Incest
2003-07-09

The restaurant where we ate had a small dance floor, and since it was Friday there was a three man band playing. I sighed and said that I hadn't danced in long time. My son asked me if I want to dance with him. Since his father hadn't taking me dancing in years I agreed. I have always loved to dance, finding it romantic and sensual. But I didn't consider that I would transfer those feelings to my son. The couple of drinks I had must have hit me harder than usual, because when we started to dance I lost my balance for moment and had to lean on my son for support. This made us begin to dance very close as a slow waltz was played. My son had dancing classes and now his lessons really showed. He took a firm lead and holding me closer still, glided me around the floor. I swelled with pride as my handsome son showed me his ballroom skills. He held me tightly on the turns and my breasts pressed against his chest. When that would happen he would take a deep breath and seem to enjoy the sensation. I didn't mind, it really was very complementary. As we moved together I felt his leg bushing against mine and even between them occasionally. This was exciting me and my clit was getting stimulated.

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Soon the movements of dancing and frontal friction made me dampen my panties! I was embarrassed, but trying not to let it be too obvious that I was getting turned on. In that position, with our legs entwined as we twirled and swayed, I felt what I was sure was my son's stiff penis nudging against me on purpose. When that dance ended I decided that we had better go home. It had been some dance! I hadn't gotten like that since my husband and I were still dating. On the way home as we walked side by side, he asked me if I missed his father. I answered yes, not suspecting for one moment what he was getting at. He put his arm around my waist and whispered he take care of me while Dad was away. I then began to wonder. Was my son sensing my feeling of neglect? Was he trying to fill the emptiness? Did he have something more mind that a sexy dance? I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but my son had made me feel loved and wanted. Only, I wondered, what he really wanted exactly! As we walked, his hand on the small of my back slipped lower down to my hips; and I felt a wanton desired begin to take seed in me. SOAKING Having arrived home, after a light walked, he went off to bed. I went and drew a bath. I love relaxing in the tub. As I lay there, content in the warm water, my thoughts drifted to the events of the evening. I remember the erotic feeling of my son's foot rubbing on my leg.

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I recalled how when we had danced so close how my breasts were squeezed to his chest and how his thigh had pressed between my legs. Occasionally, at first it would slide across my mons and clit, and then he had become even bolder and mashed his male member against my abdomen. Had he known what he was doing to me? How excited and aroused it made me feel? I had gotten wet while we waltzed! His father had used the same tricks to seduce me when we were dating. The tingling returned down in my vagina. I had to admit it, I was horny, and my son was the one of brought those needs to the surface. The water felt sensual and I decided to masturbate to relieve the desire I was feeling, and it felt naughty but exciting to think about my son. My hands began to massage my breasts. They had yet to lose their girlish firmness. I pulled at the nipples until they were erect. They'd been stiff when we had danced too. Then my fingers slip down my trembling body to play with my throbbing clit, to bring the urgent relief I desperately needed. I spread my legs and my fingers searched for the little pleasure bud. I pulled my labia open, exposing my swollen coral sex button and began to stimulate it using the slippery juices from my hot hole. I put a couple fingers in there too and let my mind wander to thoughts of what I'd seen of my son sometimes when I caught sight of him nude after a shower or changing cloths. My eyes couldn't help seeing what a terrific body he had.

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I began to think of those forbidden thoughts that dance has started, I began to pretend it was my son who was my lover and it made my head pulse with lust for his cock. As I brought myself close to climax I looked up. There, in the slightly open door peaking in, totally nude with his hand on his erect penis was my son. I almost fainted, from embarrassment or from lust I'm not sure. I must have been lying there for a good 18 to 18 minutes thing fingering myself before I noticed him staring at me. I wondered if he had been there the whole time. Oh! My god! Had I called his name as I was fantasizing about him poking his stiffness into my center? I couldn't remember, but there was no place to hide. He came in when he realized I had seen him. I asked him to leave but he was persistent, and started asking me all kinds of questions about my relationship with his father. Did we make love often? Did I cum several times when we screwed? Did his father satisfy my sexual desires completely? Did I think his dad's dick was big enough? I could see my son's fully erect man-meat was large enough to fulfill all that I could ask for. I realized that during our conversation he had been stroking that flesh pole and I had continued to massage my titty and strum my pussy lips and clit as I cautiously replied to his graphic grilling. I finally got up and wrapped myself in a towel. He followed me into the bedroom . . .

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still naked. I was upset and annoyed but realized that something must have been bothering him terribly. When I confronted him, he admitted that he was insecure and wanted to spend the night in my bed.

I said no, but he explained that he remembered the times when he was little and had a nightmare. He would come to our room in the middle of the night, crawl under the covers between my husband and myself and fall asleep, feeling safe and comforted snuggling with me. He begged to do that once again tonight, to just this once, to snuggle and feel loved. Against my better judgment I gave in. Perhaps, in a way, I hoped for that same type of closeness again too. I had to put the towel down to get into my nightgown. This gave my son a free and complete view of his mother's body. I could see his penis getting erect again. I did something naughty, I dropped my nightgown and then I had to reach down to picking up. My son's eyes never left me as I've bent over with my back to him and my legs slightly apart. He had a very good look at his mother's pussy. I suppose that I was responsible for what happened later with that kind teasing.

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Then we got in bed together. He was still naked. When I told him to get his night clothes on, he claimed that he never used pajamas but slept in the nude. Well I did that some times too, but I wasn't about to be 'in the raw' at the same time I was sharing a bed with my nude son. I didn't want to have a fuss over his sleeping in the buff, so I let him stay as he was in his 'birthday suit'. I leaned over to kiss him goodnight and he pulled me to him in a tight hug. I could feel his erection poking me in the tummy as we kissed a bit longer than I had intended. I broke away from his embrace when he began to rub the boy-toy up and down on my stomach. I was glad I had the nightie on for at least some modesty's sake. The boldness of his hint of sexual coupling was made dangerous by the lubrication it elicited from between my thighs. But I wasn't going to let my son fuck me, just to share the warmth of spending the night with his mother!BUNDLINGMy back was turned to him as we started to go to sleep and I could sense his body closed by, from the warmth. Somewhere in the middle of night I awoke suddenly. My nightgown was bunched up all the way to my arm pits; my son was lying tightly against me, his stomach to my back. His hands were wrapped around my body and he was softly fondly my erect nipples! His penis was erect and tucked in-between my thighs. It was rubbing against the outer labia and my vagina was secreting heavily.

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In other words, I was excited and turned on! I had no idea how long this had been going on. At first I didn't move. I was afraid to let on that I was awake. The wetness in my crotch told me that I had been responding to his ministrations, even as I slept. I kept wondering how long he had been doing this and whether or not he had attempted to penetrate me. My questions were soon answered. By tossing himself somewhat, his penis found the opening and slid in. It was large and rigid and I could not prevent my body from beginning to perspire from the excitement. My son was moaning and beginning to pump more vigorously. I could and should have stopped it right there . . . but I'd let it go on. I allowed him to continue and even began to move with him. His penis was no little boy's pee-pee now but a man-sized meat tube.

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I knew that it was going to explode his cum in my depths and I felt dizzy with the erotic excitement that cause in my head. His thighs were bumping against my buns and I bent at the waist to improve the angle of penetration. This helped his stroke lengthen but he had more to give. He rolled me over on to my stomach, clinging to my breasts as he did it. I found myself raising my buttocks, accepting him even deeper into me. Now he was all the way to the root of his cock. His dick tip was tapping at my cervix as his balls bounced on my clit. I was ready for him to spew his baby making cream into my womb. I began to moan and cry and whisper and whimper out loud to him, "O Yes! YES! Do it baby! Fuck mommy! Fuck me good sweetie! You're going to make me come with you!" I said in one continuous squeal. Then I began to shout, "Deeper! Cum in me, cum in mommy deep!! Uh! Oh! Yes! You're so good!" God help me he was! I needed to tell him to perpetrate the ultimate violation of his mother and at the same time the ultimate act of worship a son could give to his beloved mommy. To plant his seed in her womb, to make her with child. Didn't make some kind of genetic evolutionary survival sense? She wanted him to have her encouragement in the endeavor of impregnation. "Yes, cum in mommy and make a baby, my baby! That's what we both need, your cock spurting your living semen into my womb!! YES! My Babiieee! DO IT TO MOMMY!!!He climax at that moment, screaming out into the darkness. I climax myself in an awesome shutter of contractions and for a moment perhaps a petite morte! (A moment of faintness from ecstasy, what the French term "the little death". ) I felt the gush of a huge load of cum spurt from the tip of my young lover's dick deep inside my fluttering pussy.

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He was prick point on target and I could sense the incestuous ejaculation of sinful seed at my holy of holies of holes, the entrance to 'from where he once sprang'. The opening of my uterus instinctively dipped down to improve the odds of pregnancy and made contact with the furthest reach my son's awesome cock in me. We connected on all levels which a man and woman have together at that moment. We held that position for several moments. He was gallantly attempting not to have his full weight on me, as we both raggedly tried to catch our breathe. He said nothing as his breathing slowed, and I had no words that I could express. There were those feelings of outrage at what had happened, but guilt in it enjoyment too. What could I say? He rolled off to the left and we both fell asleep without so much as one word to each other having passed our lips. THE MORNING AFTERThe next morning I came downstairs dressed only in my robe, he was still asleep upstairs in my bed. I was full of feeling ashamed and guilty, more because I had enjoyed it and perhaps been responsible in large part. I had let things get out of hand; I had been the temptress to my son's randy advances. I felt like bursting, who could I turn to, who could I tell? I went into the kitchen to pour myself another cup of coffee. As I set there at the kitchen table I heard him get up and go to the bathroom.

After the toilet flushed I heard him come down the stairs. Now is the moment I had dreaded.

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What could I say? Would things ever be the same? Yet at the same time I had a desire to feel him in me once more. The preciousness of sharing so intimate a connection with my son was an experience I desired to have again. I knew my weakness would manifest itself if given even the slightest chance. It was like an addiction, once you had tasted forbidden fruit you craved to have more. I stood up as he came into the room with only jockey shorts on, but before I could say anything he came over and gave me a tight hug. Then, he kisses me. It was a French kiss and took me completely by surprise. I pushed him away and shook my head, not trusting my tongue to say no, for my knees had turned to jelly at that intimate act and something's stirred between my thighs once more. Liquid seeped and the faint smell of my juices rose to be detected by my bold son, my illicit lover. He sensed it for he stepped closer to me and put his hand around my body drawn me to his embrace again. He leaned back and undid the belt of my robe and tenderly gave my erect nipples several strokes. He then moved forward again pushing at me with his hips, nudging my abdomen with his hard-on through the open front of my robe as we kissed some more. I tried to move back away from him, hoping to get a moment to gather my wits, but I was stopped by the edge of the table. My body though had a mind of its own. I seem to have no will power to resist his sexual charisma.

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My arms went around him as he kisses me deeply with his tongue sliding into my mouth. His hands moved down to my buttocks and started to massage them, then he pulled my robe down over my hips and it fell to the floor. Now I stood before my son completely disrobed of clothing and stripped of resistance to anything he wanted. My head throbbed with passion; my clit pulsed with lust, my vagina dripped with readiness. My son dropped the jockey shorts, the only thing he had on, and stepped out of them. He kicked them out of his way and my robe as well. We were bare, pressed together flesh to hot flesh. Any inhibitions I had left were now evaporated in the heat of our lust. He leaned me back so that I had to sit on the table. I scooted back even more and drew up my legs and spread them totally, exposing my crotch to my son who now had become my conqueror. He bent down and began to lick my clit and stick a finger into my vagina. His tongue drove me to heights I had never experienced before. My hands caressed his hair gently as he was eating me. He added a second finger into my dripping crevice. Then he rose up and stepped up close touching my labia with his hard penis.

The head of it was a bright red and looked bigger than last night. I couldn't stop him this time either, nor did I want to. Indeed, I urged him to put in and began to use language I reserved only for my fantasies. "Fuck me!" I told him. But he continued to rub the tip up and down my wet hot red slit. My hips were rising up off the table seeking to have him in my burning hole. Finally my son, my incestuous lover, gave me what I was begging for. As his stiff rod slid into my cunt I groaned and panted with a fevered trembling that shook my whole body. We were doing it again! This time he knew I wanted it just as much as he, and wanted him to squirt his load deep inside his mother. He began to move faster as his climax built. I moved my hips pumping in rhythm to the thrusting prick of my son, his balls beat against my asshole exciting me all the more. Then, he was finally climaxing inside me saying, "O mother, I love you! Mom! Mommy, I love you! Come with me Mommy!"I had never dreamed of so intense a moment. My orgasm burst over me like a concussion from an explosion. I bucked and pulled him to me so we were locked together as my hips bounced in response to his demanding cock. I screamed in cumming with him.

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It was the second time we had made love in 12 hours, yet I already look forward to the next, and wondering when it would be. Soon, I hoped. FLIPSIDEIt was sooner than I expected. While I was still weak from that first mighty orgasm of the morning, my son turned me over and placing his still hard rod against my juicy opening and put it in again. I came quickly again and then again as his now slick dick moved back and forth powerfully in my vagina. But he hadn't cum the second time yet. I started to turn but he said, "Stay like that. " I felt him withdrawal, heard him open a cabinet and then he was back behind me once more. I had no idea what was going to happen until I felt the cold slippery sensation at my asshole. "No!" I said, as he began to work the Crisco into that most sensitive of places, but I knew he wouldn't stop. We were passed that point. I never had more than my husband's finger in there before. Yet, that did excite me, in a different way, but one that I thought could be good. Now my son was lubricating his cock with grease. Then I felt him start to do it.

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When he first began to push, he was able to slide in the head in without too much discomfort. As he got more and more into me though it was uncomfortable I wanted to protest, but all I could do was grunt. Then he started to move in and out ever so gently. I began to adjust to his bulk. After a minute or two he was able go entirely in my chute. I began to have a strange glowing feeling around my entire rear. I found that it was good! I was going to ass cum with my son! He was pounding into me now; he was going to cum in my asshole. I've never been so totally turned on. I threw my ass upward toward him as I felt him pulse and throb with his orgasm, this made me cum too. A weird cum with both my clit and my ass zinging and bucking. I collapsed on the table totally exhausted and completely satisfied by my lover, my son. Then he picked me up like a bride going over the thresh-hold and took me to the bathroom and started the shower. My legs could hardly carry my weight. So of course he had to join me in the shower. And guess what happened there, again!.