SIBLINGS

There was a soft knock on Micki's bedroom door followed by a whispering voice that asked, "Hey sis, are ya busy!?!" Micki put down her history book and replied, "Come on in, Mike, I'm just studying for quarterly final, what do you need!?!" Mike plopped down on the edge of Micki's bed and without even blinking, slid his hand up and under her bathrobe and began caressing the inside of her smooth thigh!!! "Hey, dummy," she whispered hoarsely, "what if mom or dad comes in, you wanna get us in trouble!!!" He chuckled quietly under his breath and replied, "Don't worry about a thing, they're already in bed fast asleep," while his fingers worked their way up her thigh until they encountered her panty clad pussy!!! "Well just the same," she retorted, "we made a deal that unless we were alone, we wouldn't take any chances!!!" I know, I know," he replied softly, " but jeez louise, just look at this," while standing up and opening his own bathrobe revealing a very firm erection!!! Micki looked at the door one last time, and making sure that neither of her parents were about before lowering her mouth to her twin brother's long fat cock!!! "Oh god, sis," he moaned, "you suck better than any girl I've ever had, I wonder which side of the family you get it from!?!" "She let his big pecker slip from her mouth before replying softly, "I don't know, but I'll bet it's from mom, I just think she loves sucking cock as much as I do!!!" Mike stared down at his sister while she gently mouthed the head of his cock with her silky tongue and thought what a lucky guy he was to have a sister who loved sucking his pecker as much as he loved having it sucked!!! With her short blonde hair and compact swimmer's body, Micki was a wet dream come true!!! Her pert nipples seemed to always be standing at attention, acting like an open invitation to be sucked on!!! While they were only eighteen, both of them had an unbelievably heightened sense sexuality that required at least one orgasm a day, preferably induced by each other's warm mouth!!! Mike's head rolled back an forth on his shoulders while nearing his climax, and while a lot of women would like to be warned of an impending ejaculation, Mike smiled to himself safe with the knowledge that his pretty sister was desperate for a mouth full of his cum!!! With his knees buckling slightly and his cock stiffening perceptably, Micki groaned loudly as Mike filled her mouth with a load of hot burning sperm which she hungrily swallowed down as if it were nectar from the gods!!! "Jesus christ," he panted, "someday you're gonna kill me when you do that, but what a way to go!!!" Micki just laughed that sweet lyrical laugh of hers that sounded a lot like wind chimes and offered, "Well, brother dear, you have such a beautiful cock I just can't help myself!!!" "Do you want me to do you," he asked thickly!?! "No," she replied, "let me use my dildo and you can jerk off watching me, I really feel like getting fucked tonight, do you mind!?!" "Mind," he sighed, "are you kidding, you know how much I love seeing you fuck yourself!!!" With that, she quickly slid off her white cotton panties, and after lying down on her back with her legs spread wide apart, she slowly pressed her thick black latex cock deep into her dripping wet pussy!!! "H-holy maloney," he gasped while fisting his meat and staring at the thick black invader sticking out of her smoothly shaved cunt, "y-you exactly how to drive me crazy, don't you!?!" As she slowly began fucking herself with short even strokes, she replied, "Do you know what I've been thinking about doing!?!" "What," he replied as his eyes began to glaze over, "t-tell me!!!" In a very sweet an syrupy voice she replied, "I've been thinking about going to school with my dildo stuck up my pussy, just think about that, me walking around school all day with eight inches of black cock jammed into my cunt!!!" "Are you really thinking about doing it," he gasped as his hand literally flew up and down his rock hard shaft!?! "Uh huh," she said with a little moan, "why, don't you think that would be a good idea, I mean, you know, having this big black cock up inside me all day!!!" "D-do you think you'd be able to cum," he croaked barely able to contain himself while picturing his pretty sister with the big rubber dick being held in place by her tight little panties!!! "Of course I'd be cumming, you silly boy," she sighed as her climax began building, "I'd probably cum right in math class, I just love staring at Mr. Logan's ass!!!" "Oh, god," he moaned, "I-I forgot to tell you that last summer at the pool I saw Mr. Logan in the locker room, and he had a huge cock, a lot bigger than mine!!!" "Are you kidding me," she gasped while picturing her teacher's huge cock in her mind's eye, "I'll bet he'd love it if I sucked him off, wouldn't he!?!" Mike's hand was now a blur on his shaft as he pounded his way towards certain orgasm, but he still managed to reply, "H-he's fucking huge, sis, and if he ever just saw you naked he'd probably blow his nut right in his pants!!!" "I don't want him in his pants," she moaned loudly, "I want him in my mouth, right where he's supposed to be!!!" "Y-you're a real cock sucker," he groaned as his spunk jettisoned from the end of his dick and landed on his sister's thigh and tummy, "you just love sucking big cock don't you, baby!?!" The second Mike's hot sperm hit her leg, Micki's pussy convulsed hard around the brutally thick weapon pounding her pussy, causing her vagina to spasm in a series of numbing orgasms that left her shaken and depleted!!!" While Micki lay panting and gasping for breath, Mike leaned heavily against the wall as his pecker slowly began retracting to its normal flaccid state, while she said with a sigh with the big cock still hanging obscenely from her well fucked cunt, "Jesus, Mike, I just love watching you jerk it, I get so fucking hot just seeing you blow!!!" Now leaning down and taking one of her hard little nipples into his mouth, he nipped her playfully and whispered, "And I love seeing you fuck yourself with that big black pecker, so I guess we're even!!!" "Are you keeping score," she laughed while cupping his nut bag with her small warm hand!?! "Nope," he replied while letting his mouth roam over her teenage chest, "but from what I can tell, were about even, but you're way ahead of me in the climax department!!!" "Well I can't help it if I cum in bunches," she protested, "I guess I'm just multiorgasmic!!!" Hah," he said with a laugh, "you're a fucking orgasm machine, no man in the world could keep up with you!!!" "Hmmmmm, not even Mr. Logan, she hummed, "it sounds like he might be able to handle me!?!" "Oh, please," Mike replied while shaking his head from side to side, "he wouldn't have a chance, just look at your pussy, it's already gettin' hot from just our talking, in fact I'll bet in another minute or two you're gonna have another one aren't you!?!" He was right of course, she was going to have another one, only this time she pulled the thick rubber pecker from her pussy and instead pulled his head down between her legs and in a halting voice begged, "Y-you know me too well, brother of mine, now please, do me!!!" Her cunt, which just seconds before had been filled with cock, was now drooling pussy juice out of its distended lips, while her clitoris stood proudly erect and begging to be sucked!!!" "Is this what you want me to suck," he asked innocently while barely flicking his tongue over her tiny organ!?! "Oh, god," she moaned while her whole body stiffened, "yesssss, that's it, do my clit for me, oh please, don't make me beg, just do it for me!!!" After a couple more lazy strokes, he chuckled and asked, "now are you sure you want me to suck it, I mean what if mom walks in on us!?!" "Fuck, mom," she said through gritted teeth, "just do me, I promise I'll let you come in my mouth next time we do it!!!" "Who are you kidding," he laughed, "you always let me cum in your mouth, remember, you're a fucking cock hound!!!" "Okay, okay," she gasped, "w-what ever you want, I'll do it for you, just please, suck my clit, I'm going fucking crazy!!!" "Wellllllllll," he replied in mock seriousness, "if you really want me to, I guess it would be all right," and like lightning hitting a tree, his tongue snaked out and viciously attacked her little bud catching her totally unawares!!!" "Ayyyyeeeeeeeeee," she groaned, "oh my god, I'm fucking cumming like a rocket, it's really a fucking hard one, too," and even though she barely weighed one hundred pounds, she bucked her hips against his mouth, nearly forcing him off the bed!!! "Take it easy, sis," he admonished, "and keep it down, you don't want the folks to hear us, do you!?!" Her whole body shook as it was wracked by another series of cums that would have left a mere man near death, but which she took easily in stride!!! After taking a moment to get her bearings, she sighed, "Now that's what I call a good cunt lapping!!!" Mike stood up while wiping the juice from his face and replied, "Well, that's what a brother's good for!!!" "Mmmmm, yes," she sighed, "that's what a brother's good for!!!" THE END

the kiss that saved me

Introduction: ChAPTER 1 is backstory with moor history and setup then anything else if you are not interested in it please skip to CHAPTER 2 ware the storry can start from there

Chapter 1 I had always been drawn to people with the same name. When we first moved to the new house i was no moor then 3 or 4 . Our neibors where there to greet us the kids name was of course jacob. Me and him where best of friends for acupple of years we spent most our time together. A now a 6 year old boy my parents said i culd have a slumber party over at jacobs house but they wanted to make shure i took my pills. This is a good time to tell you i sufferd from horible night terrors that made me shake and screame in the night violentley thrashing about. I always hated takeing the pill it left a chocky taste in my mouth and almost made me throw up. When me and jacob where playing that night his mom told us it was time for bed and we cleaned up the toys. As he was putting the last toy away i steped in the bathroom well you can imagen what wuld happen next. like every little boy not wanting to do sompthing they dident like i flushed the pill down the toilet not even thinking of it and went back out to the maine room. Jacob and me had our sleeping bags set up next to each other as i came out of the restroom he was geting in his. I climed in mine we talked for a while not shure when it was but i fell asleep talking. i soon was woken up by jacob vilentley shakeing me beging me to wake up i awoke heart beating wildley mind raceing i swung my fist and struk him across the face. still confused i stood up and ran as fast as i culd eyes not even fully open i ran into sompthing and layed on the ground ware i soon realised ware i was. Jacob aproched me and said "what the fucking hell". I layed there and asked "what happened". With anger in his eyes "you knocked my fucking tooth out is what fucking happened". I looked at him and noticed the blood trickleing from the gape in his once flawless teeth. He stood over me and steped on my chest yelling "what the fuck". after a while he calmed down and i approched him placeing my hand delicatley on his sholder he knocked it off telling me "dont fucking touch me asshole". I sat on my sleeping bag and simpley said " im sorry i wasent in controll and i dident know it was you". He stood in front of me now and sat legs crossed and he looked me in the eye and asked "tell me what happened, why where you acting like that and screaming in your sleep, why did you hit me and why did you say your not in controll?" My head sank away from his eyes and to my feet that where pulled to my chest i stated "i have been haveing night terrors and i cant controll myself during them, i have been going to theripy to help with them but its not helping but no matter what i do it isent helping i dident take the pill that is suposed to stop me from dreaming so it is my fault, im so sorry jake will you please forgive me." Siting in front of me with a curiouse look on his face he asked "so your a crazey then". I instentley looked up and yelled "im not crazey" He began to laugh and look at me calling me crazey loonie and some other names that hurt. I huged my knees to my chest as hard as i could and prayed for it to end i wanted my best friend to stop.I finaly had enough got up and ran out of the house it was still dark out i ran home to my bed knowing it wuld just get worse from hear. The next day came i had not fallen asleap again after returning to my bed and it was time for school so i got up and went to the kitchen with my brothers alredy eating. Everyone looked at me with questioned looks on there faces noone said anything for a while was quiet breakfest. After breakfast i got up and headed to the bathroom my dad was siting outside and said "you little shit i told you to take your pill" i looked at the counter he was just outside the door i culd hear him like he was in the room, i dident reply. He banged on the door and said "well you litthe basterd you gonna tell me what happened" My heart sank and i felt worse then i did the night before but i said "it was a bad night i dont feal like talking" That made him mader and he yelled "fine then you little fucker get dressed evera fast and dont come home from school right after i dont wanna fucking see you!" and i herd him kick the door. I got dressed and dident take a shower i had to be faster i knew if i dident i wuld be walking to school (five mile walk). I ran out to the car he had started driveing when i jumped in when we got to the school i had to jump out there as well before he stoped for my brothers. I went inside and to my classroom ware i just layed in the corner i was onley in kindergarden so this was ok. I herd someone standing behind me and i curled into a ball alittle tighter i herd them speak "hey get up i have something to show you". It was jacob 'had he forgiven me' i thought to myself as i stood up and looked at him a wiked smile on his face can clearley see the gap in his teeth. i walked with him to the middle of the room ware he stood on a desk and yelled everybody i want to introduce you to my new friend. not knowing what he ment i looked around and realised he was pulling me onto the desk with him. I stood there alittle embaresed as he said "jacob hear well you need to excuse him hes crazey and has no mind whatsoever." My jaw droped as he said "hes been going to theripy becouse he thinks monsters are eating him at night". I tryed jumping down from the desk but he kept holding me there i knew i was stronger but i hated fighting and he knew that. i finaly had enough and tore his hands off me jumped down and walked out of the room all the other kids laughing and pointing at me i felt there eyes and culd hear there remarls as i was leaveing. I stood at the door and looked back jabob still on the desk he looked at me and pointed at his tooth. The teacher came in the room at that inctent and everybody shut right up the day proceded and the torcher just got worse. A cupple months went by and every day was the same till i was stoped on my way home by some boyscouts my dad not geting me with my brothers. They stood in front of me and said "so your the syco are you" I looked at them and said "i guess" They then laughed and started hiting me every punch felt like sompthing was breaking till i finaly colapsed on the pavement before them. they looked at me and spit on my face saying "this is gonna keep hapening and dont think it will stop if you tell". He was right it continued for about 3 years no matter who i told or how manny people knew nothing ever happened i finaly acepted it for what it was MY FAULT. I was now nine years old and was walking to and from school every day geting my daily beating from the same kids they used wepions i was happy when they onley used there fists i was walking home when i got there i noticed that there was a firmilure car in the driveway 'aunt tina is hear' i thought. I went around back of the house and used the hose to wash off the blood from the daily beating. today had beed especialy brutal they had used 2x4s on my chest and back. i walked inside trying to stand up streight but soon realised wuld be almost imposible i had a fractured rib and culd barley stand i caughed up blood into my hands and walked down the stairs to the shower. i took off my cloths and climbed in looking at the bruses starting to form on my upper and lower chest the scars on my arms and legs and my other variouse ingerys as the worm water made them feal %100 better. most the days i ignored the pain but my rib was hurting uncuntrolubley. I towled off and like every day i wraped it around my waste tieing it at my side i opened the door and freaked out my cusin standing there i jumped back and hit the counter this sending shots of pain threw my whole body wich made my grab my stomach. she jumped at me tears in her eyes and started saying "what happened" i looked at her seeing the tears she was holding my hands. I looked at her she was ten a year older then me but she was about 3 inches shorter. My eyes droped and i said "nothing without consequence". Lokking ashamed what happened next i never wuld of beleved she held my hand and we walked into the main room siting in front of the tv. She said "tell me i want to know". I looked in her eyes i saw love and compashion and tears that i had never seen in someone elses i dont know why but my face barryed in her sholder and my arms went around her tighter then had ever been around anyone my ribs hurt it was moor painful then anything in the world i dident care i huged her to my still damp chest and cryed into her sholder for about 30 muinets. she looked at me back and said "please tell me" i started to talk i talked fast and uninterupted everything that had happened all the tourcher that i was going thrue and the brutal beating i got that day. she huged me and said "its not your fault". I looked at her knowing it was a lie and i stoped huging her i leaned back and just sat there thinking she dident understand. She held my hand and looked at it i felt a teal land on my knuckle as she said "why do they look like that". I sat forward pulling my hands away from her and i said "they had been smashed and dident heal corectley after a beating the bigest of the boyes looked at me my hand in front of him and he stomped on it every bone on my hand broke that day and hasent healed corectley". She looked at me and asked "why dont people beleve you" I told her "my parents took me to a shrink who diagnosed me as self mutilating and a compolsive lier and who wuld beleve boyscouts wuld do it anyway" She cryed and held me close ignoreing the pain i kissed her she dident pull away we kissed for about 5 mins before i realised i was ontop of her and my towl was still on the couch ware i was siting before. I got off of her and sat there she looked at my penis she just wached it i looked and noticed i was uncoverd grabing my towl i ran from the room and into my bedroom and locked the door behind me and climbed into bed embaresed with what i had done and what i was fealing for my cusin i knew it was wrong buy my penis was hard for the first time i felt terrible. The next day came and i got up for school a cupple hours earley knowing i wuld need to walk again i looked at my sheets i had coughed up moor blood that night my ribs fealing alot better. I took a hot shower and i walked outside the morning mist was in the air there was a slight fog. I started to walk to school at the end of the driveway i turned around the cars and saw my cusin less then an inch from my face startled i fell on my ass backwards. She looked at me giggleing and helped me up "Goodmorning" she said varry energeticley with a happy voice "Goodmorning hether what are you doing up this earley?" i asked. "wateing for you silley, i knew i wuld never catch you unless i woke up and wated" "good call" i said with a smirk "so what do you want" Her eyes fell yo the ground and said "i wanna walk with you today keep you cumpony" I looked at her and said "no its a long walk and you will need to come home alone on the way back" she smiled and said "if you dont let me walk with you then ill just walk this way and do whatever i want" I smiled and said "suit yourself" and i started to walk she was next to me for a long time till she huged my arm leaning her head on it. she looked up at me and said "if you want to kiss me again i wont stop you it felt really good and i want to do it again you dont deserve what is happening to you" my mouth droped open 'did she beleve that it was did she mean it'. i stood there without a word my lips where against hers we kissed for what seemed like an eternety but must of been someware around 20-30 mins. I held her hand and we walked to beside the rode to a big tree the fog was getting thicker as we culd barley see the tree from the rode. we sat there she layed on my chest the pain hit me like a tun of bricks. I looked at my wach after what i thought was just an inctent 4 hours had passed she just listened to my heart beat as i troked her hair not saying a word i held her she started to cry and i said "what is wrong" she crushed me in the tighest hug ever and said "today is our last day hear and you need to be at school for most of it were going home for a long time we wont get to be with each other again" I kissed her and asked "how long" She said "they dident tell me they just said a long time". I skiped school that day and went home with her afterwards avoiding the bullys that day i had a day if peace and quiet with her knowing it wuld be worse the next day it always was when i avoided it but i dident tell her. When we got home as soon as i opened the door my fathers hand struck me across the face and he said "you lieing little fucktard ware the fucking hell where you all day" I got up and looked at him seeing the rage in his eyes and i said "i dident want to get hurt again" His fist like a slege hammer hit me in the stomach and he said "your a lieing little fuckiing shit if you dont want hurt stop doing it to yourself you anoying little emo fucker" I stood up and yelled "im not you just dot fucking beleve me" His knee hit me in the knose i herd a distinct *crack* and felt it bent the wrong way "wach your god damn language you fucking shitface". He walked away and i started to get up again hether looking at me still dtanding in the doorway she huged me and looked at my face takeing me to the bathroom. i looked in the mirror and saw my nose was infact sideways and i started to scream looking at the blood come from my tearduckt. I grabed my nose closed my eyes and bent it back to ware it was suposed to be screming louder then i ever had before. My mother had enterd the room now and sat me on the counter she looked in my eyes one starting to sweell up and she placed a nose brace she got from the sink droor on my nose asking "you know not to move this right?" I noded my head and she kissed my forhead leaveing the room my cusin still standing there i got off the counter and i stand up streight looking at her. I look at her smile big and say "looking at it from all angles no matter what else happens today this is my best day ever becouse i spent it with you". I leaned in and kissed her pashionetley giveing her the tightest hug. that night she had to go we gave each other one final hug and kiss in the bathroom so noone wuld see us before she got in the car and drove off and out of my life for 'a long time'. she remaned in my head and the beating soon stoped when i thought of how they made her cry when she saw me i faught back with a pashion and used the muscles that had been building from the beating and my unique gift of ignoreing the pain i faught back extra hard.

Give it up or die

Introduction: She wouldn

Lionel Benson entered the radio station where his 16 year old daughter was sending her favorite songs over the internet radio waves. Krista Benson was a very beautiful young lady. Her long brown hair shone in the sunlight when she was outside in the summertime and her nearly flawless skin was soft to the touch and sensuous to the eye and her eyes had the particular sparkle that drove people nuts. Her long legs were the envy of the guys she went to school with but she was a private person with few friends and no boyfriend. There was only one man she'd been sleeping with and nobody knew about despite her repeated yet failed attempts to tell her mother about it. Lionel approached her slowly and tapped her on the shoulder to draw her attention from the headphones she'd been wearing and she took them off and looked up. "Hi Daddy!" she said cheerfully as she cued the next song on the CD Player in front of her. The Technical College had been allowing her to DJ in their radio station for a year now because they liked her sound after a friend referred her. "Hello Sweetheart!" he said with an evil tone in his voice. Krista felt a lump in her throat as she looked curiously at her father with her face twisting slightly out of shape. She couldn't help it noticing the crazy look in his normally deep oakwood brown eyes. His hair was slightly desheveled, "What brings you here tonight?" she asked sweetly as she pressed play on the CD player which started a long mix she'd made at home earlier in the week. "I'm here to talk about the baby! You know you can't under any good conscience keep it right?" Krista's fear turned to anger. "HOW DARE YOU MAKE SUCH BEAUTIFUL LOVE TO ME AND THEN ASK ME TO GIVE UP YOUR CHILD? I'M KEEPING THE CHILD AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME AND IF YOU TRY, I'LL TELL MOM ALL ABOUT US!" she screamed as she stood up and looked at him face to face. Krista had only told her father that she had discovered she was pregnant. Nobody else knew and she'd planned to keep it a secret for as long as she could. "MOM WON'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU STUPID LITTLE SLUT!" Lionel shot back as he pushed Krista into the table behind her. She placed her hands behind her to catch herself. "I HAVEN'T BEEN WITH ANYONE ELSE SO I CAN'T BE CALLED A SLUT DADDY!" Lionel grabbed his daughter and tossed her to the floor like she was a cabbage patch doll. The fear set back in as she tried to get up only to have her father throw her back down. She was suddenly scared for the baby as Lionel lifted her skirt over her waist and ripped her panties off. Tears welled up in her eyes and it became difficult for her to speak. Lionel undid his belt and pulled his pants down and his cock sprang out as he pried his daughter's legs open, struggled but eventually put a condom on and violently dropped down onto her body as he forced himself inside her. The tightness of her pussy caused her to cry out in pain as she attempted to struggle to get her father off of her but he was just too strong as he raped and hurt his daughter with all of his might. Her pussy began to moisten as she was being fucked raw but that was only an involuntary reaction to the intercourse. "DADDY,. PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE FUCKING HURTING ME!" she finally got out. Lionel angrily grabbed his daughter by the hair and flung her head towards him and slammed the back of her head to the floor of the station. It hit with a loud smacking thud as he yelled. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU'RE THROWING OFF MY CONCENTRATION!" He didn't notice the blood that began to trickle from the back of her head as he fucked her brains out. Miraculously, Krista had a huge headache but she was still alive. "Please don't kill me Daddy! I won't tell mom!" she cried softly. Once again, he grabbed by the hair and for a second time he slammed her head into the floor. Krista became disoriented but she still knew she was being raped. She could no longer fend off the attack because she could no longer lift her arms. She was at her father's mercy. Just six weeks ago he'd been so loving and caring as he made the most passionate love he'd ever made. He'd made her feel so loved and safe. Now it was like a completely different person was doing this to her. Her entire body ached but Krista was too confused to realize it. The only time she felt pain now was when he hit her again. After filling the condom with cum he rolled his daughter onto her stomach, stood over her and removed the belt from his pants and rolled it around his right hand and began to viciously bring it down onto her ass and legs causing her to jump slightly with every powerful spank. It was at this point that he finally realized that Krista was bleeding from the head and probably dying but he didn't care. He kept hitting her with his belt. When he heard her whimpering weakly he threw the belt to the floor and dropped down onto her reddened bare ass and began to punch Krista in the kidneys with all his strength. She gagged voraciously and the blood spewed out of her mouth in disgusting chuncks on the floor as Lionel punched her. He was going to kill the baby if it was the last thing he did. When he was sure that his unborn grandchild was dead, he rolled his daughter onto her back and tried to kiss her on the mouth passionately as he had in the past. She twisted her head to one side instinctively. He sat up and punched his daughter in the stomach. "Stop fucking moving around you fuckin' slut!" he said. He grabbed Krista on either side of her head and forced it quickly to the right and then to the left and then back to the right when finally he heard a "snap". Krista's body suddenly went limp. She couldn't move and Lionel dropped her head and it rolled uncontrollably onto her left ear and Krista took her last breath and then it was all over. Krista was dead and so was her baby. Without hesitating he threw the condom in the near trash can, surveyed the scene and then left the room. He got out to his car and drove home. His wife thought he'd stopped at his office to pick up something he'd forgotten earlier in the day. She'd never know the horrible thing that he'd just done to his own flesh and blood. He entered the house through the garage and removed the sweatshirt and pants he'd been wearing and changed into some clothes he'd hidden in the garage before entering the quiet house. He placed the sweatshirt into a trash can full of leaves and placed leaves over top of it burying it.. Realizing that his 7 year old was sleeping and that his wife was settling in for the night, he knew he'd entered the house undetected. He jumped into the shower and took a very thorough shower as thoughts of what he'd done to Krista re-entered his mind as he wondered just how long he was going to get away with it. After his shower, he entered the bedroom, laid down next to his wife and promptly fell asleep.

trash part 5 the finale

Introduction: read the most amazing story ever told first

At dinner they eat turkey and Johnny says a prayer. The others talk during the prayer. They eat the turkey viciously and Johnny only gets a leg. Julie hugs him right as he is about to cry. Johnny tells a story of how he was a victim of white slavery perpetrated by Tarea. They claim that the story is too unpleasant to share after he depicts an incident involving felching and mucus. At dinner they argue and drink wine all night. Johnny leaves the table. Julie follows him. Johnny was working on a jigsaw puzzle when Julie knocked it over. Johnny cries for a long time and refuses to leave his bedroom. After that, Earn beats up Mickey. Mickey tries to kill him, but Earn shoots her five times in the chest. Mickey falls down the stairs dead. Julie is heavily turned on and fucks her father. Johnny gets the baby. He tries to calm it down. It doesn’t stop crying. The baby actually got HIV from breast milk. In order to trick the baby he lets it suck his nipple. The baby doesn’t buy it and screams. He goes upstairs and finds Julie and Earn having sex. He joins in. Earn has a larger penis than Johnny and Julie takes advantage of this. She sucks on him. Johnny fucks his ass from behind. Johnny jacks off. Julie goes over the Johnny to fuck him. Johnny sticks a yard stick up Earn’s ass. Earn spanks him. Julie gets bukkake from the two guys while Mickey lay dead being picked at by flies. Julie steps on Earn testicles and he loves it. Julie pulls his penis to his mouth and makes him suck it. Then she sneezes in his asshole and she puts a cupcake on her pussy. She farts at Johnny. They have wild sex until six in the morning. The next morning, Earn threatens the couple by putting their baby in a blender. He says he’ll turn it on if they don’t give all they have. Julie calms him down by sucking on him. They kill muskrats for fun and decide that they could all be happy together. Everybody has HIV at this point. Johnny shits in a bucket one morning in front of Earn. Earn is especially aroused as Julie was before when he took a shit. Johnny fills the bucket and pours it on the crops to make them grow. He let out one big long turd. Earn claims it had to be eighteen feet long. Earn gives Johnny flubber, when Johnny says it is his birthday. Johnny realizes that is was a gift. Johnny likes it and keeps it in his man purse. Earn is attracted to Johnny’s huge balls. Each ball is the size of a Clementine. He watches his balls fly up and down when he jacks off. One day he sees Julie getting it doggie style from Johnny in a sand box. Johnny was shaving her hairy legs and licking the ear wax out of her ears while anally fucking her. Julie reached around and shoved her middle finger up his ass and pulled out his prick with the other hand and he comes on her tits. Earn is very aroused but jealous. Earn went to Trey. Trey says Tarea is dead. Trey wants Earn’s money. Earn doesn’t give it to him. Trey tries to hit Earn with an axe, but Earn grabs an axe and chops Trey in half. He wipes up the floor with Turkish towels and runs Trey’s organs through a paper shredder. Trey’s crack headed wife, Juanita, comes to attack Earn. Earn beats her face in, pulls out her bellybutton and tongue piercings, and throws her in the dishwasher and turns it on. Trey is almost dead and sees that his wife will die to. Earn pours a gallon of whiskey on and around Trey. Earn lights a match and surrounds the area with Styrofoam. Earn sets fire to Trey and burns their apartment down. Tarea’s two year old cousin, Maribel was burned to death when she tried to save Juanita. Earn runs down the stairs trying to evade anyone who would do something about the crime. Earn gets in a car and drives down the road to his house thinking of all the lives he’s mercilessly taken. He crashes through the wall in the house. Earn wants to faze Julie out. Julie was almost completely clean. She was in the tub touching herself, thinking of her next session with Johnny, when he came in and cut off her hand. He shoved the hand in her pussy. He sticks Johnny’s flubber in her mouth and puts tape over her lips. He drove her out to a field and tied her up. He spit in her mouth and gave her a suppository version of the pill and told her never to follow him. She goes insane from the strong pill and tackles him. He takes her head and pulls it off. He went home to Johnny in his high state. He told him what he had done. Johnny tried to run away, but Earn broke his arm and forced him to stay. Johnny says he would never be with him. Earn abandons him and leaves him alone. Johnny walks to the forest and sees Julie dead. He is instantly traumatized. Adam crawls over to his Mom and drinks her breast milk which has blood in it. Johnny is punched in the throat by a man who tries to mug him. But the man is hit by a truck and explodes. Johnny takes Adam and intends to live his life alone. He also finds out that Tarea once again escaped death. Earn meanwhile has sex with his dead daughter and wife. He steps into the mold and it eats his foot. Birds fly in his apartment. He drinks and takes pills all day. His hair falls out and his penis is useless. Snot flows from his nose. He has no tears to cry with. He looks clammy and sweats constantly. He lives in a pile of pickled foods. He sleeps in them. He dies from the fumes. Sykes and Rocket take turns pulling off his limbs.

emily's prom

Introduction: hey emily you hot piece of ass this is your brother and I want to put my cock in all 3 of your fuckholes you trampy bitch

Last night I went to my sister Emily’s house because she called me up and invited me over to eat dinner and watch TV. Emily’s husband is gone for a month so I was looking forward to having some quality time alone with my her. We ate a nice dinner then we put on Emily’s favorite TV show. After we watched her show, we watched one of her favorite movies. When the movie was over, emily told me I was welcome to spend the night if I felt like it and I said “sure, it’s getting late and I don’t feel like driving home” (I was planning on spending the night anyway but she didn’t know that). “I’m gonna go take a shower and you can grab some blankets and sleep on the couch, little brother”. “okay emmy” I said. When emily went into the bathroom I made sure all of the doors to the house were locked. Next I grabbed the duct tape, handcuffs and shackles out of my backpack and went to go get emily out of the shower. I know she likes to take long showers so I let her stay in there for a good half hour to make sure her asshole and cunt would be clean, pretty and pink. When I decided the time was right I walked into the bathroom and emily said “is that you, little brother?”. “yeah it’s me” I said “ I just came in here to pull you out of the shower and tie you up and fuck you”. “oh my god, are you trying to be funny or something? Why would you even joke like that” she said. “I’m not joking emily, I’m about to kidnap you and sexually enslave you in my basement you cunt!”. then I rushed toward the shower and swung the curtain to the side exposing my sister Emily’s wet naked body. I jumped into the shower with her and cuffed both of her hands behind her back. She started to yell so I put a strip of duct tape on her mouth then grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into her bedroom. I dried her off with a towel then threw a dress on her. She looked very scared as I went through her clothes and picked out outfits of hers to make her wear in her new sex jail. Once I had a few sexy outfits picked out I grabbed her wedding dress and said “we’re going home now emily”. Once we got to my house, I popped the trunk and grabbed my sister and all of her sexy outfits and brought my new property into my house. I had to mildly sedate emily to get her out of her house and now that we were home her sedative was wearing off and she started to squirm and resist. Since she was handcuffed and shackled I had her under control. I brought her down to my basement where I built a secret bunker to lock her up in. “how do you like your new home emily” I said as I took the tape off her mouth. “and scream as loud as you want this room is sound proofed”. my sister emily was crying very submissively saying “please don’t hurt me, little brother please don’t hurt me!”. “I’m not going to hurt you emily, I know you’re already in enough pain with your broken tailbone. I’m just going to use you for sex and let strange men pay me to take turns on all three of your fuckhole and I promise you won’t be injured”. “you will however be slapped around, spit on and fucked in your asshole mouth and pussy”. all she did was cry as she heard me say these things to her. I took off Emily’s handcuffs and shackles and made her put on her green prom dress. “I’m taking you to your prom tonight emily”. my sister emily’s lime green prom dress was on her body tight and it was showing off her beautiful curves. I cuffed her hands behind again and put her collar and leash on. I attached her collar to a chain with a master lock then literally destroyed the key. The chain is about forty feet long and it is buried about four feet deep into a cement wall in my sister Emily’s sex dungeon. I gave her a lot of length on the chain since she will be on this chain for the rest of her life and I want her to be able to pace around in her sex dungeon when I’m not using her. Now that I had emily ready for her prom date I called in my customers and told them that emily was ready for prom. Emily looked just like she did at her prom when she wore the same plush lime green dress. I put a big ring gag on emily’s mouth so she wouldn’t be able to bite our cocks as we used her mouth. Then we all ran towards emily and started to pull her hair, slap her in the face, spit on her and make her suck our dicks. I pulled her up to her feet and stuck my hand between her legs and started rubbing my sister Emily’s pussy while other guys were groping her hooters and sticking their fingers in her mouth through the ring gag. I gave my sister emily a hard smack on her pussy that made her yelp out. Then I started finger fucking her cunt really hard and she started to cry. “she started to cry guys! I guess she has had enough foreplay”. next we put my sister emily on her knees and started to run a train on her asshole, mouth and pussy. We lifted up her dress to get at her ass and pulled her tits out of the chest of her green prom dress. Since her hands were cuffed behind her back a couple guys had to hold her shoulders up while someone took a turn on her mouth. This was straining Emily’s body so I took the cuffs off and put them back on with her hands in the front so she could hold herself up while we fucked her. We were all fucking my sister/sexslave emily as hard as we could and spitting on and slapping her as we did it. She was crying her eyes out as we continued to forcefully fuck all three of her holes, spit on her and beat her with belts and switches. We were also calling her names like, “trash whore, cunt, piece of shit, skanky bitch, fucktoy etc…” we then left emily in her cage covered in cum spit and her own tears after we all smacked her on her broken tailbone. 　 How do you like this story emily? Do you like it when your little brother writes stories about making you his sexslave? I jerk off to pictures of you all the time emily and I want to fuck you in all three of your holes you fucking whore. Open your fucking mouth and spread your asshole emily! you are my sexslave emily. I always wanted to suck your fat hooters. I still want to suck them even though you had a breast reduction surgery. I still want to nail your asshole emily, I want to nail your asshole really fucking hard you skanky fucking tramp! then I want to watch you get passed around by thirty guys, I want to see you get spit on, slapped, hairpulled, insulted and fucked in all three of your fuckholes you hot piece of ass! I also want to pull your hair, slap you, spit on you and fuck you in all three of your fuckholes emily. open your mouth and spread your fucking asshole emily because your little brother wants to fuck you in them you slut. suck my cock right fucking now emily!

The Log

Introduction: The Log

Its all started back when I was younger me and my cousin would play games in the basement of my house. We would play games like truth or dare it started good and after some time of playing it everything started to change true was more like have you ever had sex and stuff like that and the dares got even balder we started to put money on are privets then dare the other to grab it . after a little of that it got in to when we dared the other to get the money they would not only get the money but play with the others cunt or dick. Then we started to strip for each other After months of this it stared to get lame again so we changed it up and got some paper and started to Wright things on then strip, finger, jack off, sex , and would cut them up and put them in a hat and pull one out and we had to do what was on there or we would have to punish are selves with something and it was most of the time something like striping down and having to run out were our parents could walk around the corner at any time and see us standing there nude . And that’s when I stared to get in to public nudity It started with me going into like bushes and stripping down in there and then walking out and standing there for so many seconds then I started to get in to the self Torture thing and when I had to hide because someone was coming I would plan a Torture session for later I started with was I had a home at the time toy cars and just anything I had in my toy box that was hard and had pointy parts on the and I would tape the bottom of my boxers and then would dump the toys cars and stuff in to my boxers where I dick was and but this time my dick was hard it didn’t take me much to get hard and I would put my dick in the middle of all the toys and would put pillows under me so I would press more in my dick when I lay on my tummy then I would lay there with my dick pressing in to the toys and would have to hold it thee for so long and if I didn’t I would have to start over and some times I would have to fuck the pillows and not a little fuck I would have to trust hard into the pillows and would have to do it like 40 or 50 times when I was done I would pull my dick out and it would be full of red spots from the corners of the cars digging into the skin. Some times I would do my Torture outside with the trees I would bend a tree down and then I would get on the tree with my dick bent back under me so it was pointing out by my ass and then would get one the trees and let it go and it would press my dick hard . one time I found a bigger tree that was about 4 or 5” in diameter and thought I would use gravity to help out so. The tree had fallen over some time ago because it didn’t have any bark left on it so it is nice and smooth so I got up on the tree and had my legs up behind me as to keep me from putting all my weight on my dick so I got my dick tucked in behind me and laid down on it was not that bad because my legs were up and I was laying flat on the tree so it was little presser on my dick and it was not bent backwards very far so I thought I would start to lift my top half up more straight to put little bit more presser and weight on the dick oh and it worked good it was starting to really hurt so after I got up as straight at I could , because my legs where up in the back I could not sit straight up . now as I was just sitting there I was getting used to the pain and was starting to relax I little , that’s when I thought I would let one leg down but in letting one down I could not hold the other up there and they both came swinging down and with that I when my legs cam free they swung forward and out were my top half of my body then had to do back and all my weight landed on my cock and when I had to lean back my dick bent back even more and the pain was to much and I had to roll of the trees and land on the ground I thought for a second to broke my dick but it was out it just hurts a lot After that I started to do more and more brave stuff I would go to the rodeo grounds where it had bigger trees and lots bush trees and it had paths in the trees so you can walk thought there easy and it was right off the highway so lots of people driving bye I would tape my dick it a tree and then have to stand there for so many mins at a time one time I was doing it I had to break the tree off and put it in my pants because one of my friends from school were walking thought the trees it was a girl from school that I liked so that made it that much worse so there I was with a trees taped to my dick and one of the hottest girls it school talking with me and me trying to hide the hard on I had in my pants thank god she was going somewhere and was in a hurry because she didn’t talk long . After she was gone I thought to myself that was a real rush my heart was just a going so I thought I would walk around town at night with no close on. I started by sneaking out of the house at night and going to the garage out side are house and would strip down to have my t-shirt one but I would have all my close with me and then would start out the door and down the back alley by my house I would only go like a block or so away from the house of the start. After I got my drivers license I started to really get into it. I would get in the car and drive out to the rodeo grounds. There was not much out there, there was the rodeo ground and then fore baseball diamonds and the highway and then a big ditch and then some grain elevators so I would take my key for my car door off my key chair and put it in buy the elevators and then would drive back around to the other side of the rodeo ground and would strip down and put my close in the car and lock the door and shut it and then I would have no chose but to go walking thought the town to get the key so I could put my close back on after a bit started to get better and better at getting there and back and it started to be not exciting anymore because of the low risk of being seen so I up the risk level by lots I started the paper and the hat thing from then I was with my cousin and I started to put starting point and ending points and then gave the penalty option if I didn’t know I if I could do because there were lots of people out in that part of town or just lots of lights so if it was to risky I would take the penalty but it was only luck thing because for my penalty I would have to take a tree branch that I find and tape it to my dick and drag it behind me but the bad thigh is I had to pick a new paper out of the hat so it could be to a worse spot. So for the spots I would pick for starts and ends where like house there the hot girls in school lived or my cousins house not the one I have had sex with this is a different one that I never had anything sexual with or the rodeo grounds . so I put them into the hat and pulled one out it had Mandy on it so that is where I was going t start and then I pulled out another on and it had my cousins name on it the they are on opposite sides of the town so just off the bad I took the penalty and went and found me a tree branch to tape to my dick it was a branch about 4 or 5” wide and 3 feet long with three branches off it one long one and two little ones thought it was perfect because I could tape my dick to the longer one the other ones are to short to scratch my legs when I am walking so I went back to the hat to pull new ones out first one was rodeo grounds so I was like ya this is better already then I pulled the next one and it said Stacy on it I was like that’s little better she lives not that far into there the houses start as it is still far but not really any houses around not like it mattered I had to do that one I only give myself one other pick so I went to Stacy’s house dropped the car door key off and headed back to the rodeo ground I got out striped down got the tree branch out of the truck and started to tape it to my dick after I got it on a just walked around to make sure it was on there good and it was the tape didn’t move any It was little hard to pull but it was not bad , but what I didn’t think of was that I was just dragging it around on the gravel parking lot and the one rule with this punishment was there was no touching the log after you start . so I started off to Stacy’s house and when I got to the end of the parking lot I soon found out that I could have used a little smaller one but I could not stop now so I just kept pulling and after I little but it stopped hurting so much and I was able to go little better every now and then a thicker patch of grass would hook one of the little branches and tug on my dick hurting me. So but besides the patches of long grass I was making my way to Stacy’s house fast I just went down the ditch all the way to the street her house was on I had one more hard spot on the way to her street it was because there was a road going in to town from the highway there is only three roads going in to town fro the height way one on each end and one in the middle I have to go over the one in the middle it took me a bit to pull the branch up the hill with me dick it felt like my dick was going to pull off but I got up and down the other side I was happy I didn’t have to go up that side because it was really steep so after I go to there her street was I just had to go buy the grain elevator and the down her street and she only live 4 house in so that will be fast so I started to the elevator and I walked up the little hill of the train tracks just not even thinking about the branch on my dick I was thinking about how close I was to the house and then as I walked over the other half of the track the branch hit the first one and came I a dead stop and almost though me off balance it hurt so fucking much I need to stop for a min but new I could not or someone would see me. Then I went to grab it and pull it over and then remembered my rule I can’t grab it so then I was fuck I didn’t know how I was going to get to her house now then I remembered the road into town the train tracks will be in the road so I can just slide over them so I had to head back to the road and then I got there I was like fuck now I have to pull this thing up the steep hill I should have been done bye now if I was thinking a little so I made sure there was no cars anywhere and started up the approach I could not just walk out because it hurt so much so I had to stop and put my but out and the walk as far as I could and pull my hips in this was the only way I could make it up the approach .after I made it up I started across the train tracks watching the branch so not to rip my dick off , but it didn’t work as good as I was think it was going to because to the two little branches sticking out would get stuck in the track s I tried moving deferent ways to make the big branch role but it would not role far enough to the branch out of the track I , so I go the idle to do a little just and maybe it will lift it out . so I jumped a little and it didn’t come out but it did lift out a little I just had to jump higher but if I just higher is going to hurt , but I didn’t know any other way to get past the tracks so I jumped up and it fucking hurt but it ended up gong right buck to where is was and stuck again I was sure happy the town was really dead tonight there is never that many people out anyway but there is always some out and about and know I need to hurry up I new jumping that high will lift it up but I need to jump forward to so it would pull the log forward and out of the track so I jumped up and forward and it worked and the log was free and I was so happy not thinking it was only the first half of the first track and there a three sets of tracks going though town my heart sank knowing I would have to do that five more times but I got to and started on the next one I thought if I just pull it up the track and then jump I will not have to jump as high I will just have to pull it over so I tried that and it worked great and didn’t hurts as bad so I got over three more so there was only two left and I was getting really good at it now so I pulled the log up the next track and went to jump over but then I did it this time I went to jump forward I pulled the log that last little bit and it fell it and I didn’t notice it fall in and I just took the big just forward and didn’t jump up because if it pull forward fast a you don’t need to just up so I was getting bigger and bigger jumps forward as I was doing then but then the log fell I so stuck and I gave my jump forward I was stopped really fast and I fell on to my hands with pulled me forward more with that more pull on my dick and the log and it pulled so hard that I broke the branch of the log and came free I just knelled there in more pain then I have ever felt before I looked at my dick and it had stretch marks on the skin but I didn’t want anyone to catch me so I fought my way back to my feet and headed for the next one didn’t want to risk that pain again so I was going to let it drop in and the jump up and out but when I walk across it didn’t get stuff as back and I was able to give a little trust with my hips and it went past so then I was able to get the Stacy’s street and to her house easy after that I got the key and now I had to get back to the car and I had to go fast because I looked at my watch and it was almost 6 and everyone around here heads for work at 6 so I had like 30 mins to get back to the car before there will be lots of people driving around so I started back to the car it was easy to pull the log on the pavement so I started to jog and that hurt a little but I had to get back fast so I just kept going then I got the tracks again and was hoping it would be easy like the last one but before I got started I see a truck coming down the street so I had to run to the elevator with was not the close like 2- 300 meters away that really hurt because I was running and it was on gravel so I would grab a stone and pull it out of the ground every now and then but I made it there in time and the truck drove by so I took a look and ran back out the track and went across the first one good the second staged a big but was good it was the forth one the got stuck again and I panicked because it was getting really close to 6 so I just gave the big jump and it came free and I didn’t have time I free the pain I just jumped over the last one making sure to jump high and far forward with really hurt but I was fast and I started thought the ditch I had to keep a good look out because there is nowhere good to find in the ditch and to my horror there was two cars one on the highway that I need to cross and one coming down the street I know I will have more like running to the car then back because the car in town was close and the one on the highway was farther away so I took off running the best I could because the logs was jumping around and when It would land it would snag one the ground pulling my dick hard before freeing up and jumping up again all the way to the highway it did this when I got the highway the car there was getting close so I had to got fast up the bank of the highway with was not a little one but I bit down on my lip and got up the hill my dick was really hurting now but I could not see it because It is pulled straight back but I just kept running to the car and hide on the back side of the car when the car on the highway pasted I got a look at my dick there is large stretch marks on it and there was blood it was ripped the skin on my dick and was started to pull the skin off my dick I was happy I parked the car in a good hiding spot because it took me like 30 mins to get the tape off my dick because it was in the folds of skin and my dick hurt to touch after I got it off I get dressed I had to leave my boxers off because I dick hurt so bad after I got home my parents were go to work already as they work at 6 so I got to the bathroom and tried cleaning the rips in the skin on my dick and went downstairs to my room to go to sleep then 1 hour later my mom come home to get me up fore school so I get dressed and wrap my dick will burn wrap to try to ease the pain because it hurt to just sit so I new I had to do something because I had to sit for 8 hours at school.

Saruhs Dance

Introduction: At sixteen you "don't know what you want" but you're horny enough to get what you need, its easy, if it's your father you're after... A 3 part story.

Dancing, jumping up and down, she bent down to swish her hair in circles. Home alone and feeling free that Saturday afternoon, Saruh practiced her ritual of listening to House music loud in the living room, a space in the house where as long as she can remember was off limits for fun; her mothers shrine, possibly the only part of the house that never saw dirt but felt the cleaning touches of a woman daily. Leaning over an oversized couch seeking a thrill, Saruh turned up the volume, leaping back onto the plush carpeted floor to lift her skirt high up for extra leg movement she began to grind onto the air sideways, doing some sort of robotic movement while she pulled her shirt up twisting and turning her abs in various ways. The sexual movement turned her on immeasurably. She ran her hand up her young firm thighs onto her uncovered crotch and up onto her stomach, tracing her finger up under her taut heavy breasts while she leaned backwards with her eyes closed. For a sixteen year old she had the body of a classic painted angel. She had a nice body, not skinny and not overweight. With heavy C-cup breasts, long legs accompanying her 5’6” frame of soft tautness, Saruh was a mixed race eye candy for those who love curves with their little incest mind candy. Short brown hair, sharp brown eyes and pouty lips plastered on her face made her pleasant to the eyes. Saruh looked up at the time on her ihome after a quick break to cool down. 3:58 p.m, time for daddy to be home. She quickly pulled her little American eagle pink shirt over her tight fitting red bra and got on her knees and hands as soon as she heard the front door close. Pulling her skirt over her ass, she spread her thighs far apart and started moving her ass up and down, a dance she leaned a few hours earlier from a raunchy music video. She made herself not think and just danced as dirty as she could, pleasuring her muscles with every movement. She heard the faint sound of keys drop in the hall leading into the living room but she pretended not to have heard, with the music so loud and what not. She felt invincible in her mind thinking that it was possibly a good two minutes since the keys dropped. The music went off and the last thing she heard in the silenced air was her deep huff of a moan as she turned seductively to face whose he thought was her father. Both her parents stood a few feet from her exposed, her father trying not to look while her mother, hands crossed and a hand over her open mouth stared at her daughter in shock and disgust not uttering a word. She slowly stood up covering her body. “Is this what you do when we leave you for a few hours!? Dancing around my living room like a cheap BET whore!? Look at my carpet!? What… you’re just going to stand there!? Get fucking lost!” Her mother threw her purse at her and she ran off upstairs in a mock shock. She stopped halfway up and heard her fathers mumbling voice. Probably trying to ask her why she threw things at her daughter. Not even a second passed and they were in a building argument. Her mother grabbed her keys and yelled about going to buy something, slamming the front door as she tripped out the door. “Urgh… finally,” she sighed walking back down to the kitchen. He sat in his home office and stared at the work before him, mind not at bay. The thoughts racing through his mind amazed him. Nothing in his world would’ve ever prepared him for this. Saruh, touching her body onto the carpet, the way his baby girl looked made his cock hard and his mind rambl. Why was he thinking about this? He didn’t know. And what was she doing upstairs? He ran his hands through his hair, clearing his voice as if to stop the thoughts and continue on a different path of thought. Leaning back onto the chair he looked up on a book shelf and saw a picture of his young step-daughter, Saruh, beautiful as ever glowing in the light of day with her huge brown eyes hidden to shade the brightness of the sun. The only thing that could’ve messed the happy thoughts was the hard member in his pants and Saruh laying in the sun outside. Two slow hours had passed and the heat of day was simmered down to perfection and Saruh lay on a bench in the back yard flipping through magazines, partially wet from a previous swim. She lay on her soft teenage back, knees up and spread slightly as she held an old Vogue magazine high in the air to block the sun as she religiously read it, arching her back up. Filled with excitement she squirmed with exciting squeals as she flipped every page with her ipod in tow. He couldn’t help but stare. Led by the evil thoughts in his swim trunks he thought of joining her for a swim but all he could do now was look out into the backyard, replaying what he had seen with his wife earlier. He carefully adjusted his junk and pulled his towel up front and marched right to the pool, avoiding any chance to glance over but couldn’t help noticing her tight bikini bottoms sunk into her pussy ever so sweetly creating the plumpest young camel toe. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared. Twenty minutes ago he’d just had the most satisfying cum session that he could recall, now he’s seeing something he’s had fetishes over. He cussed under his breath and threw his towel down, diving into the cool and crisp water. She couldn’t help but put down the magazine as water splashed onto her face and her ipod. “What the fuck!?” She sprung up jumping canon-ball into the water right on top of her father in fits of giggles as she pummeled down. In a slight shock he sunk down near the floor, looking up and being met by the joining of her two young feet. He couldn’t help but laugh under water, pushing her up with him as he floated up. As soon as he popped his head out of the water his gaze was met by two bronzed full breasts peaking out of the cool blue water, glowing, bouncing heavy and seemingly swaying to his name. Saruh pulled her top onto her breasts as she finally composed herself in slight embarrassment and couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. “Don’t stare too much, daddy,” she said in a-matter-of-factly, laughing and springing towards him to wrap her hands around his shoulders. He could only move forward, keeping his mind on his hips, slowing his urge to make those breasts bounce unreasonably hard. “they’re big ey?” She added winking. “Yes but … Saruh! Damnit you need a new swimsuit.” He moved a little, agitated. “No, mines fun, it’s your fault it came off!” She said splashing water onto his face. “You don’t want your mother seeing something like that.” He splashed her back in a little fit of anger. “What do I care,” she let go and swam a few inches away, “she’s just fuckin’ jealous.” He just stared as she dove under water, her butt cheeks jiggling, glistening with water, bikini wedged and all disappearing under the cool blue. Chris couldn’t help but groan and follow, wrapping his hands lightly around her smooth thighs under the water, sliding his fingers on her, down her ass-crack to her plump pussy slit as she glided around him in a tantric way, swaying the oxygen from his mind in sultry movements. Everything that was female on her body jiggled in the created waves and his mind was spent. He couldn’t take his mind off what he was tempted to do. His cock was hard and his mind was going blank, so slowly without causing a shock to her so enjoyed state of teasing; he rose up from under the water and slowly left the pool filled with horny guilt and caveman intentions. She came up for air and watched him leave the pool, absent mindedly smiling at her as he grabbed his towel furiously and fast paced himself up the back stairs disappearing into the house with a serious frown. Saruh just blinked in confusion. She blew it, or is he scared? She thought of things over and decided he must be scared. “Damn pussy.” she mumbled and swam on her back floating off into space. Chris’s trunks fell as soon as he slammed his bathroom door, wrapping his fist around his cock, straining to let out every single thought he had brewing in his balls. His mind drifted off to the bronze breasts floating outside, he wanted to suck and slap them. His baby girl, the little naughty woman outside, he wanted to fuck her. Fuck her and fill her with his cum. losing track of time as he enjoyed every electric jolt that flew around his body as the menacing dirty thoughts grabbed hold of his whole being. He wanted to sink his hard cock into her selfishly, his baby, his daughter, his. To plunge her small body and ravish her for what it would be worth. Rape her senseless, take her virginity and make her his little bitch. He groaned beating his meat to oblivion not believing his mind. 6’7” fairly tanned in most areas yet still pale by standards, he stood mightily with a head full of brown shiny hair, now a shambled mess as he leaned his head back in a deep groan as spurts of his cum sprayed the air landing on his broad chest. “Saruh,” he breathed sliding down the wall with his back as he tried catching his breathe. “Honey!? Are you in there?” His wife knocked on the door slightly, trotting away distracted. He quickly wiped everything with his wet trunks and put them on, splashing water on his dry face, wiping it off as if to look as he hadn’t been swimming too recently. “Yes dear?” He walked out in a relaxed manner. “Oh, I was wondering if Saruh even came out of her room since I left.” She stared of him in mock disgust, smiling as she watched his body disappear into his shorts. “Uhm,” he took a fast glance into the backyard. No trace of any previous activity or Saruh, he shook his head and passed by his wife slowly. “Do you mind if I joined you?” She breathed lightly, as if covering her stern voice from her previous bitching. She slid her hands up his solid back and onto his manly shoulders, drawing her body onto him. He closed his eyes in a second of thought. Maybe he could just let out his now building frustrations of Saruh with her. He opened his eyes at the shock of his thoughts. He felt uneasy and tried to only think of her mother as he turned around to kiss her and invite her for a swim. She didn’t have Saruhs body, yet his wife sometimes dressed as if she did. Chris never did mind, she was keeping herself young in her own eyes, and he could only respect the woman he loves and avoid any taunts that came that way. She was a bit more preserved and conservative than he or his daughter. Very republican in bed is what he referred her ways as. Her stern ways and commanding nature were things he easily could ignore and enjoy the funny sarcastic woman he married. She walked toward to water in a brown one piece suit, hugging her every curve and crease in the most feminine way. If he could he would love to put her on canvas. He groaned in the treasures he had been given; two women with amazing femininity. She walked into the cold water smoothly, swimming towards him and wrapping her hands around his waist. He breathed slowly, controlling his fast paced mind. She loved to take things slow but he didn’t see that happening. Her hands slid his trunks down and her fingers traced his thighs, in and out they went from his trunks. He grabbed her hands and pinned them firmly behind her swiftly, looking at her dead in the eyes as he pushed his trunks down, freeing his hard cock and plastering it onto her stomach hard. “Chris! Take it easy, I’m just trying to relax and have fun.” She wiggled and he pressed her firmly against the edge of the pool. She was never a big fun of his random caveman rough arousals, preferring him romantic if not gentle. “I’m not.” He growled pulling her swimsuit bottom sideways by her leg not even bothering to pull them completely off he grabbed her thighs apart, pressing himself between her and sliding her up the wall so she was face to face with him. She was angry, pushing him away from her but that just fueled him on. Chris’s arousal was beyond recognition; he pushed his hard cock on her pussy, threatening to slam it inside her as hard as he could. “Chris, please just fucking stop. I didn’t want this!” She wailed as he pushed his head into her, grabbing her ass cheeks apart as he pulled her onto his cock and pushed into her as hard as he could. Her eyes couldn’t focus well enough, she had to keep watching. Saruh threw her towel down and sat near the kitchen bench, mouth open and heart pounding. He was fucking her. Right inside the pool and she was able to watch. Saruh moaned unwillingly every time Chris pushed into her mother. How fucking lucky was she to finally catch him doing what she wanted done to her. His mind was gone. Filled and driven with lust he ripped her bikini top down, biting a breast into his mouth as he greedily sucked on her nipple. His wife was bitching and screaming at him but wasn’t able to hide the moans that escaped every time he slammed his fat cock inside her. Pulling her head back by her hair he growled at her to stop bitching, biting her neck hard and rubbing her clit, quickly, almost in an animalistic drive he fucked her, feeling her breasts rub against him in hard friction as the water around them splashed uncontrollably only unheard because of the moans drifting in their backyard. She complied for now. He made the mistake to look up and he saw Saruh. Saruh couldn’t take it and ran to the back yard, sitting on a bench behind a few flower pots, she watched, not able to resist rubbing herself over her swimsuit. She stared so hard and her eyes eventually met his. She ghasped, paused and raised a finger to her lips in a hush. Chris groaned heavy feeling as if his nuts might explode once he saw Saruh and where her hand free was. He ground his teeth together and picked up his already fast pace, fucking his wife senselessly. Saruh got on her knees on the grass and pushed her bikini top apart making her big breasts bounce out, squished together by the material. Their ample full look caused a twitch from his part but nothing like when Saruh parted her legs, leaned back onto her elbows and slid her finger into her bikini, moaning softly as she caught her hand up with his pace. She mouthed words that drove his groin insane just imagining what she was saying. Grinding onto her hands, touching what she could and arching her body in the most seductive ways. He couldn’t believe his lustrous eyes but that was it. That little slut would be his. He felt a hard kick into his side and his whole body stiffened in cramping pain and pleasure as he let out more than he could possibly cum, over and over until he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. He groaned loudly into his wife’s ear as he let her go, slowly sinking down into the water.

CUM, YE MOTHERFUCKERS, CUM

Introduction: This Oedipus opus is dedicated to my mother, Dell

CUM, YE MOTHERFUCKERS, CUM By Oediplex 8==3~ This Oedipus opus is dedicated to my mother, Dell PREAMBLE Greeting to all Oediplex OediPals, both sons and mothers who ever thought about committing incest with their parent or child, most especially those who did share that intimate act. This piece of writing is produced to make you cum. But it has a second purpose as well. I am working on building a network of all those who are interested in the subject of mother/son sex. In past I have written many stories in this genre and I believe that they were well received, if you could overlook my weak grammar. This has allowed me to make contact not just with those who enjoy reading such stories, but some folks who’s real situations are as hot as the best fantasy out there on the Internet. Some of these have allowed me to help them tell their true narratives. Any who contact me are provided information as where they might find these accounts. I seek to share high quality erotic on the subject of mother/son incest with everyone that I can reach. We all need a cum. To that end . . . I have included in this work the true ‘The Confessions of Oediplex’ my real story. Sadly, I am but a want-ta-be motherfucker, having never actually had the opportunity to do so. Or rather, the opportunity I had passed by unrealized, which is the second part of this writing, the part created to make you cum. (Patience you’ll get there, but you’ll miss the best part if you skip ahead.) That lost opportunity is recreated in fantasy below as the consummation of having sex with my mother. It is based on the real circumstances of our lives, but extends in fiction what might have been, if things had taken just the slightest turn differently. If they had, this is how I believe I would have gotten to fuck my mom. It could have really happened this way. The names are not changed, as I am not innocent and she has now passed to paradise. The story action is written from her perspective which I think makes it hotter, though I begin the narrative with the set-up of our circumstances. The best part is this, if you will contact me - your email definitely will be answered and you will be provided with information that will lead you to having many more orgasms from exquisite erotica available no where else. I am not promoting a commercial site, but a society of like minded people that read this genre because it turns them on. Some of my other stories (like “Pandora’s Box Got Me Mom’s Box” - available as well) were produced to inform folks of some of the material I have. But there is so much more in store for any who will consider themselves Oediplex Oedipals. So read what is below, then write me for more. I promise a cum to all who would call themselves my pals. Oediplex 8==3~ Connecticut 2004, The Confessions of Oediplex Why I wanted to, but never got the chance to fuck my mother. I believe from my study of the subject of incest, that the familiarity of family life breeds (pun) not contempt so much as neutrality. The exotic, exciting, erotic, romantic feelings are directed to those who are outside the genetic-unit. Though, interestingly enough, they may very well resemble a family member. In other words, ‘birds of a flock don’t often fuck, but birds of a feather will tend to nest together’. When I was in sixth grade, we moved to Connecticut and the split level house was such that sounds carried more than the old one. Also I was staying awake later as I got older, and began to hear strange sounds from the recreation room in the floor below, after I had been sent to bed. The voices of my parents, in odd patterns, moans and muffled cries. Then one night I was sure that I heard my mother saying, “No . . . no . . NOO!” My parents had highly emotional fights and I thought that perhaps my father was getting physical with her, though he had rarely ever done so. I crept down the stairs and peeked over the banister to see what was going on. My dad was squatting in front of my mother who sat in an easy chair, she had slid down so her behind was at it’s edge. His boxers were at his feet and her nightgown raised to her waist, he was between her legs. I ask if everything was okay. After an initial moment of surprise on my pop’s face, that passed though irritation to understanding, he assured me that they were fine and well and I should go back to bed. Mom was red faced and said nothing, but she appeared to not be in distress. I returned to my bedroom with mixed thoughts as to if I had witnessed them having had an altercation or sex. A few weeks later the same scenario played out twice more. These times, however, I saw the flash of uniting genitals before they realized they were being viewed. My father was quite brusque and firmly ordered me back to bed in a commanding voice that conveyed his annoyance with me and my hampering their activities. But my mother spoke also, to me reassuring me that all was okay and encouraging me to go back to sleep. Now I was sure it was intercourse. A couple nights in the following month I sneaked down to peek again, but was afraid to get caught and so only watched for a few moments to observe their private action. The last time I even arrived just as they were climaxing together and stayed just long enough to observe the aftermath. Then my folks no longer did it downstairs but behind the closed door of the bedroom. My Oedipus Complex comes from years of masturbating outside the door of my parents bedroom while I listened to them. My mother was quite verbal when she had an orgasm, and it was “yes, yes, yeess!” then. But she had a conservative upbringing. Even so, my folks had pre-marital sex in the parlor of mom’s Sorority house (behind the upright piano). So when she was building to the climax, it was like she was resisting the feeling of loving sex, and it was “no, no nooo . . .” before she would give into the overwhelming climax my dad brought her to. Several times each eve that they fucked mom would be very vocal when she came, though it wasn’t every night they did it, but often. So that is where my love of seduction themes comes from, my mommy’s "no!, no, noo" then "yes, yes, yeess!" when orgasming. In my youth I fantasized about most anything half pretty and wearing a skirt. In my sophomore year of college, something, I’m not sure what, began to swing me to older women images (teachers) and particularly mother/son stories for my turn-ons. By my Senior. college year I was totally into incest, mostly mother/son. The observation I made about the books which served to fuel my rod, was that those with incest were of people who loved and cared for one another. The rest of the porno literature made more of the physical mechanics and how many beds and combos could be done with the stock of characters in the story. The non-incest were, for the most part, too dry, no emotion, lacking of feelings for the partner. The best part of making love is the relationship. Cheap meaningless sex has it’s place, God knows I’ve never gotten enough of it myself, but screwing the most forbidden, seducing the loved one and the conquest of lust over morals and propriety, and future complications (i.e., don’t tell Dad), that is my cup of tea, my fantasy, hot button, turn on, fetish, kink, deviation, perversion, decadence, etc. I would call most of my real sexual experiences pedantic or pedestrian if it didn’t make it sound like I was a pervert of the kind I’m not, no foot fetish here. Each of the three ladies I wed (that was no lady that was my bitch) knew what kind of pervert I really am, and were perfectly aware of my proclivity to mother/son incest fantasies before we wed. Generally they had no problems with that and indeed we role played too. So my three divorces were due to other problems, none sexual. At one point my mother might have actually been coming on to me. In reflecting back on the period of when I when I was home from graduate school during one summer, I recollect several times when we kissed in greeting her tongue would French me. I was a bit befuddled by this, never imagining that my conventional mom might have the same kind of imaginings I had about her and I doing it. I thought that she had been making an error in her affections. Kissing me like she would dad, but unintentionally with her son. In retrospect perhaps it was no mistake but rather a testing (or tasting?) of the waters, of whether I might follow through on my fantasies. There was one time, which never happened, but might have been the occasion that I finally got to fuck my mother. Here's what I think might have happened. When I was fresh out of grad school, in my first house, as a young professional and single, (having recently ended an engagement with a gal in Indianapolis); my mother asked if she could come and visit me, alone. Knowing now, what I later found out from my dad; that at the time, that they had stopped making love several years before, I can imagine she was very horny by then. Added to the quite possible discovery by my mother (possibly at sometime in the past) of my incest pornography with mother/son sex themes (I didn’t try too hard to hide it), then it is conceivable that I might have gotten to fuck my mother on that visit. Which never happened, as before she had set a date to visit (and of course I had no idea of the potential of that stay) I met my first wife and we were very quickly engaged. No matter what, at that point my mom would have not interfered. She wanted grandkids. But my father told me one thing about my mother that would have been critical, if we had started down the path of incest. Dad told me (after mom died of cancer at 54) that she was a goner if you ate her pussy, then she had to have it in her, she couldn’t allow herself to cum that way for some reason, she would say "Put it in, put it in, now!" That explained the vocalizations I had heard at their door. While my father was in a talkative mood that night and similar evenings, I wrung all the information on their sex lives and my mother’s body that I could from dad. I could say I pumped him, but that would give a different misimpression! Get this, when I told him that night that I had the hots for mom for all those years, he said he had wished he’d known; that he had such power over her that he could have arranged it. I assumed he meant during that period after they had stopped making love and that I was as yet unattached. Where is a friggin’ time machine when you need one! Someday I will write a fantasy of the visit that never happened. I’ll let you know! Well here it is, read on for your promised climax of the story, mothers are encouraged to have more than one climax. The Seduction of Jocastrix How Oediplex might have gotten to fuck his mother, if only . . . Her son’s tongue slithered over her clit again in his serpentine style that drove her to the peak of sexual excitement and she reached the point of no return. “Put it in,” she gasped and uttered the words in a breathy most urgent plea, “put it in, now!”, was all she could say as she repeated her begging. Dell had reached the point of no return, she must have a cock in her cunt, even if it was the penis of her son. But even better, that it was the organ of her beloved David, the devoted son who now was filling her long emptiness and the longing they had both had hidden for so long. She reached the point of no return and gladly welcomed it as she welcomed the tool of her boy, as she was well deserving of the cum to come. She had reached to point of no return. And this is how she reached it. Dell was a typical suburban housewife of a commuter husband. He made a six figure income and life was very comfortable in Connecticut for them. But they had been estranged in sexual matters for nearly three years. She was sure that her spouse, while his interest in sex had waned with older middle age, was occasionally getting a piece from the attractive secretaries at the office, though not his own - as she did trust that particular woman. Dell also suspected there was a call girl once in a while. The situation was a source of bitterness, but otherwise life was sweet and she really had no other options she cared to pursue. She would not give up on a marriage that, aside from the lack of sex, was exceptional. There were no men she cared to take as lovers, sometimes she was propositioned, it embarrassed her. She was not without desire and needs, and the clunky vibrator of those days helped to relieve things when she resorted to it. But it wasn’t a penis. So she was a frustrated lady with a reasonable figure and a sex drive at peak in her late forties. There was one other man alone she might consider having sex with. Except that he was her son David. She only had those musings because she had found a regular parade of pornographic books between his mattress and springs when she changed the bed linens. The sheets were so stained with the yellow of his semen she had switched from white to a matching pale lemon for his bedding. She couldn’t help notice the titles when she did this chore in his room. “Mommy Does Sonny”, “Her Son Was Her Lover”, etc. David had never approached her or even let on in his conversation about his desires. But he must have a powerful Oedipus Complex thought Dell, as all the books were of the same genre. She had begun to read one or two out of curiosity when she as sure she was alone in the home and would not be interrupted. It was easy to find the good parts, the books’ spines were cracked by repeated opening to the section where the mother and son consummated their passion. The greasy fingerprints from the Vaseline lubrication were evidence of his masturbation, as if the volume of Kleenex in the wastepaper basket some feet away was not enough of a telltale. She noted that over the years David had become proficient at tossing tissue and getting it into the receptacle. Curiosity had lead to reading, reading had led to arousal, being turned on and horny she had masturbated to the fantasies her son had cum to. Thus Dell was introduced to think about what her conservative midwestern background would have seen as sinful, but her liberal arts college education informed her was not an unheard of phenomena. She might never have thought about having sex with her son, save for his dirty books, but she had and her fingers had done the walking while she lay on yellow sheets. Indeed, sometimes with the confidence of complete privacy and plenty of time, she had gotten totally naked on David’s bed with his books on incest and read and cum so much that she made a huge wet spot on the linens she was about to change. But all that had changed as her son had moved to Long Island to a place of his own, leaving no naughty literature to peruse for self-abuse. Now she was even more frustrated and the vibrator had quit working several weeks ago. But a plan began to form in the back of her mind. David was in his late twenties, but unattached, his engagement of a the past year having collapsed and none others had been serious, even though he did date. He, like his parents, had most certainly engaged in pre-marital sex. These days, in the Seventies, that was much more accepted as being okay and open, than when she had taken his father behind the piano in the Sorority house parlor to be taken by his father. Dell always had had a strong sex drive. In fact, she was actually not new to incest, as she had made overtures and willing engaged in losing her virginity to a favorite uncle. They had lived for several years during the Depression on the farm owned by the man who had married her mother’s sister. A sweet fellow, handsome and not able to withstand the temptation of being the first lover of the ravishing, raven hair beauty; who made it clear she was open to his showing her what sex was about. They had several brief interludes, but the Presbyterian pall of guilt curtailed an extended affair. Then she and her folks had moved away when her dad got a job with the railroad as a stationmaster. So it was that Dell, feeling no sexual loyalty to her husband, being frustrated carnally and not being Simon-pure herself when it came to incest, considered exploring the possibility of having sex with her son. After all, she already knew of her son’s lust and considering his maturity and freedom from any romantic attachments, plus given the fact that his house would afford them the opportunity of intimacy and privacy, there was the potential of their lust culminating in a loving session of steamy sex in that safe setting. Dell asked David on one of his phone calls to home, when they were the only ones on the line, if she could come and visit him, just herself for a few days perhaps. She promised to make his favorite dinners and help with housework and that they would have a chance to pal around. David agreed to what could not be passed up as a great deal, to have her provide the kind of mothering he missed, being on his own nowadays. But Dell thought to herself that there was perhaps another ‘mothering’ he might get too, if he played his cards right. [Now, gentle reader, understand at this point in our narrative, that as much as many of us like the idea of seducing our mom and getting her to do that which she might be reluctant to do; the fact is moms are by definition, not virgins. In fact they are sexually experienced mature women who have minds and desires and plans of their own. While in youthly courting we might refer to the old saw that “he chased her until she finally caught him”, the same is not without parallel in the lives of people of more mature ages too. Women can and often are the sexual stalkers, only more subtle and without allowing the man to know he was being beguiled. So, while in the stories of mother/son incest we might see the mom ready to jump into bed with her offspring, the reality is more likely that if she is of a mind to - it is not in wanton fashion. But rather, she in a cautious consideration, weighs the multitude of factors involved in going to that measure and depth of intimacy with her son. So it would have been with my mother. Dell would have been open to allowing things to develop, without pushing me into something I was not ready for. I was ready indeed, if things had been made clear to me; but unfortunately they remained hidden and we didn’t connect with physical intimacy.] Dell arranged to meet David in New York City for lunch at a favorite restaurant of his Monday after next. She would catch the train down to the Big Apple, and shop in the morning. Then after lunch she planned to take him to an art museum he had not been to, but would be delighted to discover. Later they would take the Long Island Railroad back to his town and be at his home in time to order pizza. His favorite dinner to be served up the next evening after work. David was eager to have this special attention lavished on him. Dell got the items she wanted in the morning of that fine Monday in September. The weather was warm and dry, ‘perfect air’ for being naked, it went through her mind. [with a wink and nod to my fans!] They followed through on her plans and had a fabulous time together. The day had been so nice they walked quite a bit, rather than taking a cab. They arrived at David’s place and did get dinner on the way - pepperoni pizza and a good wine. His home was furnished with family spare furniture. The living room had the old couch from the downstairs recreation room, before it was redecorated; his bedroom set was from his grandmother and some things from Goodwill were scattered about. Comfortable, not too shabby, but a bachelor pad all the same. He had however cleaned the place up for her visit. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS IS DELL. David said in one his stories by Oediplex that he would have me help write the second part, using the ‘nom de naughty’ of Jocastrix. Okay, for as much as I am in his psyche, Jocastra to his Oedipus Complex, I think I can have a say in this story. I might be in heaven, but I live in spirit in his heart and he has my words in his memory and he speaks sometimes with my voice as my phrases are echoed when he verbalizes. So I am going to take up the narrative in the first person. Besides, that makes it a hotter reading don’t you think? I was pleased and admittedly surprised at his efforts to make the house that he was renting so presentable in honor of my visit. All those years of nagging about cleaning his room must have actually gotten through! We had wine with the pizza, a good Vapoliccelli I bought on the way from the train station. After dinner I told David I had bought a present for him, as well as something for myself, at Bloomingdale’s. When your husband is a top executive with a giant company, money is not an issue, though we don’t spend ostentatiously. I enjoyed the look of surprise and confusion when he opened his present. “Mom,” he said hesitantly, obviously not wanting to offend me, “I don’t wear boxer underwear like dad. I’m a jockey guy, you know that.” “They are not your father’s underwear, kid!” I kidded my kid. “They are ‘house-shorts’ not underwear; you wear them instead of a robe. When it’s warm like this evening, you put these on.” “I normally go nude, when I walk around the house.” he replied. “So? Are you going to go around naked when I’m here?” He blushed, I knew his weak spots. “Reserve your judgment until you try them. Go and put them on, they’re silk, I think you’ll like them. I got your favorite color, Sweetie.” Cobalt blue, the only pair in the store that color, but such a wonderful soft silk, like a paper thin velvet. I was sure it would be a hit once he had them on. I continued, “And I’ll put on the new nightgown I bought too, then we will both have slipped into something more comfortable.” Such a corny phrase, yet so appropriate on several levels for the things that I was going to be exploring. I went to the spare bedroom where my suitcase and shopping bags were and got out the nightie I had purchased special that morning. It was a pale blue, complimentary in hue to his shorts. But where his was a solid material, this was a delicate diaphanous silk, so translucent hardly anything was hidden when worn. At home, even with a much more modest gown, I wore a robe. But here my attire was to be different, with a naughty purpose in mind. Make no mistake, the title of our story says seduction, but I was not the one being seduced. I put on a lacy flesh colored pair of panties of the finest slippery silk. They hid my bush, but teased by making it’s outline clear through the lace. No bra to cover my breasts, the aureoles were quite visible. I was a horny hussy, I had bought the outfit to entice. I am not a wanton woman that would roll onto her back with her arms open and legs spread, but this get-up was designed to have the same effect. But lest you get a misimpression; I was not there to seduce David against his will. After all, he had never said anything, nor ever made a pass at me; not even responded reciprocally the couple of times I tried to French kiss him in the past year. I knew of his fantasies, yes, but I was not going to lead him into doing anything he was not willing to do, and enthusiastically too. I loved him and would never do anything deliberately to harm hurt him or embarrass him or cause emotional damage. But he did read those dirty books, and maybe he just needed a concrete clue that his mother would not hit the ceiling if he did make a pass at her. If these scanties didn’t do it, then I had made a serious misjudgment of his desires. But I didn’t think so. David heard me coming down the stairs and was talking even before he saw me. “God, mom, these are really great! I love the feel! You were right! And the color is perfect. Where did you get them fro..uuhh . . .” he stopped in mid sentence as I rounded the corner into the living room. For a tiny moment I thought I had shocked him and gone too far in my ‘undress’ apparel. Then he let out a wolf-whistle and said, “Kooo-kooo-kahh-cheeww, Mrs. Robinsoonn!” The syllables were stretched to give emphasis on his compliment. “The Graduate” was fresh in everyone’s memory, the middle-aged woman and younger man affair. “Thank-you!” I said realizing I had blushed. I made commented on his shorts to cover my fluster. “Stand up and model those skivvies!” He rose and turned around slowly. I could clearly discern the shape of his cock and the silk draped over the tight firm full buns of the man who was also my son; my honey the hunk. Not a body builder physique, the beginning of a beer belly if he didn’t watch it, but the athletic lines of his dad when we were in our early married life and hubby was still hungry for sex. “Quite handsome!” I returned his compliment. I sat on the couch across from where David was. The wine and the long day suddenly caught up with me and I had a moment of being quite tired wash over me. I became aware that my legs ached. “Sweetie, would you mind rubbing my legs? I’m afraid your old mom got a bit worn out today hiking around the city.” “You ’re not old mom!” Then in the voice of Groucho Marx, “You’re only as old as you feel and I’d be glad to feel you and make you feel young. . . . Sorry! Force of habit, I never could resist a double entendre given a straight line.” “You have a great sense of humor, Honey. You make me feel younger with your wry, ribald remarks.” He came over and knelt in front of me. He was the image of his father at that age, indeed he had always been like a clone of his dad. I wondered if that was true even down to what hung between his legs, under the blue silk shorts. His strong hands began to rub my right foot. He knew just what to do, the massaging hands worked the tired toes and sore soles of both feet. Then he moved to my left calve. For him to do the job right I needed to spread my legs. As I did so, I automatically pushed the gown down between my thighs to cover my crotch. ‘Counter productive to being seductive’ I thought to myself and made note that I would need to find a reason to rather raise the hem for him to have a hint of hair down there. David switched legs and to make easier access. I skooched down the seat of the couch so that my bottom rested at the edge of the cushion. This had the effect of pulling the nightie higher on my thighs exposing my limbs all the way to the lacy panties. ‘Perfect!’ I thought to myself, a good look to make things cook! As my son’s administrations went to the back of the knees, alternating the massage of his mom’s gams, like a ship tacking on the breeze, I felt my slit begin to moisten with the sensual pleasure and sexual potential of having my son between my legs. Soon I was soaked and the flesh color panties took on a slightly darker tone as they dampened and became translucent to provide a ruddy valley of feminine neatherlands concealed but yet revealed. Not exposed but disclosed nonetheless, a view which David inspected at close range as he continued his voyage of discovery to stroke my thighs in a most exciting manner. His hands smoothed the flesh beneath them as he drew down and then kneaded on the forward stroke. He had a technique that was practiced. My son’s touch both relaxed the muscles and stimulated my womanhood. I knew he was doing that on purpose and his glance at my face studied my features for this effect. I smiled at him then closed my eyes and tilted my head to the back of the davenport as an approving “Mmmm” purred from my throat. The double caress of his hands on each side of my upper legs switched left and right and with each set maneuvered higher and closer to the juice laden lace at the apex, the apogee of my limbs and the base of my body and the center of my base carnal appetites. But his fingers stop just short of the fabric and did not cross the line of impropriety. He ended this most relaxing and erotic ritual with a kiss on my cheek that opened my eyes and opened my heart even more to this attentive son of mine. I spread open my arms and encircled him in a hug before he might withdraw, I would not let him retreat from his most chaste yet very arousing of advances. I drew his head to my chest, his cheek on my one breast, his face in mommy’s tits. He was eye to eye with my right nipple and cushioned on the pillow of my pulchritude. David made himself home in my arms, between my thighs, nestled in my bosom. I could feel his hard-on through the silk of his shorts, my gown had slid to my navel when he had moved up to hug me and now undies and briefs were all that separated our genitals. He could hear my heart on high volume as it pounded in his ear pressed to my body. I caressed the silky clean hair of his head as his one arm went around my waist and left hand cupped the ribs next to the pout of my right teat. This position the two of us had engaged in reminded me of something that had happened very long ago but was fresh in my mind thinking about my son and sex. “Honey? Do you remember when you came downstairs on a few occasions back in when we lived on Ridgecrest Drive, and you found mommy and daddy doing it?” “God! mom, I’d never forget it!” David’s deep voice reverberated in the depths of my lungs and in the delicate shells of my ears both. “I thought the first time that Dad was hurting you. I heard you crying “No, no, NOOO!” and I wanted to go and protect you from him. But when I got downstairs and you realized I was there, dad assured me everything was all okay.” He continued, “I remember that you had your gown up to your waist and dad’s boxers were down around his ankles and he was squatting between your legs. You were on the old blue easy chair. I was not understanding what was happening, so I snuck down to spy. The next time and the one after that, I was so curious as to why you were making the noises I heard, I had to see what was going on and if you were having sex. But I was too open in looking and got sent to bed with dad being angry. I wasn’t sure why, but it was more than because it was just past my bedtime, I knew that.” “Yes, your father had been almost about to cum and didn’t appreciate being hampering when humping. Coitus interruptus was not on the agenda in those days.” “I did sneak down twice more and peaked at what you two were doing when you were making those cries. I was very curious to see what intercourse was all about. You didn’t catch me those times. I saw dad’s penis erect and going into your tummy where it was hairy. I wanted to assured myself that you were not being hurt, plus I had an idea of what was really happening and was lured by the prospect of seeing sex. When you both shuddered in a paroxysm I knew something exciting and important had happened and the hugs and kisses afterward meant the it was all okay and nothing bad.” “I got news for you kiddo - I saw you, even if daddy didn’t and that is why from then on we made love only in the bedroom with the door closed or when you were away at camp or your grandparents. But I kept quiet because I knew you needed to know that I was not being abused, but that it was a loving act between your father and I. But after that second time I was afraid that your father would catch you again and spank you for spying. So I decided to raise the level of privacy to our bedroom on the second floor.” David responded, “After I learned the facts of life, and was wise to what was going down, you should pardon the expression . . .” We both chuckled, “I listened almost every night on the stairs, with my ear to the door and ready to bolt back to my bedroom if you came out to use the bathroom. You only caught me a couple of times doing that!” “Darling,” I sighed and shifted a little with my hips to get more comfortable, “after a couple of times realizing that you were not going to quit being curious, we decided to just let you listen. We had the same problem with your sister, at least she used the intercom. So we knew you were there, we just determined it was not going to put a damper on our sex life.” Speaking of damp, his lump on my mound was keeping me moist. I shifted again, not for relief or easement, but to enjoy the erection rubbing my clit though the thin, twin layers of silk. “Did you use the Vaseline then when you were ease dropping on your parents going at it?” “No, I had my underwear on, in case you caught me, and I brushed it up and down on the edge of the step thinking that I was entering your pussy!” God! All this reminiscing was getting me hyper-aroused. “I sometimes had your daddy do me next to the door when I was sure that you were there, so you could hear real well.” “Yeah! I remember those times. I could even hear the sucking sound of dad’s dick going in and out of your vagina. And the slapping sound as his balls beat against you. And your little whimpers before your loud screams as you came. That was so totally hot mom!” I was totally hot and turned on now. He could have taken me then if he had known so and was bold enough. I gasped and rocked my loins again, he reciprocated with a bump and hump of his own. Though we didn’t continue to grind we were both aware of the arousal of the other and of each other’s acceptance of the contact at so intimate and dangerous a level. “Yeah, he was giving it to me from behind, my favorite position, and I could hear your panting through the door too!” I was glowing incandescent down at my genitals. “Do you want to suck mommy’s breast like you did as a baby Sweetie?” I knew the answer and pulled down the nightie to expose my right boob. The nipple looked like a new pencil eraser, pink and pointed and proud on a ruddy half-dollar cap of raspberry colored pebbled flesh. David’s lips nibbled their way to attach the vacuuming mouth and swirling tongue of his eager orifice. I had a sudden sense memory of the days when he was an infant, milking his mommy while his daddy went down on me and made me rocket. My husband had been a developer of jet engines for his huge firm. A rocket scientist with the certificates to prove it. But in the love making department he sent me to the moon regularly. After having given birth to our first born, before we could resume normal intercourse, his mouth had acted in concert with the activity of nursing David. These double simulations were some of the most erotic and profound sexual experiences I had ever had and were not to be repeated with the birth of my second child, as she was bottle fed because of logistical considerations due to several factors. Those were the only times I was able to get off through cunnilingus, rather than begging to be fucked. Now the recollection of that coinciding of nurturing and sexual titillation; the infant suckling at my tit and my husband sucking on my clit at the same time, which had sent me over the brink of ecstasy, cascading into a euphoria of multiple climaxes; that memory reached out and took over my brain as I relived the moment of supreme love and sexual elation. I was giving and being given to, a new bride having the wedded bliss of unbridled joyful sex with my spouse and a baby to cherish and adore at my breast. My brain was a time machine that transported me mentally and physically to the climax of those moments. My body buck in lust as my phantom hubby make my gonads gloriously happy. As I peaked in remembrance I came in reality and returned to what was really happening. David was still nursing on my nipple and dry fucking me with his hard-on humping on my tummy. Sliding on the slippery fabrics that separated us from intercourse, as his cock tried in vein to poke the spot where the opening of my womanhood was. My sweet baby, David, was now a grown man, with his penis rubbing up and down on my mons Venus instead of a step. His lips once more on my milk giving mammary, now dry save for his saliva. His cock cumming on mommy, excited to climaxing from our intimate talk and erotic activity. The evening had transported us both to a moment neither of us had planned and both had approvingly appropriated as a natural course of where our conversation and closeness was leading to. Yes we came together, mother and son. We came together to be in his home alone together. We came together to share the gentle joy of the physical ministry of his massage. We came together closer in sharing about times we were unable to speak of before; until now. Adult to adult we could openly be honest and understand the complex dynamics of the sexual tensions that had existed between mother and son , Dell and David. Confiding about the times by the bedroom door when David’s father, my husband, had made love for both of the men to me; and I had given myself to both males as well, one physically and the other symbolically simultaneously. And yes, oh yes, we had cum together, back then and now too, now climaxing in a humping of hot arousal not to be denied and which must be shared as male and female as well as child and parent, son with mom, David on Dell. We had come together and cum together, as evident from each of our soaked silks saturated with sexual secretion. I could still feel his after-throbs, quaking on my tummy so sweetly. Detect the hot damp spot that spread in his shorts and seeped through fabric to be felt on my own flesh, my skin alerted by his ejaculation of man-seed, son-cum, kid-creaming. The moment was given a coda of sighs when the ragged gasps and heavy heaving of our lungs was replaced with our murmurs of reassurance and love and respect. Then silence, as the momentous enormity of our mutual masturbation made us reflect in the afterglow on the meaning of our act of love. Our intense peak of cuddle-coupling diminished into the most pleasant of quiets and spiritually satisfaction of a higher level of love, having been reached in a totally delightful and satisfying fashion, free of guilt, without guile and open to more exploration later without any recrimination now or ever. Without actually having sexually intercourse, David and I had become lovers as sure as if we had done the deed. But it was far beyond the corporeal connection, even if it had not been physically consummated. We were now more intimately bonded even than some married couples failed to achieve. What a blessing, what a curse! And I knew that tomorrow this blazing course would culminate in convivial consanguinity. We arose and repaired to our separate bedrooms for the night. It might seem silly to have separated at that juncture, but at the time it seemed natural to not move to a mutual mattress and more likely more mating. So we slept, and well each, on our individual pallets, at peace with our peccadillo of incestuous passion, no regrets nor fears of reproaches in the morning light to disturb our slumber. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In the morning we were dressed for breakfast, David in his work suit to go to the office, I in my clothes suitable for housework. But this day David returned my French kisses, brushed my tit and gently squeezed my buns as he did so. I fixed him a cheese omelet, folded to make a suggestive split with a single sausage link slyly laid in the groove and a glass of milk to drink as well. Eggs and meat with dairy; the male shape and female products were graphic and metaphorical in meaning. David laughed and enjoyed the dish, saying, “Mom, you know what I like! It’s Dell-icious!” I bent down and whispered in his ear as he left for the job, “Tonight, I am making your favorite dinner and also giving you something you have long wanted to eat too!” Then Frenched him again. His eyes told me that he clearly understood that the evening was be most memorable for both of us. His hand slid up my legs between my thighs and discovered I worn no panties. I turned instantly wet, but knew he needed to get going. “No dawdling - nor diddling! Best be off to work now, we can work on getting off later!” With a grin he gave me a big hug and a hot kiss and I felt his hard-on press against me, before he turned and exited out the kitchen door to his car. The day was spent shopping for dinner and cooking, not much cleaning to be done but a little laundry, including the sin saturated undies of last night’s session of indecent indiscretion. I rummaged in his tape collection for mood music, set up candles on the living room mantle. I began to cook the rump roast that was his most desired ‘Dell-icacy’ of mommy cooking for her sonny boy. Then I took a long bath and a short nap. By the hour he was due, the table was set and scene of seduction set-up, the meat and potatoes were hot and ready and so as moma! I’d let him pop the cork on the champagne, I’d pop his later! When David arrived I loosened his tie and gave him a big kiss but no tongue. I patted his butt and told him to put on some jeans and a tee shirt. He put his hand up my frock and discovered the cotton panties I had on. I grabbed his arm and firmly disengaged my boy from man-handling me. “Later!” I said arching my brows and smiling to reassure him that the promise of the morning was not forgotten, “dinner is getting cold, pot-roast, your favorite!” He said “YES!!” and charge up the stairs to change. We sipped the bubbly, the conversation was sparkling, the sexual tension was sparking too. David review the mundane agenda of his day and I recounted my domestic duties. We discussed the headlines of the paper and the latest gossip about celebrities. We skirted the issue of what was up my dress, we were jocular about things with out mentioning what was in his jockey shorts. In brief, we were polite in conversation while our minds were thinking about naughty things in panties. Chocolate ice cream did nothing to cool our lurking lust. It was not the true dessert of the evening. David helped me clear the table, will wonders never cease, but then he was motivated to have the night’s activities move along. I declared the dishes could wait until the next day if they were well rinsed, for the same reason. “Your new silk shorts are washed and on your bed” I said indicating what I expected next. David dropped his drawers and there they were already on him! The eager little devil! I unbuttoned the top button of my dress and gave him a smile. “Okay! But while I change, light the candles on the mantle and start the music I put in the stereo and fetch us another bottle of bubbly. And hang up your clothes!” I was still his mother, isn’t that who he wanted to do it with? I thought about that as I went upstairs and stripped. David wanted to fuck his mommy. Why? Why do boys - men - want to screw their mothers? Is it a desire to return all the love they have had from their moms? Is it a way of expressing their gratitude for all that ma has done for them? Or perhaps to receive the most supreme kind of loving by the one person who would never reject them, that is if she would accept their physical attentions in the same way as she had every other offering from her child? Perhaps to achieve the true integration of parent and child through the ultimate intimacy? Or all of those things together? Who could fathom those psychological depths? I put on the blue gown but left off the underwear, my bush a dark fluffy delta though the diaphanous material, the nipples nearly naked as they poked the fabric. Why make moma, physically take mother; rivalry against dad, conquest of the parental authority, a power thing? Or was it a sense of bonding, reuniting with the procreative force, a melding with the genetic source? Love, lust, power - surrender; and why were some women will and wanting to be wanton with their male children. I could answer only for myself. David was desirous of me and I was horny as hell. He was loving and safe, handsome and loved by me already. I put a luscious red lipstick on and light blue eye shadow. He was my sweet boy, now a gentle and kind man. Funny, and attractive and well mannered, as I had hoped that he would become, as I raised him to be. Now he developed into the person I had worked for him to mature into, and I was proud of my kid. I was willing to reward him for having turned out so well. To provide a payback by a layback, a liaison in praise of my son, the gift of sex with me for his happiness; and mine, I deserved it too. I went downstairs, there was a perfume in the air from the scented candles, the soft music played, the bottle was open and glasses were poured. My son rose from the couch and came toward me, his blue shorts slightly tenting at my all but nude body. He wrapped his arms around me, an enclosing hug. I felt warm and safe and protected and loved. He kissed me so softly and gently, a romantic and tender peck, immediately followed by a more robust buss, then a deep French one and I responded in like with enthusiasm to each. We sat on the sofa and just looked at each other, saying nothing, sipping the wine, kissing occasionally. Then one of my favorite songs came though the speakers. A tune that I had used to teach David how to slow dance. Place his hand on the middle of the lady’s back to lead firmly, the other clasping hers and guiding the direction as they swayed. David stood and took my hand to draw me up. He remembered, no words were needed, we move to the center of the living room, the coffee table had been thoughtfully moved out of the way by David as I has been upstairs musing about mother/son incest. David’s arm went behind me and we move together in harmony, confident male and compliant female. I liked being controlled in this fashion, the music set the rhythm, the man directed the movements, but the woman created the mood. We melted together as one coordinated team, though it had been sometime since we had last danced together, the cooperative activity a turn-on; an exhilarating motion made a little tipsy for the wine and so much fun as I had had in quite a while. He held me tight, I could feel his leg between mine, chest to breasts close and amorous and little kisses now and then. He spun me and dipped me at the end of the third song. I held up my hand to indicate that his old mom needed a breather. We sat again. We toasted, the glasses clinking, our lips kissed to seal the toast in celebration of our union. After a few minutes of some small talk, David looked like there was something he wanted to say. He opened his mouth then closed it, thrice. “Go on you can say what you want, David.” I reassured him. He dropped his eyes, when he raised them and spoke it was in a soft voice. “I’d like to do something I’ve never have had the chance to do.” “Yes?” “Could we . . . dance naked . . . “ “I never have either . . . that would be something new we would share together. It would be very special, I’d love to.” I said and stood. He stood too and then ever so gingerly lifted my gown high and completely off. He hooked his thumbs to his skivvies and dragged them over his hips and they fell to the floor. We moved dream-like to the open space and the music, as if timed, began a slow languid melody, no lyrics, an instrumental; neither of us spoke either. We drew one another close. The heat of bare flesh was sensuous and searing, soft and smooth, and oh sooo seductive. My nipples brushed against his chest hair, his erection browsed my pubic bush. The tummies touched and our arms embraced as we clenched to make the contact full bodied. David’s hands were on my bottom, slightly clenching the globes. I put my palms on his shoulder blades to feel the strength of his back. Our lips were doing a dance of their own. They brushed and puckered and bussed. Tongues sipped and tasted and visited each other’s abode back and forth, playing a game of tag and tangle, tasting the sweetness of one another. Even our noses got in on the action, an elegant Eskimo invitation to intimacy. To catch our breathe after several minutes, we danced cheek to cheek as my cheek-buns were squeezed by my son and his hips scrunched his hard-on between us. I was dripping and I felt a distinct dampness at the tip of his penis. Suddenly, I was perspiring profusely and David broke out in a sweat too. This made everything slick and even more erotic. We started to move our hands over each other’s backsides, up and down, from ass to neck, with palms sliding and fingers gripping. We lip locked but never stopped moving to the music. His tongue entered my mouth a slithering, insistent, incestuous invading snake. I welcomed David’s oral digit that sought to explore the contours my mouth, mastering me there the way his cock would soon conquer my cunt. I signaled my passion and submission to his lust with my open jaw and clutched the back of his head to draw him to me in a French kiss that made me feel faint from desire. I’m not sure when the music ended as our wriggling and swaying had taken on an inertia of it’s own. We were moving our bodies up, down, left, right; legs and torsos and genitals grinding in slippery erratic erotic rubbing. We could get enough of each other, as if we were trying to meld together into one being by uniting our flesh as we melted from the friction we produced. I might have seen steam rising from us if my eyes had been open. Then it was time for the joining of bodies in the way God has granted physical species, in animal fashion, in sexual heat, in carnal passion. My legs began to buckle and David, instantly attuned, supported me and half carried me, literally sweeping me off my feet back to the couch. He set me down with my hips on the edge, my back supported on the soft cushion seat, my head looking down at my son between my spread legs as he began to kiss and sucked on my nipples. I ran my fingers through his hair, as he helped himself to his mommy’s mammeries. He no longer suckled as a child but made love as a man, his lips and tongue gorging on the pouting points of pulchritude. They grew to half an inch, red berries bursting from creamy full mounds of moma’s bosom. He was no novice in nibbling on a gal’s knockers; at first, nice and tender - then serious and intense. His tongue thrummed the protrusions in vibration and lips pulled them out even further, alternating between the two. A mouth that tried to draw out my soul, as it once sought to take in my life giving milk. Then, as his father had, as he had witnessed from the steps thinking to be hidden and secret; he began to move his mouth lower and lower. Sweet kisses and long licks leading to my navel, but not stopping there. I realized what he as after, and thrilled to once more have cunnilingus which I crave. I spread my thighs even wider and lifted my crotch to meet his mouth on my labia, as David went down on his mother. There too, my son was no stranger to the nether parts of a woman. he started with long slides of his talented tongue along the sides of my thighs, teasing as I anticipated the centering of his administrations. Then they did converge on my vagina, with the pink fat worm working into the ruddy folds, working toward the delicate pearl at the top. Closer and close to my clit did the digit flit, ‘til finally it hit. What a sensation, made all the more exquisite with the anticipation! He did figure eights and strummed. He did the alphabet which did a number on me. He suckled and made long licks. Then he blew me - I mean literally - first he drew back and blew through pursed lips to make a little breeze which cooled me there in my hottest spot. Next, he put his wide open mouth on my pussy and exhaled hot breathe to re-steam it. The several times of alternating cool blowing and heating exhaust drove me to new heights. Then my son’s tongue slithered over my clit again in his serpentine style that drove me to the very peak of sexual excitement and I reached the point of no return. “Put it in,” I gasped and uttered the words in a breathy most urgent plea, “put it in, now!”, was all I could say as I repeated my begging. I had reached the point of no return, I had to have a cock in my cunt, even if it was the penis of my son. But even better, that it was the organ of my beloved David, the devoted son who now was filling my long emptiness and the longing we had both had hidden for so long. I reached the point of no return and gladly welcomed it as I welcomed the tool of my boy, as I was well deserving of the cum to come. Yes, I had reached to point of no return. There was no turning back, incest was not new to me, but this was even more beautiful than with losing my virginity with my uncle. I sensed David moving to get in position, just has his father had taken me, before our child’s eyes years ago. I was spread open for the sacrifice of my womb to the son which had been born from it. To have him return in an act of love to the womb he had been conceived in, to shoot his own sperm in there as had his father before him. I ached in my vagina for a man, I longed to be filled, I desired my son to be the male I mated with. I wanted my David to make me cum and to cum in me, flooding me with the burning seed of his semen. In a way, I thought, in one moment of clarity, the kind that arrives in an instant sometimes; I was not really cheating on my spouse. I was not having an affair with a new man, but still loving someone I - we - had always loved. It was genetically an identical cock that was to enter my cunt, not a different penis, not a different masculine body; the same physical shape but now in it’s youth again, as when I had first met my husband. There as no threat of my loving my hubby less and he would not miss the sex he seldom provided me. It was not cheating him, but I would no longer be cheated of my needs. I felt David’s penis point at my pussy through the fur of my crotch. He rubbed it up and down several times, plowing the labia, brushing the tip against my clitoris, drawing lower to the dripping portal and teasing there before another stroke, still not entering. I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Put it in! David, fuck mommy, Fuck me honey! put in NOW!! Then, with a swing of his hips the head entered, it centered, withdrew a little and once more made progress, about half way. With the passage opened and his dick lubricated, David pulled back slightly, then lurched all the way in. I all but came. God! It felt sooo good to finally have a man’s organ in my body once more! He was hard and hot and smooth with the vigor of youth. My son was long enough and deep enough to reach bottom, fill me and fulfill me completely and emotionally as well. I felt such a overwhelming renewal of love for him to have wanted me physically and so grateful we could finally be united this way. He pulled out slowly and with gentle thrusts began to stroke into my vagina. The lips of my labia encompassed him and I felt as tight as if I were a virgin, it had been sooo long. David got into a good rhythm, and was hitting my G-spot with the knob as his pelvic bone mashed against my clit and his balls banged my anus. Everything was perfect and incredible. I had such lust now for this man, my son, my lover. Though not possible, I wanted to get pregnant by him, so far gone was I in the depths of my incestuous depravity. I craved his spurting into me, to have the hot white seed of sin spume into my womb. I began to thrust up to meet his hammering. We pounded together harder with that initiative, a fuck machine of two moving units, our mutual motion in unison. Now he was hitting my womb’s entrance, the nubs were getting bumped by the head of David’s dick with each concussion of cock fully up cunt. I looked at his face scrunched in exertion and ecstasy, eyes closed and mouth open gasping for air. He never looked more beautiful to me, since he had been an infant. He was close, so was I, as my own eyes rolled up and I began that peculiar ritual of my odd orgasmic psychology. Whenever I was building toward my climax, it’s as of I was resisting the feeling of loving sex, as if my conservative upbringing was trying to hold back the climax. “No, no nooo . . .” I said aloud, but the impending paroxysm was not to be held back, the cataclysmic convulsion of my cum had been reached. I shouted "Yes, yes, yeess!". I felt David, my son, his prick deepest in my pussy throb and shudder and let go with a huge load, as my cunt too flowed with copious fluids of copulation. The flood poured out of my hole and down my crack and soaked the cushion but good. David was so turned on he didn’t go soft. (Ah youth!) He continued to hump and I continued to cum, I couldn’t stop cumming. Wave after wave of wonderful feelings washed over me. Peaks skipped to peaks and the valleys were but small gaps between. Finally, he let up. David wiped the sweat from his face and helped me to sit back on the couch. The dear boy, who had just proved his manhood beyond a doubt to his mother, went and got a glass of ice water from the kitchen and a towel to dry my profuse perspiration. We didn’t say a word but sat there grinning at each other in happiness and silly giddy love. When we had gotten our breath back, I took David by the hand and took him up to his big bed. There I made him lay down on his back and knelt over him from the side. As I began to suck his dick I could see from the corner of my eye his wide smile and eyes closed in pleasure. I knew that by going down on him from sideways my mouth was in the same orientation as would my pussy be when I mounted him momentarily. It was not long that he was up and ready for me to ride him. I extended my leg over his body and bent to kiss him, a French frolic of lips and tongues. My mound brushed his hard-on, the stiff wand snaking through my bush. With wiggle and waggle I got the end in the entrance and slid the lance home. With practiced measure I had not made in many years, I fucked my son while bending forward to let him suck my tits. I climaxed again, but David had held out for another position. He instructed me to get on my hands and knees. I did so facing the headboard as my lusty son got behind me. My ass stuck out and my pussy was totally exposed for his assault. As straight and solid as if we were just beginning he guided his rigid rod right into his mommy’s hole. This is my favorite position, I was reminded again of the time I had been fucked, with David just on the other side of the bedroom door and I listening to his panting. Had I fantasized that night it was my son, not my husband that was screwing me doggie fashion? Perhaps, but in any case now we were doing it for real and I could feel his hot gasping ragged breath on my skin as he reached around and clung to my tits! I loved the bouncing of his hairy testicles on my clit as his big prick pounded my pud. My labia rubber-banded back and forth with the in and out stroking of David’s delicious dick. His tool mercilessly took me as his own, I was but a vessel to be filled, to be flooded with his will and love and semen. I gave myself to abandonment, he could have me any time, right in front of his father if he wanted, I just wanted sex with my son. Sin with love, lust with adoration, incest with surrender; that is what we had, what we had wanted, what was to be. Then I felt the big cum of the throbbing, pulsing, shooting of David’s sperm into my womb’s opening once more at my very core. This triggered my own climax. Now, not any “no . . no”s or time for any “Yes”s; just, “Ahh! Oh oo UH! uh uh . . . oohhh . . .ahh . . . “ And David crying “Yess, Mommy! yes . . . I love you ... I’m cumming in you, mom! OH! oh! ooh .. uh uh . . .” It was special, it was spectacular, it was suppose to be. It was too long in coming together, to come together to cum together. But I knew that this lust was going to burn for the rest of our lives together and it would not be long before we came together again, as we cuddled together and finally fell fast asleep. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thanks mom, for helping me to write the story of our affair that never happened. I suppose I ought to write the story from my perspective sometime as a companion piece, but that will have to wait. If my Oediplex OediPals want the best of both real mother/son incest stories and top flights of mother/son fantasies they can email me; oediplex@hotmail.com , I promise a cum to all who would call themselves my pals. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where I can, I am posting a ‘mental image’ I have of me and my mother at the time when I began to listen to my parents making love. Fortunately, the world’s most erotic artist of mother/son sex, Pandora’s Box, has provided an il-lust-ration of that image. My mother is in her mid-thirties and in top sexy form. I am a well endowed youth fucking her. While not actually of the two of us, it comes close to what we looked like back then and the fantasy which I have had for over forty years. If it is not posted at this site, write me for where you may view it and the many other drawings that have made this fabulous painter famous for his incestuous art.