Incest
2009-01-12
My mom’s on her fourth beer of the night. Still in her pantsuit from work, she walks around the kitchen island , putting up the dishes from dinner. We’re alone in the house as she wipes down the counter; a sponge in one hand, her beer in the I’m in jeans and a long-sleeve red t-shirt. I’ve got my ninth grade math book in the kitchen table, my forgotten homework at my elbows. I’m watching my mother clean-up and nearly chug her beer. I can tell she’s had a hard day at the office. She always cooks. She says she needs to cook as a creative outlet. She also drinks a lot, and complains about her wardrobe. “God, I hate this thing,” she complains as if on cue before taking a long drink from her longneck. She’s looking down at her suit with disgust. I’m more interested in my mother’s prominent breasts just behind her cream-colored blouse beneath her navy jacket. I can also always tell when she’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples always stick out. It’s Getting a little flushed, my mom takes off her jacket and kicks off her high-heels. A petite woman, her red hair is cut short and cups her face.
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I find myself having to remind myself to breathe, I keep watching her I realize she’s standing still, looking at her reflection in the kitchen windows. I love it when she starts appraising her appearance. Since my dad divorced her two years ago, she gets really self-conscious and then starts to get dressed up like she’s a nineteen year old sorority girl. It’s always really I realize I’m staring and I turn away. But as I pretend to go back to my homework, my mother’s staring at me. She comes back to the kitchen table and sits down. “I don’t know,” she sighs. “I think I just need to get out more, you “Yeah mom,” I say, trying not to stare at her breasts right in my line of She drinks more from the beer and giggles a bit.
“I think the biggest thing, and you can’t tell anyone I said this, especially not your father,” she warns me with is a hiccup, “is I just really want to suck some I freeze. Did my mom just I look out of the corner of my eyes and she’s licking the lip of the bottle. Her mind’s a million miles away and she looks ready to start deep throating the bottle. In my chest, my heart’s racing as I consider probably the stupidest thing in the world. But it’s like my brain steps outside of me for a second and my teen hormones take “You know,” I hear myself say, my voice shaking, ready to crack, “I could help you out with, with, with…” I can’t finish it. I think I’m about to get grounded for My mom looks at me, her drunken eyes seeming to burn me. I look away, ready to be yelled at.
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“Would you?” she I freeze. Did my mom just “Oh god,” she says, rubbing her neck as if she can already feel it inside her mouth. “God, I just want to suck on I don’t know what else to say. “Sure, She startles me when she stands up. She grabs the armrests of the dinning room chair and pushes it back. I’m still as she gets on her knees and starts to rub my legs. “God, thank you,” she says as she starts to undo the belt on my jeans. She practically tears open my pants. My raging hard-on pops out almost against my will. Everything’s moving so fast, I don’t know what to Mom eyes seem to glow when she sees it and she licks her lips in anticipation. She takes hold of it and I nearly convulse. I’ve never had anyone touch me before. “Oh god,” she says, savoring the moment. Her hot breath makes my entire body go rigid. “God, I’ve been wanting cock for so long.
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” She opens her mouth and lets a single string of saliva drop down from her lips to the tip. Mesmerized, I just My mom lowers down and kisses the tip. Her tongue slithers out from between them both and begins to spread the spit all over the tip.
She opens her mouth and I feel like my heart’s going to burst. She drives down, swallowing me all the way down. I feel the tip slide into her throat and she doesn’t seem bothered at all. She swirls her tongue around and around, driving me She starts to bob up and down, her hair flapping as she does. I startle myself by moaning so loud, but mom just seems to get off on it. Her lips jerk up and down almost faster than I can jerk off. She drives down deep again, her lips coming all the way to the base of my body, then pulls off and stands up. I’m suddenly afraid she’s come to her senses or she’s realized what she’s doing or something. But she pulls her blouse out from her pants and yanks it off her shoulders. Those beautiful breasts, just slightly too large for her small frame, bounce out. The pink nipples are pointing straight out as she smiles at me. She drops down to her knees again and bends over This time, she wraps those milky white breasts around me and starts to bounce up and down again.
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I moan at the top of my lungs. “Will you do something for me?” she asks hungrily, pressing her breasts together. “Will you come on me?” she begs. I don’t know what to say. “Please come on me,” she pleads, moving up and down faster and faster. I don’t have any say in the matter. My head pulls back and my hips jerk forward. Creamy white sprays out of me and onto my mom’s face and neck. She suddenly gasps with delight as cum covers her lips, chin, and some of it drips down onto her She drops down, a huge smile on her face. She wipes some of my cum off her breasts and sucks it from her fingers with more joy than I can understand. With white still on her face, she smiles at me. “Oh god,” She moans. “Thank you. Thank you so I kind of laugh. What do you say when your mom says that? “Hey,” I say.
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A furnace of desire seems to ignite in her eyes as she stares at me. “Really?” she asks with an unquenchable need.
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