poor thing, now you're all hard again. We'll have to take care of that. Do you think you could stand up by the bed?"
I could, and I did, wondering what she had in mind. Then she got on her hands and knees, with her backside toward me, her legs slightly spread. I was treated to a good view of her cunt, the lips of which were outlined by a thin layer of white: my come. On impulse, I leaned down and quickly licked up a sample. It was salty and sweet, kinda like pussy juice, but with a faint nuttiness all its own. I didn't like it or dislike it.
Mom shuddered. "Ah, oh, that was good, Jamey, but not what I had in mind. I want you to put your big cock back there!"
I was only too happy to oblige. She was at the perfect height, so all I had to do was walk forward a few steps, and I was buried to the balls. The combination of pussyjuice and cockcream made her hot passage slicker and oiler than before. I grabbed her soft hips and started thrusting. This was a great position, I decided: a little awkward, maybe, but it gave me a better entry and depth than before.
"Oh, yeah, give it to me, baby boy! Fuck your mother!" As we established a nice steady rhythm, Mom looked back at me and gasped.

"Oh, uh, this is -- oh, oh -- what they call the doggie-style position." So that was what this was! I'd never done it quite this way, though I suppose the ways Di and Tam fucked me the first time were modified doggie-style.
"Doggie-style's the best!" I groaned. Mom ground her cunt into my pubic bone, and started to wriggle her ass slightly back and forth, adding some sweet friction that caused my cock to swell even harder inside her. She whimpered and moaned.
"Oh, baby, yes! I can feel you getting bigger inside me! I can't believe it!" She pumped and I thrust, and she came again with a great shriek. I didn't even care about the Needemeyers this time!
I was still hard, and I knew from past experience that I had a good ten minutes before I could come again, so I kept thrusting. Mom moaned, lowered her head, and renewed her assault on my prick. A minute later she said softly, "The way we did it first was called the missionary style." My Mom, always the teacher!
I answered by thrusting with renewed vigor. "I wanna make you come again, Mom," I said, gritting my teeth against the flood of sensation. "Does my horny Mommy think she can come again for her little boy before he does? Does she think she can come again before he fills up her tight pussy with more boyspunk? Does she, huh?"
"Oh, my well-hung baby! Talk nasty to Mommy!"
"Oh, yeah, Mommy, your boy has a big, fat present for you, and he needs to give it to you over and over again. He needs to fuck and suck your steamy cunt, and lick your clit and nipples, and put his hard-on between your tits. He wants you to lick his hard young cock and suck on his balls until he spews his boyjuice all over your pretty face. He wants to spray his hot come into your pussy and make babies with you." I moved my hands to her titties and started to pull and tweak the nipples.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Mommy wants you to pound that nasty boy-cock into her harder! Mommy thinks her little boy need some relief! Oh AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
She came again, and her tight cunt muscles spasmed around my cock. I was almost there myself.
"Oh, my little darling! Oh, my sweet baby made Mommy come like she's never come before! I think my little Jamey's all grown up now! Now it's his turn! Come in Mommy, Jamey! Come in Mommy!"
That pushed me over the edge. I thrust mightily one last time, and I spent the biggest load of my short life into the hot depths of my mother's pussy. Then I collapsed, exhausted, across her back; after a long moment, I rolled off and lay beside her on the bed. "Oh, that was great, Loverboy," Mom whispered in my ear, as her hand played with my balls and deflated cock.
Once we'd recovered, Mom instructed me in how a girl should properly suck a boy's hard dick, and showed me she knew how to swallow a big load of sticky come, too. Then she got on her hands and knees again, and had me slide my cock into her tight, slick asshole -- after a careful lubrication with pussy-juice and boy- come, of course. We romped in my bed, trying everything we could think of, until just before Daddy came home. Late that night, we snuck into the hall bathroom, where I fucked her on the toilet, and she gave me a blowjob I'll never forget.

After that, I was practically drowning in pussy. Tammy and I still had sex regularly, and Mom and I did it constantly. Every once in a while I could talk Di into it; it wasn't a frequent thing, but it was enough to spice up my sex life. I was soon a big hit among the all the girls at school, too, and it wasn't long before I was screwing Mrs. Needemeyer next door. My sisters never knew I was fucking the other or our mother, but of course I confessed all to Mom, my favorite lover.
Mom gave birth to her fifth child, Jeremy, when I was seventeen. He's currently a happy, well-adjusted, perfectly-normal six year old. She swears up and down that Jeremy's my father's, but I just don't believe it. He's a little charmer, just like his oldest brother. He's got black hair and blue eyes, like me and Mom, and frankly I think Jeremy is mine. The odds are in my favor. Mom and I went out of our way to fuck at least once a day after that first time I charmed her into my bed when I was fourteen, and our record stands at seven times in one 24-hour period (and 11 orgasms for her). I know for a fact that I fucked her more often than Dad did after that. Dad had other fish to fry; a few months after our first tete-a-tete, Tam finally got him to fuck her, and after that they did it as often as they thought they could get away with it. Dad still thinks their affair is a secret, and has no idea I'm fucking every woman in the household.
Now Mom's pregnant again. I suppose this one could be mine, too, but I fucked Mom all that often since I left home for college. Probably Dad's this time. Of course, there is the possibility that this baby was put in Mom by my younger brother Zack. He's seventeen now, and I know for a fact that Mom's fucking him regularly -- she says she needs someone to take care of her needs now that I'm gone! She gave herself to him as his fourteenth birthday present, and they've been going at it since. I'm looking forward to going home at Thanksgiving, when Mom has scheduled a nice double-fucking (our first) between me, Zack, and herself. I've never fucked a pregnant woman before.
Ah, yes, I love my fucking family. Seems like I've initiated a new family tradition that's going to last for some time to come!

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