Incest
2004-03-03
I seriously considered giving this person a ring, being just 19 and in university. I wasn’t a virgin, by any means, but I wasn’t exactly a stud either. I also hadn’t had any sex since I started uni a year earlier, so I picked up my phone and dialled the number. It rung for a minute before someone finally picked up, a woman with an easy-on-the-ears kind of voice, although she did sound quite older. ‘Hi, I’m calling in answer to this number’s ad in today’s paper,’ I said. ‘Oh,’ came the reply, and then some shuffling before an exhalation and: ‘I’m happy you called. ’ ‘Well, my name’s Jake Chambers and I’m 19 and in uni,’ I said, figuring there was no point prolonging the conversation. ‘Cool, I’m Vivian and, as the ad said, about 47 in need of a good night. You do know that’ all I want, don’t you?’ she said, expecting the worst. ‘Yeah, and that’s all I really want anyway. ’ ‘So, what do you look like?’ she asked sexily. ‘Oh, around 5 foot 8, reasonably well built with blondish-brown hair and baby blue eyes. Yourself?’‘Well, I’m around the same height, honey blonde hair with an alright body. ’‘Awesome, do you wanna do it tonight?’ I asked, now excited. ‘Sure, do you want to do it at my place?’‘Sounds cool by me. Where?’‘1 Vale road in-‘‘Really! I live a couple of blocks away,’ I interrupted.
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‘Good. 7:30?’‘Yep. ’‘See you tonight. ’‘Ditto. ’And that was it. I was going to fuck some random woman, and it all took about 5 minutes of planning. Why the hell didn’t I take the personals more seriously before? *The day passed quickly enough, and before I really thought about it, 7:00 rocked around. I thought of going for the casual look but doing myself up a bit to make me a bit more sexually appealing. I walked out of the small apartment building into quiet suburb. Green was predominant, so it was pleasant walking the few blocks to my destination. I stood outside a very nice house ten minutes later. Nice kempt garden, clean, and with a nice kind of brick for the house. I rapped on the door kind of quietly, but before I went again I could hear the muffled thump of feet on timber coming my way. The door was opened slowly, and a woman appeared that I would fuck most days. She was obviously self-conscious about her looks, because she had a nice body considering the age, certainly no match for any of the sluts at uni, but she looked to have taken the years quite well.
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I didn’t expect her to be this good-looking, especially if she needed to utilize the personals to find someone, but she underestimated herself. ‘Wow!’ I said lamely. Could that have been any cornier!She didn’t seem to care, instead she smiled, showing perfect, white teeth, and a smile that made her look much hotter than when she was neutral. ‘Thanks,’ she said. ‘Come in. ’She stepped aside, letting me in, and I was guided down a spacious hallway into a wide living room with ridiculously comfy-looking blue couches. ‘Would you like anything?’ she asked, sounding about 100 hundred times more confident than at first. ‘No thank you, Vivian. ’‘Do you want to get straight to it?’‘I’m game. ’With that tiny conversation, she approached me, locked her arms around me, clutched the back of my head with her right hand and brought my lips to hers. We kissed passionately there, locked in an embrace that I didn’t want to part, but eventually our hands wandered over each other’s bodies, and I started to grow hard. She noticed and pulled away, grinning mischievously. With a flick of her head to get her blonde hair out of her face she kneeled and fumbled with the zip of my jeans. She pulled my jeans right down, letting my bone almost free in the loose confines of my red boxer shorts, which she pulled down and then off, too.
With just a shirt on, she advanced on my hard-on, taking me deep inside her mouth.
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And she was good. I couldn’t believe how hot she looked running her red lips up and down my cock. It was like getting head from a model, and I was living out every young man’s dream of getting with an older woman. She didn’t suck me off for too long, which I’ll admit made me frustrated, but she stood up and took off her tight, white shirt with a fluent movement, revealing her black lace bra. She tilted her head and smiled, to which I answered by snaking my arms around her back, bringing her closer to me, and unhooking her bra. I bowed my head and started kissing and sucking areas on her tits. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes while her breathing grew deeper. Slowly, I worked down, stopping to take my own shirt off, then resuming. My hands traced down her hips to the top of her thin, loose grey pants. I slowly slid them down, kissing her tummy and getting to her black gee-string, which I also pulled down excruciatingly slow. Her breathing grew faster now, as I kissed her lips and drew my tongue into her pussy, licking it up and down, while getting it in as far as possible and savouring the juice I lapped up. Her clit started to grow, and she indicated for me to stop by lightly touching my head. I looked up into her baby blue eyes and without speaking we decided to get serious. I shot up and let her arm guide me to the big, soft couch. She made me lye on my back, which I wasn’t used to, as I always took the top because I am usually physically more enduring than most women I’ve been with.
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I looked into her eyes, which changed from a nice, loving woman to a sex-hungry, hot woman. So far we had been going for the slow, loving fuck, but it was now going to get a lot more rough, not that I minded. She started by getting over me on her hands and knees with her cunt only inches from my aching cock. She looked straight down between us and grasped by manhood and guided herself down onto me. I entered a wet, warm, semi-tight pussy that was in need of a good fucking. Evidently, she knew full well how to take control, and instantly she started fucking me hard. I groaned and shut my eyes, and she did the same, arching her back and letting out a sexy moan that turned me on all the more. I grasped onto her thighs while she rested her hands on my chest and kept going. She kept on pumping and I moaned more than I had ever moaned, in my memory, such was the professional way she fucked me. But her lack of time with anyone meant that she reached orgasm well before I did, and when I felt that familiar shuddering from my partner that rocked my cock, she slowed, letting her juices flow freely down my shaft. I was feeling so good at that moment, but, frustratingly, she stopped. I thought, for a second that I wasn’t going to reach orgasm, but I quickly shifted around quickly, even startling her, so that she was sitting with her legs spread as wide as possible, but resting her hands behind her back, making her sit up. I held her left tit with my hand and quickly kissed her and started again. I don’t know if she expected us to stop when she reached orgasm, because her face was showing either surprise or extreme pleasure. ‘Holy shit!’ she moaned.
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‘Oh,’ she screamed. ‘That’s right Viv, I’m gonna fuck you until you faint!’ I bellowed. ‘Oh, yeah, fuck me!’And that’s what I did; I drove my dick in and out of her until she shuddered in an explosive orgasm once more, which triggered me on the wonderful road that is an orgasm. ‘I’m cumming!’ I moaned. ‘Fuck yeah, shoot your load into mamma!’ she half-squealed. That was too much. I exploded. Hot, white cum shot deep into Vivian’s womb while images passed through my head of how hot she was and how much older she was: old enough to be my mother! I was more turned on than all the times in my life put together and to show it I shot more cum than I thought possible down into my lover’s cunt than I thought possible. I stopped and she collapsed on the couch with my semi-flaccid cock still buried in her. I put my body on her and kissed her deeply in post-coital bliss. ‘You’re good!’ I said breathlessly.
She looked at me, a look that almost made me go hard again, and said: ‘I haven’t ever been fucked like that!’ I smiled, she smiled back and I kissed her again, bringing myself closer to her and mashing her 47 year-old tits against my chest. After we woke up, at around 10:00, I put my clothes on and said goodbye. ‘Call me if you ever want to do that again!’ she called to me as I walked down the hallway. ‘I sure will.
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’ And I meant it. I was definitely going back there again. *I went a couple of days thinking about it and I started a relationship with someone else from school, so I didn’t want to call Vivian because I wouldn’t be able to cope with the guilt. But I started thinking about random things in those couple of days. My father called late one day and I had my weekly chat to him. My mother had fucked my father in school but they had been to young to want to cope with a son, so I was adopted out. I had tracked down my father, but my mother still eluded me. I somehow got onto the subject of mum while on the phone to dad. He said that they didn’t ever see each other again after me, and she had been pulled out of school and sent somewhere else, so he had no clue as to her whereabouts. Although, he said that a girl from school was best friends with my mum all through school, even after my mum left that particular school. ‘I could probably find her somewhere around town, because I know she stayed her like me,’ he told me. A couple of days later I got a call from someone named Shirley something. ‘Your mother moved to the city, and I think she changed her name because of what her parents made her do to give you up. ’Shirley also told me about some of the things mum did, which would be easy to track in the place I was, in a suburb not far from the city. Three weeks later I finally tracked down someone who knew my mother and told me where she would be on a Saturday morning: watching men play rugby at the footy ground one suburb over.
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So, one Saturday I drove out to this oval and saw a person sitting on a bench under a big pine tree. I hadn’t been able to track down my mother’s name, so I felt kind of stupid walking across the grass pondering what to say. As I got closer I noticed that my mother was wearing a big straw hat with sunglasses, which would be awkward. But I strolled up there anyway and stood by the side of the bench, but I had walked to her from behind, so I was still invisible as yet. ‘Hi… I know this might sound crazy… but I’m… you’re son,’ I said, breathing hard now. Mid-sentence my mum had looked at me and seemed to recognise who I was, although I couldn’t recall her face from anywhere, especially behind that big hat and sunnies. She was also wearing a blue, revealing dress. ‘Jake… is that you?’I recognised that voice from somewhere, and it only took me two seconds to realise where. I couldn’t ever forget that voice. ‘Shit… Vivian. ’She took off her hat and sunnies looking at me strangely, like she was finding a long lost son, but her reaction was completely different. ‘Are you sure?’‘Well, not entirely positive, but I was told by your friend, Shirley, that you liked doing this, and that you changed your name. I asked the rugby coach and told me the same woman sits here and watches them every Saturday. ’ She stayed silent. ‘Did you have a son in high school only to give it away and then move schools?’ I asked slowly.
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Her head dropped and tears started rolling down her cheeks. ‘Yes,’ she said through sobs. I looked down, not knowing what to think. She hugged me and started crying openly. ‘Do you think we could forget everything and start over?’ she said. ‘We could try. ’ But I knew it would be bloody hard to do that and put behind the best night of my life. But we didn’t know. It’s actually kind of funny if you think about it. TO BE CONTINUED(I plan to elaborate a lot on this, so I hope you liked this part).
