This story is a work of fiction.  The characters depicted within have no
resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely
coincidental.  The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted within
this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only.  It is strongly
advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the safety of all
players if they choose to act out the play of this story.

   This is a work of erotic fiction.  If the reader is turned off or
offended by such material, it is advised that they don't read any further.
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----------------------------------------------------- A New Beginning

   She lay waiting in her bed.  Her body was tense in anticipation and
fear. Anticipation of the pleasure that had been denied her for so long and
fear of the forbidden act she would have to partake in.  She heard the soft
knock.  She did not dare open her mouth.  She continued to lie frozen.  A
sliver of light entered the room and grew as the door was opened wider. 
She closed her eyes, but the sounds were clear.  She heard him approach her
bed.  He was standing above her now.  She felt his gaze up on her, then she
felt his hands.  He had placed a palm on her right breast.  He squeezed
them gently and the moan that escaped her was involuntary.

   She heard him kneel beside her bed.

   "Mom?  Are you awake?" he whispered the question into her ear.

   He didn't need to whisper, they were alone in the house.  They had been
alone for over a year now since the untimely death of his father.

   His mother didn't say anything.  He pulled the covers off her slowly. 
She was wearing a nightgown that buttoned down the front.  He undid the top
buttons to expose her breasts.  His organ was pounding in his pajamas.  He
had dreamt of this for a long time now.  Even before his father's death he
had been enamored by his sexy mother.  She had been his favorite fantasy
ever since he started jerking off as a young boy.

   He ran his finger around her nipple and watched in fascination as it
grew.  He reached forward, took it between his lips and began to suck on
it.

   He heard the satisfying moan and went on sucking.

   He freed the other breast and played with it as he sucked on the first.

   She opened her eyes and looked at her son's head.  She could see his
tongue as it traced circles around her nipple.  She reached out and stroked
his hair.

   He looked up at her, without stopping what he was doing and his eyes
smiled.  She smiled back at him.

   He began undoing the rest of her buttons and she helped him strip her
naked.  Then he stood up and began taking of his clothes.  Her breathing
increased as more and more of his young, hard body was revealed to her.

   He got on top of her gently and his penis slid easily into her well
lubricated vagina.

   Silently they moved against each other, mother and son, in a forbidden
joy.

   Soon his thrusts began to become more urgent.  She moaned as his young
organ touched and inflamed parts of her that had remained untouched for a
year.

   His urgency was beginning to trigger her orgasm.  She hoped the young
boy would be able to hold off his ejaculation till her orgasm.

   He kept pounding hard into his mother and then the wave was too much for
him to hold back.

   She felt the warm, incestuous seed flood her womb, it was enough to
trigger her orgasm.  She screamed from between clenched teeth and squeezed
his penis inside her vagina as she came in wave for forbidden pleasure.

   They lay together for a while and then without a word he rolled off her.
He picked up his clothes and left.  Suddenly she felt very lonely.

   The next morning she listened to the sounds in his bedroom as she
prepared breakfast.  He was delaying the meeting.  She wondered what she
should do.

   She toyed around with the breakfast table until she made up her mind. 
Then she went to his door and knocked.

   "Come in", he called.

   She entered and looked at her fully dressed son sitting on his bed.  The
confusion raging in his mind clearly mirrored on his face.

   She went up to him and turned his face upwards.  She reached down and
kissed him full on the lips.  Slowly the cold lips gave way and they kissed
passionately.

   "I love you", she told him, "both as son and man."
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