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Monday, 1 May 2017

Mothers who rape their sons



TRIGGER WARNING: This story discusses experiences of childhood sexual abuse, incest and suicide.
“I AM very sorry I brought you so much pain,” Marcus* wrote in his final letter, “Thank you for caring for me. I know I didn’t deserve it.”
Marcus died by suicide two years ago and when he did, he left University of Canberra researcher Lucetta Thomas a message.
The sentence that stayed with her was this one: “The only course of action is for you to do something positive, like finish the PhD.”
To an outsider, these could be understood as simple words of encouragement. Lucetta knew their real meaning; this was an urgent final plea.
The PhD she’s currently writing is about sons who were sexually abused by their biological mothers — just as Marcus had been.
Since she met him, Lucetta had witnessed Marcus struggling to come to terms with what happened to him in childhood.
“He was not only sexually abused by his mother from a very young age but when he became older and was able to physically prevent her from abusing him, she engaged another friend to be her strong arm so she could continue the acts of sexual violence against him,” Lucetta explains.
“When Marcus died, I knew I had to finish the research. I didn’t want this to happen to anyone else. I wanted these men to know they aren’t alone and it’s not their fault. There is help out there,” she says.

It turns out Marcus is far from alone. For Lucetta’s study, 94 men who had been abused by their mothers filled out online surveys. Of that number, she then interviewed 23 men at length over the phone.
“The abuse often started before the child hit puberty, when the child was still quite young, so they had really no concept of what was going on but they were still being coerced or manipulated into performing sexual acts,” she says.

University of Canberra researcher Lucetta Thomas has interviewed dozens of men who have been sexually abused by their mothers. Picture: Ginger Gorman
University of Canberra researcher Lucetta Thomas has interviewed dozens of men who have been sexually abused by their mothers. Picture: Ginger GormanSource:Supplied

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While some boys were mentally coerced into “a full sexual relationship” with their mother, Lucetta explains that others were on the receiving end of “incredible violence” if they tried to resist. Mothers might also withdraw of basic human needs, such as food and shelter.
Hamish,* now in his 50s, was 12 years old the first time he recalls having sex with his mother.
“She had this big bedroom and if we were ever sick or anything like that we’d stay in her bed. One day she just initiated it, she just started touching me and it just went from there.
“She preyed on the fact I was coming into puberty and made me feel important and special,” he tells me.
From this distance Hamish now understands he was just a child when the abuse occurred; he was unable to consent to sex with an adult in a position of power.
At the time though, it was a different story: “I thought I was enjoying it and I thought I was grown up.”
Despite growing up in a wealthy suburb and going to a private school, home life was difficult. His single mother suffered frequent physical illnesses, such as pneumonia and pleurisy. In retrospect Hamish thinks his mother was also mentally unwell.
“It was a good household to be in when my mother was in a good mood and it was a horrible household to be in when she wasn’t,” he says, “she would threaten to kill us and she’d lock all the windows and turn on the gas.”
“I got hurt,” Hamish continues, pointing to a decades-old scar on his the top of his head.
Especially when his mother was sick, Hamish cooked, cleaned and went to the shops to get food for the family.
“She saw me as like some sort of de facto relationship, I’ve got no doubt about that. She’d say: ‘You’re the man of the house’,” he recalls.
Meanwhile his mother warned him to stay quiet about their sexual relationship.
“People wouldn’t understand, you can’t ever tell anybody,” she told Hamish.
The truth is that Hamish had no one to disclose the abuse to — and even if he did, was terrified of splitting up his family.
“You’re physically and mentally trapped in this relationship and you can’t get out of it,” he says.
This isn’t an easy interview. When I ask what went through his head during that period in his childhood, Hamish struggles to form an answer. Like so many men in his position, the distress lies not in the words but in the silence.
“[I’ve] spent most of my life trying to repress these thoughts and memories,” he says, “I haven’t talked to anyone for 30 years about it.”
When he was just 15, Hamish’s mother died. While making it clear he didn’t wish for her death, Hamish is blunt: “She did me a favour … I’ve always felt that it enabled me, in some respects, to get on with my life.”
He worked damn hard to do just that. Hamish married in the early 90s and fathered two sons of whom he’s extremely proud.
About 10 years ago a television news story prompted him to briefly mention the childhood sexual abuse to his wife. After the disclosure he promptly told her: “I never want to talk about it ever again, ever.”
Quietly reflecting on this, he says: “It’s really hard to tell someone you love, ‘By the way, my mother abused me and I had sex with my mother’.”
True to his word, Hamish never did discuss it again with his wife — something he has lived to regret.
“I love my wife and for a lot of the time we had a good relationship but this thing [the abuse] came between us,” Hamish says, “it did slowly poison our relationship.”
“Our marriage was never the same after I told her about my mother … just telling her wasn’t enough, we needed to get help,” he says.
Three years ago Hamish had an affair and his marriage unravelled. As a result he lost his wife and his business.
“I wish we’d got help together, you know? I might still be married now if I’d got help. But I’m not,” he says with unmistakeable grief.
Despite this, Hamish no longer feels anger when it comes to his mother.
“I feel sorry for her that she couldn’t see what she was doing was wrong,” he says.
It’s an incredibly confusing situation for victims, explains Lucetta, because “the boys still love their mother” and just like Hamish, “they don’t want the family to break apart.”
Lucetta says men who were victims as boys are deterred from disclosing what happened due to the very real fear of not being believed or being blamed for their maternal abuse.
“Society says that males are actually instigators of any sort of sexual relationship, so the child copes with the trauma by telling himself: ‘I must have actually instigated it,’” she says.
Lucetta recruited the men for her research with relative ease. This may lead one to assume this type of abuse is common. Frustratingly though, there seems to be no reliable data on its prevalence — including the Personal Safety Survey conducted by the Australian Bureau of Statistics.
The way Lucetta sees it, the lack of data leads to both a lack of public awareness and acceptance of mother-to-son sexual abuse and a lack of “support and assistance for these male victims by health professionals.”
Ian,* 70, was also sexually abused by his mother. Unlike Hamish, it happened when he was a much younger child.
“I can remember what her vagina felt like, I can remember what her body felt like and I as a child felt all yucky about it,” he recalls.

Ian at the age of eight, around the time his mother was abusing him.
Ian at the age of eight, around the time his mother was abusing him.Source:Supplied
Up until the age of eight, Ian says he slept in his mother’s bed and was asked to perform sexual acts on her, such as sucking her nipples.
“I hated her because of abuse,” he says, “I had a list of people who I wanted dead and she was on that list.”
The family dynamic was complicated. Ian, his two brothers, mother and her husband — we’ll call him John — lived in poverty in rural South Australia.
“I was born illegitimately,” Ian says, “and he [John] knew that because he wasn’t sleeping with my mother.”
“My whole life I felt guilt and shame because I shouldn’t have been in existence,” he says.
Growing up, Ian “just existed” rather than living. John kicked Ian’s mother and her children out of the house several times.
“I was shunned, I wasn’t wanted. I felt that even from my cousins, uncles and aunties, grandparents,” Ian says.
For Ian, the childhood abuse “manipulated my sexuality and impacted my ability to operate as a person.”
“How can you have a healthy sexual relationship? How can you become a father, husband, grandfather?” he asks.
Throughout adulthood, Ian has been plagued by feelings of isolation, guilt, low self-esteem, depression and anxiety. He’s also battled a “dysfunctional sex life” and attempted suicide a number of times.
Ian describes “a paralysis” inside him and states: “I don’t think I’ve loved anybody in my life [and] didn’t know what love was.”
Although Ian is still married to his wife and has been for nearly 50 years, he confesses to having a number of extramarital affairs and visiting escorts for sex.
In a lighter moment, he jokingly refers to this as “a very good form of therapy.”
Only in the last six years — and after decades of counselling and therapy — does Ian feel he’s started to recover.
“I honestly believe she [his mother] had probably been sexually abused herself,” he says, adding: “I feel pity for her.”
“I had to forgive my late mother in order to recover,” Ian explains.
In the context of Lucetta’s research, Ian is unusual because he considers himself mentally healthy.
She says: “Out of all the males that I spoke to I would say only one had actually come to terms with what had happened to him.”
The sexual abuse of “these men when boys is often highly traumatic and at times extremely violent and impacted on their psychological, biosocial and physical development,” Lucetta says.
Far from healing over time, the impacts of this mother-to-son childhood sexual abuse seem to continue.
“There seemed to be a recurrence of the trauma building up over the years,” she says, “so from the late 30s onwards, it was really starting to become an issue for them.”
As adults, the majority of men in Lucetta’s study felt “very trapped, very isolated, very afraid and very unsure of how to go about getting help and understanding the power dynamics that they had been subjected to.”
“One gentleman, sadly, was completely house bound. He basically just felt that it was completely impossible to trust anybody or to be out in society because he had so little self-regard,” she says.
According to Lucetta, society’s beliefs about gender are effectively stopping a cohort of male victims disclosing their abuse and accessing support.
“They have experienced the same forms of trauma, the same forms of sexual abuse and emotional and psychological abuse as any victim of sexual abuse or sexual assault and they need to be taken seriously and they need to be believed.
“It is time to break the long-held view of mothers as only ever gentle and caring females, so that the sexual abuse of sons by their biological mother is acknowledged,” she says.
For Hamish’s part, he urges other survivors of mother to son abuse to reach out for help.
“You can’t just bottle it up and think that it will go away, because it doesn’t ever go away,” he says. And he would know.

Innocent Indian Mother



My mother is a typical Indian woman, I never thought of her as beautiful, just normal, she always wore sari's that were quite baggy, she was 36 years old and I was 19, she had brought me up by herself as my father died before I was born, due to a accident at work, She was a dutiful mother and at no time did I see her show any interest in another man.

We had our own business dealing in groceries, the shop was very profitable, and we had no money worries.

One day I was sitting at home watching the television when my mother came home from the shop and informed me that she had been invited to a banquet to honour her achievements in the grocery business, she said that normally she always refused the yearly bash, but as she was to be honoured thought that she should attend, I was sort of half listening and half watching the TV, my mother raised her voice and asked what I thought, I replied I thought she should go, at which she then informed me that she would need a escort for the evening, I questioned who she was thinking of taking at which my mother said I was hoping you would come with me, as I would not dream of going with another man, and more important I know of no men, I'm still married to your father and that would be disrespectful, I said but mother he has been dead for nearly 20 years now, don't you think you are entitled to some fun in your life.

My mother pleaded with me to go with her, I told her I didn't really want to spend the evening with loads of old people talking about shops, she then said that if I didn't take her then she wouldn't be going, I tried to make her see sense but she would not listen to me, going as far as telling me that I was selfish as she had never in all my life asked anything of me, and the first time instead of her doing everything for me, I would have to do something for her, all I did was argue.

I sat and listened and realised that what my mother said was very true, I then replied to her that I would be glad to escort her to the banquet. She in formed me that I would need to get a dinner jacket sorted out as it was a very posh do. This news made me want to go even less, but I couldn't tell my mother, so I decided that it was only one night and would just have do just put up with it.

The next night my mother came down in a long dress, that was split at the side, it was quite respectful if she didn't move to quick, she asked my opinion as this was the dress she would be wearing to the banquet, I asked my mother to do a spin so I could see how the dress fitted her, this was the first time I had ever seen my mother in anything but a loose fitting sari, my mother turned around and modelled the dress, I told her that it was a very good fit and showed her figure off, rather then hiding it, I realised as I said this that I'd never noticed before that my mother had any kind of figure, as my mother turned I told her that the underwear she had on was to big and bulky and was showing though her dress, I suggested that she would have to buy some more modern ones that weren't so bulky, my mother then told me that she wouldn't dream of going into a shop to buy anything like that, as she did all her shopping for those sort of things with a respected Indian catalogue company, and then said that if she couldn't wear her own things under the dress, then she would wear one of her sari's to the banquet, I then told her that if she wanted to go to this do dressed as a frumpy woman then I wouldn't be going, as I would have to be dressed in a dinner suit with a bow tie, I suggested that I would go to some shops the next day and buy some more modern under garments for her, after some debate my mother agreed with this idea.

So the next day I went shopping for my mother, I had been to a couple of shops and not found what I thought she needed, when I arrived at the 4th shop, I was looking around when one of the assistants came over and asked if I needed any help, I was a bit embarrassed to be talking to a very pretty young lady, I told her that I was taking my girlfriend to a banquet and she needed some underwear that wouldn't show though her dress, I couldn't say I was shopping for my mother I would have been to embarrassed, the young girl went off and brought a set back that she said would be perfect, they consisted of a very sexy thong and a skimpy bra in black, the thong was so thin that I wondered how it could hide anything, I paid for them and returned home, placing the bag in my mothers bedroom.

Later that evening my mother returned from the shop and I informed her I had brought some things for her and they were in her bedroom, she went off and within 2 minutes I her her shouting come here NOW, I went to my mothers bedroom and walked into a very angry woman, she was spitting with rage and told me I was some kind of pervert if I thought she was going to wear something like that, only sluts would wear those things, I tried to calm her down by telling her the story of the shop girl and how I had pretended that the things were for my girlfriend, because I was to embarrassed to admit I was shopping for my mother, and the girl had said they would be perfect for the occasion, she calmed down a bit, but said that there was no way she would wear anything like those things, I told her again that if she wore a sari I wouldn't be going, I said that nobody but her would know what she was wearing underneath the dress, and like the dinner jacket and bow tie, it was for one night only,

She said she would think about it.

Two days later on the evening of the Banquet I said to my mother have you decided what you are wearing, because I don't want to bother getting showered and dressed in the dinner jacket if she was wearing a sari. She informed me that even though she was against it she wanted me to escort her there, so she would be wearing her dress, I had had a shower and was just returning to my bedroom to get ready when I passed my mothers bedroom, the door was slightly ajar, as I passed something caught my eye, I stopped and looked though the crack in the door and could see my mother standing with her back to me wearing nothing but the skimpy black thong, what made me stay there and keep looking was the shape of her arse, it was perfect, a bit like j-lo's not massive, not small, it was just a perfect size and shape, and seeing her with such a sexy thong on made my cock twitch, I had never looked at my mother sexually before in all my life, but seeing her standing there was so horny, just at that moment my mother turned around to get something, the sight was the horniest sight I could ever of dreamed of, her tits were big and heavy, but completely firm, no sag whatsoever, they turned upwards making the shape perfect, as I looked down her perfect body I got to her cunt which was encased in the skimpy thong, there was jet black hair poking out both sides of the thong, her bush looked think and lush, I was looking at her perfect body and realised my cock was the hardest I'd ever known it, I couldn't believe that for all these years my mother had been hiding this perfect body, I had to take my cock out, which I must point out is very impressive, as hard as was right now it reached nearly 9 inches and was very thick, I carried on looking at my mothers body while stroking my massive cock, it didn't take long before I could feel my cock about to explode, I rushed to the bathroom and let rip, I didn't realise I had so much spunk in me, it just kept spurting and spurting and all the time I'm thinking of my mothers body.

The time arrived for us to leave for the banquet, my mother came down the stairs looking stunning, her body was showed off to it full potential with the dress, I asked her to turn around slowly so I could pass my judgement, as she did my cock was getting hard again I could just make out the thong under her dress, and if she moved to quick the split opened showing her legs right up to her cunt.

I told her she looked stunningly sexy, she said I didn't look to bad my self, in fact she said she had never met a more handsome man in her life, we had been at the banquet for a few hours and had had quite a lot of wine, the presentation had taken place and when my mother walked back to the table I thought there wasn't a hornier looking woman in the world, a song came on and everybody got up to dance, my mother asked if I would dance with her as we were the only people still sitting, we made our way to the dance floor, we had to dance quite close, and I could feel myself pressed up against my mother, my cock started getting hard, I tried everything to stop it but it just got harder and harder being this close to my sexy horny mothers body, my mother suddenly noticed I was pushing my cock against her cunt, she let go of me and went back to the table calling me a perverted bastard, I followed her to the table where she was really angry and told me again I was a pervert. I tried to talk to her but she wouldn't listen and said she wanted to go home now, I said please mum I'm really sorry and didn't want to upset her, and she was right I was just being perverted and it would never happen again, she made me promise that, which I did, and again said how sorry I was for up setting her as I loved her more then anything In the world, she softened then and said that we would stay for a bit longer, we had some more wine, I have to say I and my mother were starting to feel a little tipsy, another song came on and my mother said if you promise to behave we can have another dance, we got to the dance floor and once again the song was quite a slow one which meant we were pressed against each others bodies, no matter how I tried I could not stop my cock getting hard, I could feel the heat coming from my mothers cunt it was like a furnace, my cock was so hard I thought it was going to burst, I couldn't help myself I started to rub and push my rock hard cock into my mothers cunt, she tried to pull away telling me I promised not to be perverted with her, she was really getting angry and trying to pull away from me, but I held her tight to me and really pushed my cock against her pussy, she was saying please let me go,, I said mother please don't be angry with me, but when I was coming back from the bathroom I could see you in your bedroom naked but for the skimpy thong you had on, I said I couldn't believe how perfect her body was and that knowing how good she looked and how sexy her underwear is was making me so horny I couldn't help myself, all the time I was still rubbing my cock into my mother.

She stopped struggling much, and said it is wrong, you must not think like that about your mother.

I cant help it I replied your body is so horny, my cock wont go down, knowing how sexy you look under that dress, I was still pushing and rubbing my cock against my mothers hot cunt whilst we were talking, she didn't seem to try and pull away as much, if anything I thought I felt her push back at me once, my mother said please can we sit down, then I will talk to you, we went to our table, and had some more wine, my mother then turned to me and said please it is so wrong, you must not do things like you did earlier, I don't understand why people are always on about sex, it is just over rated and doesn't do anything for me, I said how do you know sex is like that and what makes you say something like that, my mother who now had had quite a lot of wine said I shouldn't be talking to my son like this, but you wont let up until I explain, I filled my mothers glass with wine again, she went on to explain she had been forced to marry by her family, and on her wedding night my father had pulled her clothes off rolled on top of her and fucked her for about 1 minute then rolled over and went to sleep, the next night the same thing happened but this time it was even quicker, on the 3rd day he had the accident and was killed, so explaining why do people go on about sex so much when that's all there is to it. I said mother you had a really bad experience and its not always like that, I said 2 people who love each other should take there time stroking and licking each others bodies until they are so turned on and horny for each other that the fucking is the pinnacle of love making. My mother looked very strange at me and said that do people really lick each others bodies, I said that is what real love making was. We talked some more about oral sex and how a woman's pussy can taste so horny when her juices were flowing, we had some more wine when a song came on, my mother said this is her favourite ever song and would I dance with her, I said after the conversation we had just had my cock was already really hard and I wouldn't be able to control myself, my mother said just this one dance and she would put up with anything I did.

We went on to the dance floor and this time there was no pretence, I pulled my mother to my and started pushing and rubbing my hard cock against her cunt, she didn't try to move away, she rested her head on my shoulder and even pushed her cunt onto my cock, I now had my hands on my mother's beautiful sexy arse and was pulling her against my cock, rubbing her arse and feeling the shape. She started moaning, I looked down at her, she said you are making me feel so bad, I shouldn't be doing this with my son, I just grabbed her arse harder and pulled her to me rubbing my cock into her cunt, she started to grind back at me, I looked down and kissed her open mouth, she kissed me back, even pushing her tongue into my mouth when she had felt my tongue exploring her mouth, she said you are making me feel so bad, I cant believe the feelings going though me, I've never felt anything like it, I feel like I'm on fire, I then move one of my hands to the front and started to rub my mothers pussy though her dress, she said please you must stop this is so wrong, but did nothing to try to stop me, I said you are so horny and your pussy feels so sexy I want to lick you and taste your cunt juices, she then pushed her cunt against my hand and started to shake, I then slipped my hand into the slit in the dress and could now feel how wet my mothers cunt was, her juice was pouring though the skimpy thong, my mother started shaking again.

I said you like me touching your wet hairy cunt, she said you must stop, I said mother I will stop if you take my hand off your cunt, her cunt was on fire the heat coming from it was so horny, the juice was now all over my hand, I looked her in the eyes and removed my hand from her cunt, and started licking my fingers and hand, licking all her cunt juices off, she had a glazed look on her face, I said mother ask me to feel your cunt again, I want to taste more of your juices, she looked at me with glazed over eyes and said you make me feel so bad and so horny, I want you to touch my pussy again, I want to watch you lick my juices off your hand, this time when I pushed my hand though the slit in my mothers dress and touched her soaking steaming hot cunt, my mother looked me in the eyes and opened her legs for me to have easier access to her pussy, I slipped my fingers under the thong while still looking into my mothers eyes. As my fingers made contact with her clit she started to shake, she said please we need to go home now babe, I'm going mad, I cant stop myself with you, I slowly inserted 2 fingers into her cunt, my mother looked at me with a shocked look, and started to tremble, I took my mothers hand and placed it on my hard cock, she looked at me with lust in her eyes and said not here babe, but not removing her hand from my cock, I was still touching and fingering my mothers soaking wet pussy, she was Cumming again all over my hands, she said let me see you lick my juices off your hands and fingers, I said nobody can see us here, take my cock out and stroke me, and I will let you see me eating your cunt juices, she said not here babe, if we go home I will do whatever you want, you've made me so hot, I cant stop myself, we left and got a cab home, I was kissing my mother and we were pushing our tongues into each others mouths, I took my mothers hand and placed it on my still hard cock, my mother rubbed my cock, and said please not here. When we get home.

We arrived home, my mother opened another bottle of wine, which we both had a glass of, we put some music on, I said mother I want to see you with out the dress, just in your heels, bra and skimpy thong, my mother said baby I cant be undressed in front of my son like that, I said mother I'm going to lick your wet cunt, fuck you all night, then watch you suck my big fat cock and swallow all my spunk, not spilling a drop. My mother said I could never do anything as dirty as that, I said you will mother once you've felt my tongue and cock in your wet cunt, I pulled my mother to me and kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth, I grabbed my mothers arse and pulled her onto my cock pressing her against me, we kissed wildly, my mother saying please no this is so wrong,

Then my mother pulled away from me, and said NO I cant, and ran to her bedroom, I was sitting in the lounge for about 15 minutes with my cock bursting, when I thought fuck this, I stripped down to my boxer shorts and went to my mothers bedroom, she was standing by the bed with only a bra and thong on, she looked so fucking horny, she turned around when she heard me, and gasped no get out of here, I went to my mother and kissed her, it didn't take long before I could feel my mothers tongue in my mouth kissing back, I lowered her onto the bed, and started kissing and licking her face and neck, then lower to my mothers beautiful tits, my mother was saying please no, this is wrong, I unclipped her bra and sucked a very hard nipple into my mouth, my mother moaned and said please no, I carried on licking and sucking my mothers tits alternating form one to the other, her nipples were about an inch long, her moans were now getting louder and she had stopped saying stop, I felt her hand come to rest on my head as she pulled my head harder into her lovely tits, her nipples felt like they were going to burst.

I worked my way down my mothers beautiful body until my mouth was inches away from her wet cunt, I stuck my tongue out and licked along the length of her cunt, the thong was absolutely soaked, I've never seen a woman so wet, as I licked my mothers cunt though her thong she spread her legs wide open, giving me easy access to her pussy, after 5 minutes of licking my mothers beautiful cunt, I looked up and said mother take your thong off I want to taste your juices, my mother said looking down between her wide opened legs, baby I cant do that, I said mother do it now or I'll stop licking your pussy, my mother then slowly removed her thong, and laid back with her legs as wide apart as possible, I could see her hair all soaked and matted together, her cunt was red and hot and you could see her juices running down her arse, there was so much juice, my mother grabbed my head and pulled my face back into her soaking wet cunt, as my tongue pushed along her cunt licking and sucking her juices.

My mother started to thrash about screaming and shouting, juice was gushing from her cunt, I looked up to see my mother grab a pillow and push it in her mouth to stop herself from making so much noise. I pushed my mothers legs back to her tits, so her cunt was completely open to my tongue, I then licked my way down her pussy, and pushed my tongue into her arse, she started bucking and trembling saying that is so dirty, but so horny I cant stop myself, my mother pulled her legs wide apart offering me her soaking wet cunt. I stood up and took my boxer shorts off, my cock was the biggest I've ever known it, I moved in between my mothers opened legs and stroked my cock along her wet cunt, my mother suddenly looked down and said we cant fuck, no please you mustn't.

I said mother I have given you so much attention, made your cunt so wet, I'll just put some of it in, my mother still said no, but laid there looking down between her wide opened legs watching as my cock entered her hot cunt, as my cock went slowly into her cunt, my mothers head thrashed from side to side, saying to herself this is so wrong, when I was completely inside my mother I lent down and sucked a rock hard nipple into my mouth, my mother moaned and said this is so wrong, but it feels so good, I started ramming my cock into my mother, she responded by grabbing my head and pushing her tongue into my mouth, as I fucked my mother the squelching noises coming from my mothers soaking wet and very hot cunt were so loud, it was so horny to hear how wet she was, my mother was fucking me as hard as I was fucking her, she grabbed my arse and opened her legs so as to get my cock as far into her cunt as possible, she then in a lusty voice babe you can't cum in me, I'm not protected.

I said mother I'm going to watch you suck my cock and swallow all my spunk, my mother in-between gasps and moans said babe I've never done anything like that before, I don't think I can, I started really fucking my mother hard now pushing my cock into her, I said mother if you don't suck my cock, and swallow my spunk I'll never let you have this cock again, at that moment I drove my cock so hard and far into my mothers cunt, she let out a loud scream and her juices poured out over my cock, I pulled my cock out of my mothers cunt and moved up her body until my cock was in line with her mouth, my mother opened her eyes and looked at my cock, and said its so big and beautiful, she reached out her hand and grasped my cock running her hand along my rock hard cock, then without taking her eyes off my cock, my mother leaned forward and opened her mouth and sucked my cock into a place that felt so fucking good, she used her tongue licking and sucking my cock, she went mad trying to swallow it all, she was sucking and nibbling my balls into her mouth, I said mother I'm about to cum, what she did next is something I'll never forget, she took my balls out of her mouth, then looking me straight in the eyes sucked my cock into her mouth, as I exploded gallons of spunk into my mothers mouth she never once took her eyes off mine while she swallowed every single drop, as I finished Cumming my mother was still sucking and licking my cock,.

We laid down next to each other, my mother said as my spunk was running down her throat, she got an electric shock down her spine that made her cum, we were laying there stroking each others bodies, my mother was laying there with her legs wide open letting me finger and stroke her soaked cunt, my mother said can we do it again another day, I said mother if you go down and suck my cock, we can do it again now my mother soon had my cock hard with her mouth, then she climbed on top of me and lowered herself on to my cock, my mothered fucked me for about 20 minutes, then said don't forget to let me know when your Cumming so I can swallow your spunk again, this brought me to the edge I said please mother I'm Cumming, my mother jumped off me and clamped her mouth onto my spurting cock drinking every drop, my mother then carried on licking and sucking my cock until I was hard again, but this time she wouldn't let me fuck her, she wanted to make me cum with her mouth, she swallowed every drop, we fucked and sucked 2 more times that night, with my mother swallowing all my spunk every time I came, as we laid there chatting I said I wanted her to stop wearing sari's and start wearing sexy short skirts for me with stockings and thongs, and no more old horrible underwear, my mother said she would do this for me.

The next morning when I woke, my mother was gone to the shop. I went to school and spent the whole day hard thinking about my mother and how horny she was, and how I couldn't wait to get home to strip her off and see that beautiful sexy body.

When I arrived home that night my mother was already in the house, when I saw her I couldn't believe what I was seeing, my mother was wearing a sari, I said why mother, she replied last night was a mistake and must never happen again, I went to my mother and pulled her into my arms, she didn't resist to much, I lowered my mouth to hers and we were soon kissing wildly, my mother forcing her tongue into my mouth, she then stopped kissing and fell to her knees in front of me, grabbed my trousers and pulled them down, then ripped my boxer shorts off, she was like a woman possessed, she then grabbed my cock and sucked it into her mouth, the way she wildly sucked my cock had brought me to the verge of Cumming, my mother then said please let me taste you I've been waiting all day for this, I exploded into her mouth she greedily swallowed every drop. She then stood up and ripped her sari off, she stood there in a skimpy thong that was already soaked, a pair of stockings and no bra, she looked so fucking horny, she then laid back on the chair pulling her legs wide open offering her wet hairy cunt to my mouth.

That was 3 years ago, there's not a morning goes by without my mother waking me up by sucking my cock and swallowing my spunk, she says she really does cum every time I cum in her mouth.

Horny Mom Helps Son in Sex





I lay the measuring tape along the length of Taylor's magnificently rigid cock and squinted. "All right, that's...10.1 inches today, up from 9.83 last time we checked. My goodness, that's significant growth for just two days." I glanced up at his face; as I expected, he was blushing furiously. Silly boy. Clamping down on my own emotions, I wrapped the tape around his member: 6.2 inches around. Holy cow, he was damn near two inches thick...and only getting bigger. I wrote the results down dutifully: 

Day 40. Length: 10.1 inches. Girth: 6.2 inches. Growth since June 3: 0.27 inches.

As I noted the results, I felt my womanly juices start flowing. I couldn't help it, and I know he could tell it was happening, because his splendid manhood stiffened even further—if that was possible—and almost seemed to quiver.

He had to be sensing my pheromones, because the smell wasn't obvious yet...Yes, there was definitely something unusual about my son. Whether it was something bad, however, remained to be seen. Certainly, it required careful study, and much more...experimentation. 

I sat back on my haunches; he glanced down as my bare tits bobbed, and his handsome face flushed again. He clenched his teeth, and I knew he was hurting.

I lifted my hands and pressed my breasts together; a bit lasciviously, I have to admit. I had come to enjoy these training sessions at least as much as my son did, and I'm afraid I was already salivating; either way, I'd be ready. "So what will it be today, Tay-bear? My tits or my mouth?"

Face red, eyes glued to my hardening nipples, Taylor stammered, "Um, uh...both?"

I lifted an eyebrow. "Do you think you could handle both?"

He let out a long breath. "Yeah. Yeah, I really do. I, you know, I go back in my room and I, um, I jack off for like an hour afterward every time we do this."

My other brow shot up. "And you come to orgasm?"

"Oh yeah, several times."

My scientific curiosity was tweaked. "And does the volume of semen remain the same each time?"

"The decrease is slight, but noticeable," he said, a bit more confidently. If there's anything Taylor has inherited from me rather than his beautiful sperm-donor father, it's his scientific attitude. 

"I'm beginning to formulate a hypothesis about you," I said thoughtfully, "but it needs more study first. Are you ready?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said fervently.

"Very good. What first?"

"Mom...I want to fuck your tits!" he said daringly.

"My, such language," I cooed, pressing my large breasts together and brushing my fingers over my nipples. "These tits?"

"Hell yes!"

"And what do you want me to do while you're sliding your big cock between your horny mommy's tits?"

"I want you to suck the end of my cock and pinch your nipples, Mommy! I want us to both come!"

My adult son's use of the term "Mommy" just about made my cunt melt...I don't know why, but it always did. The thing was, I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to hold onto the final shreds of that damned incest taboo. I ached to attack him just so I could get his huge hardness inside me, pumping away...but I digress.

I eased forward on my knees and wrapped my tits around the warm hardness of my eighteen year old child's ten-inch cock, and as he began to thrust, and I began to take his glans in my mouth on the upstrokes, and I rubbed my nipples and we both began to moan our enjoyment, my thoughts drifted back to how this had all begun, just 40 days before...

**** My son's expression was grave as he sat down across from me at the kitchen table. Without preamble, he said quietly, "Mom, I think there's something seriously wrong with me, from a developmental perspective. It's a male issue, and I normally wouldn't talk to you about it, being that you're my mother. But you're also a urologist."

I looked at him steadily. "I can recommend a male colleague, if you like."

"I don't think so. You're the most popular urologist in the city, and I know there's a reason for that. You're the best."

I really am good, though I'm popular because most males would rather have their penises handled by an attractive woman by than another male. But I didn't tell him that. "What's the problem, son?"

"Well...there's no discomfort or any evidence of deformity, but...my penis seems to be growing unusually fast."

I laughed lightly. "Oh, don't worry, that's common for a young man your age. I know you hit puberty quite a while back, but you can still get occasion growth-spurts, so to speak."

He blushed and sputtered, "But Mom, three more inches?"

I lifted an eyebrow; apparently, my little boy had already reached his mature size. If he still had some growing to do, the girls were certainly going to be very happy with him in a few years. "Admittedly, that's quite a bit, but hardly unheard of as a young man matures..."

"In three weeks?"

My eyes widened. "Taylor! Are you joking with your poor mother?"

He was so red by now that I thought he might burst into flame. "Of course not! Would I tell you something like this if it weren't true?"

I had to admit that he wouldn't. Taylor's a shy boy, and I'd never even had him mention anything like this to me before. "So tell me what happened."

"Well," he said, his color receding somewhat, "you know how guys are always measuring their erections, right?"

"Of course."

"Well, three weeks ago, I was...stunted for my age. I hate to admit it, but I had a pretty small erection. I mean, it was just over three inches long. And that was if I was liberal in reading the measurement, okay? Then, all of a sudden...well, I started feeling weird all the time, especially...well, when I was looking at girls. Then suddenly my jockstrap in PE didn't fit anymore and I had to get a bigger one. The coach thought it was funny. Then last week, I had to get a bigger one. And, um, that's why I asked you to buy me new underpants the other day. The old ones were, uh, too tight. I guess my testicles are getting bigger, too."

"I see."

He presseded on. "Well, I knew I was getting bigger, OK? Then yesterday when I measured, it was...well, just over six inches." He looked at me with unshed tears in his eyes. "Is something wrong with me, Mom?"

Oh, the expression on his face just made my heart ache. I reached out and took his hand and said fiercely, "Honey, that kind of growth definitely isn't normal for most boys your age, but I don't know if it's wrong for you. Let me do a few tests, and we'll keep an eye on it, okay?"

"Okay," he said trustingly.

****

The blood tests I got back later showed that everything was normal, and he displayed the same hormone levels, more or less, as any young man would. It was time to go to the root of the problem, so to speak.

Taylor had trouble presenting himself to me, just as any teen would, especially given our relationship. But I put on my no-nonsense attitude to make him stand in front of the couch and strip. I was able to maintain the appearance of a professional attitude...but I've always felt a little frisson of anticipation when I'd had a young boy strip for me in my office, and somehow, it was heightened just knowing that it was my son. As he peeled out of his shorts and T-shirt, revealing tight muscles and sun-browned skin, I found myself pressing my legs hard together and squirming, to tease sensations out of my clitoris...though of course when I realized what I was doing, I stopped immediately.

Sometimes when a man or boy presents himself to me, he's erect already. This was not the case for Taylor, who looked away shamefully, face bright red. His penis was as flaccid as any I'd ever seen, but it was noticeably mature, and his testicles hung large and low. I squeezed my legs together again, and to my shame felt my nipples inflate. 

I cleaned my throat. "I can't measure your erection until you have one," I said gently.

"I'm not sure I can get one while you're looking at me," he mumbled.

"Just...think sexual thoughts. Stroke it if you have to. Don't be embarrassed."

He looked at my face, then his eyes trailed down to my erect nipples...and his cock leapt skyward. Within ten seconds it was pointing straight up toward his chin, thick and well-shaped, with a slight bend in the middle.

I took my measurements quickly, with a flexible tape I had on hand, and wrote down: 

Day 1. Length: 6.3 inches. Girth, 3.74 inches. Growth since approximately April 6: est. 3 inches.

"That's good," I said, patting his erection absently. "You can put it away n—"

I didn't expect him to come all over me. But that's what he did, before I was even finished speaking. And holy shit—he must have been saving it up for a while. You could have filled a soda bottle with his ejaculate. 

The poor kid fainted dead away, possibly from sheer mortification, and fell back onto the couch.

"Ooookayy," I said, and checked to see that he was uninjured. He was fine, so I arranged him on the couch and went to my room to take a shower, change clothes—and fuck myself with my battery-operated boyfriend for an hour.

Day 3. I practically had to drag Taylor into the living room for his measurements this time. "Forget it," he said flatly. "There's no way I'm going through that again. I mean, come on, Mom! If I lose control again, I'm gonna die of embarrassment."

"Nonsense," I said firmly. "You'd be surprised how often that happens to me, and not just with young boys. Males will be males, and I can't blame them for it. It's just natural. And we do have to do this, to make sure you're healthy. How can I know what going on if I can't get a few baseline measurements? Now: do I have to undress you myself, or are you old enough to take care of it?"

He just turned his back and took off his clothes. I watched the play of his tight muscles as he did so, and studied his hard buttocks with interest. When he turned around, blushing furiously (I couldn't believe a son mine could possibly be so shy), he was again as flaccid as they come. If his penis could have retracted back into its body, I believe it would have.

I rolled my eyes. "How am I supposed to do my job here if your body won't cooperate, Taylor?"

"I dunno, Mom. But it just won't. I'm too embarrassed."

Well, I figured I knew how to fix that. Sighing, I tugged my blouse up over my head. 

"Mom, what are you doing?!?!" he demanded, wide eyed.

As I unhooked my bra and let my breasts swing free, I said, "I saw that you looked at my breasts the other day when I told you to think sexual thoughts. I imagine they're even more stimulating this way. And besides, if you have another accident, it'll be easier to clean up."

He eyes were as big as saucers, and his cock was even bigger all of a sudden. Looked like it was working. Moving swiftly (I'd known some boys to spew without anyone touching them), I took the measurements and wrote them down:

Length: 6.52 inches. Girth: 3.76 inches. Growth since April 29: 0.22 inches.

It was bigger. Significantly. Damn.

Mouth dry, I reached out and rubbed his erection lightly. In a strangled voice, my cute son squeaked, "MOM!"

"We can't have you spurting all over me every time I measure your penis," I told him reasonably. "We need to work on your sensitivity. What if you were to go off before I got a good measurement tomorrow? That would impact our data here. Does that make sense to you?" 

He nodded. 

"Very good then" As I spoke, I encircled his cock with my hand—I could barely fit my hand around it—and started moving it back and forth as he gasped and shuddered above me. Very well, I have to admit it; I had an ulterior motive. My son's cock was in my hand, and I was loving it. I wanted to jack him off. 

It didn't take more than ten seconds long before he was pouring his massive come load out all over his mother's aching tits. He didn't faint this time; he just swayed there above me, groaning loud and low. "There we are, then," I chirped, patting his still-hard cock, and went off to my room to clean up. I made certain to lock the door behind me.

Before I took a shower, I licked as much of his semen off my tits as I could reach, enjoying the sharp taste immensely. I let the rest dry on me to a crackling sheen as I dipped my seven-inch dildo into my wet cunt for the next hour, realizing, more than once, that at this rate it wouldn't be long before my studly young man's penis was larger than the dildo.

I'd have to get a bigger one, I decided.

Day 10. Length: 7.33 inches. Girth: 3.77 inches. Growth since May 5: 0.12 inches.

In order to maintain my cover story of helping him decrease the sensitivity of his hair-trigger orgasm, I had begun "working with" Tay every day after the second measurement. He was coming along nicely, I had to say, both on the length and stamina fronts. His girth hadn't increased significantly, but I figured it would. If this continued, he would soon be as thick as a soda can. His cock was ridiculously large for a boy his size; Tay stood well under six feet tall, and was slender as a girl. It looked as if some demented vivisectionist had grafted a porn star's cock onto my boy's crotch.

Definitely had to get a new dildo. The old one wasn't measuring up. 

So far today, I'd been pulling on his cock for five minutes, and he was still gritting his teeth and taking it, so I figured I needed to throw something new into the mix. I slipped off my skirt, revealing that I was naked underneath and showing him healthy glimpses of my moist, sparsely-furred labia. His eyes widened, but to my amazement he didn't immediately spout all over me. I was impressed.

Ten minutes later, I was wondering if something was, in fact wrong with him. He was moaning softly, but where was the tasty eruption I'd come to look forward to? Frustrated, I leaned forward and took that big cock in my mouth. On my third pump he screamed and shoved it deeper into my throat, releasing a veritable geyser of spunk that seemed to fill me up from bottom to top. It spilled out of my mouth and dribbled down onto my taut nipples like a mini-Niagara.

Damn, it tasted so good to me.

When I could speak again, I said, "You're getting very, very good about holding back, honey. Congratulations. I don't think you'll need any more stimulation practice."

"Ahh!" he said, sounding panicky. "Mom, you're not just going to stop helping me, are you?"

I looked at him calmly, but my heart was racing. "But you can hold back for a long time now, honey. We can stop."

"I, I don't want to stop! I c-couldn't make it through the day without knowing you were going to..." he flushed deep crimson, "...um, you know, train me. I think I'd go crazy if you didn't."

"But what about when our experiment is over?" I asked, wide-eyed and innocent.

"I don't want it to be over," he mumbled, ducking his head. "And even when it is...I don't want it to be over."

"We'll see," I said.

He took a deep breath and nodded. "So...could we keep building up my stamina from now on with that...thing you just did?"

"I believe it's commonly called a 'blowjob.'"

"Yeah, that!"

"I think I can manage it," I told him, smiling inwardly. "It's for science, after all."

Day 20. Length: 8.4 inches. Girth: 4.2 inches. Growth since May 15: .10 inches.

Taylor's penile growth was advancing at a steady rate of a tenth of an inch per day. That may not sound like much, but if it continued at that rate, he would exceed a foot in length within weeks! I was beginning to be a bit worried. How was a slight boy like him going to be able to handle a monster like this thing was becoming? I'd thought him mutantly massive before, but this was getting ridiculous! But at last his girth had caught up to the length somewhat.

I was going to have to get another new dildo soon, I thought giddily.

I'd grown used to my daily protein shakes from young Taylor, but I'd discovered that, once again, he was becoming inured to the sensation. Oh, I could make him come all right, but it took a lot more time and effort now, and he was getting so big he made my jaws ache!

It was definitely time for something new. 

By now, we both started our sessions completely nude. I glanced at my glistening crotch, which I knew my son was gladly ogling, and then at his glorious tool thrusting up at the ceiling. It was so large and heavy now that it no longer stood straight up, but rather ascended at a 45-degree angle. After long consideration, I decided that no matter much he turned me on, I wasn't ready for that ultimate act yet; but there was still something we could experiment with.

Leaning forward, I kissed the tip of little Tay's big penis, glancing up at him again. He was grinning, hardly blushing at all, and he thought he knew what was coming...but he didn't. I did open my mouth side and slide his cock between my lips, taking in as much as I could, deep-throating but unable to take it down to his sparse pubes, as I'd been able to do just a few days before. I made sure I slobbered all over his cock, getting it as wet and slippery as I could before pulling off it...

...and then enveloping his manhood in my titmeat."Baby, fuck my tits," I said breathlessly and crudely.

His eyes lit up, and he flushed deep crimson. "Omigod," he breathed, "I never ever thought of that."

I began to move up and down a bit, to prime the pump, so to speak. "There are four basic ways to make love to a woman," I told him, rubbing my nipples as he started thrusting hard into the crevice between my tit mountains, "and so far, you've experienced two. Can you guess the others?" I began to breath hard as the sensations (or should I say "sin"sations?) from my breasts connected straight to my cunt. I could feel my cunt drooling. 

I dipped me head and licked his shiny glans as it popped up into my cleavage. He winced and said, "Vagina..."

"Cunt. Of course."

"And...and...anus?" I nodded. "R-really?"

"Really, son," I said softly, and his rhythm increased suddenly until, suddenly, he gifted me with a pint of his heavy cream, right into my open mouth. Of course it failed to stay here, dripping down and across my hot and heavy tits. I held his proud boyhood between my breasts, clutching it tight and pinching my nipples, rubbing my thighs together, until I was hit with shock after orgasmic shock, and all the tugging and gasping caused him to go off again, drenching me with another spray of semen just as thick and copious as his first load.

Once we stopped gasping and came back to ourselves, my son stroked my cum-soaked hair and said, "So are we going to train using those other ways later?" he asked.

"Well, you still need to learn to control your premature ejaculation problem," I quavered.

His sudden smile was like the sun emerging from behind a cloud, and I basked warmly in its glow.

Day 45. Length: 10.6 inches. Girth: 6.5 inches. Growth since May 19: .10 inches.

The kid was killing me.

For the past six days, my son had been "training" himself by plowing both my breasts and my mouth daily, at least once each, and what he'd told me five days before held true: he seemed to be able to orgasm repeatedly without losing his ability to recover his erection and manufacture ever more semen. I'm sure there was a limit somewhere, but I hadn't been able to find it. His growth and stamina certainly explained his enormous appetite; he ate enough every day to sustain a grown man twice his size. He had to, to fuel his other appetite.

Dammit, my jaws ached all the time now. Ever tried to deep-throat a monster cock for an hour at a time? No? Well, it affects your communications skills for the rest of the day, let me tell you. And my latest dildo just wasn't doing the job anymore. 

It was time for the next stage in my little boy's stamina training. Past time, a little voice in my head said wickedly. Now, I had no illusions about what was happening here; the vaginal training, and then the anal training later, were unlikely to satisfy my son any more than the oral and tactile training had. They were stopgap measures at best. Oh, I would enjoy them—I was already trembling at the thought—and I doubted we'd ever stop fucking each other before one of us was dead. But a hypothesis was developing in my mind about my son.

My boy must have mistaken my hesitation for something else, because he said breathlessly, "Um, I think we should do oral training first, Mom. Okay?"

I shook my head sharply. "No, we've done the last of that. For a while anyway." At his heartbroken look, I continued quickly, "It's a matter of physical constraints, darling. I have a small mouth, and your girth has increased dramatically. It's almost impossible to fit you in my mouth anymore."

Now he merely looked disappointed. "However," I went on, "there are more....flexible options. I think it's about time we explored them." Standing slowly, I turned my back on him and then sloooowwwly lowered myself to my hands and knees. I thrust my bottom toward him and looked back at his glowing face, saying, "Now for the real test of a man: let's see how long you can last when it truly matters. How would you like to fuck Mommy's cunt? "

I used the deliberately crude terms just to stimulate him, or so I told myself.

He moved slowly forward, as if my pussy were a magnet and his tremendous dick were the bar of steel it so resembled in it stiffness. Soon, I could feel his cock riding atop the warm crack between my buttocks, and his hands clenching my hips. We were both trembling like first-time lovers, and I could feel the hot trail of his pre-cum oozing down onto my asshole. "Fuck Mommy's cunt, honey," I urged him in a strangled whisper. "Please!"

As though hypnotized with lust, he backed away slowly, and let his massive maleness inch down along the curve of my crack until the head was poised at the entry of my dripping cunt. Then, with a sigh, he eased his way in.

He was barely inside me, but I came so hard that he must have thought I was drying to wrench off the end of his cock. He pulled out, gasping, before he too could lose control. 

"You fucking stud," I hissed when I regained my senses seconds later, the last pretence of my scientific detachment gone. "Fuck me! Fuck Mommy hard and deep, Tay-bear!" 

Easier said than done. Despite my large practice dildos and the extra lubrication of my orgasm, it was slow-going at first; his cock was so thick it was simply difficult to fit inside. He eased his way in, groaning and gasping, and for my part I was chanting, "Don't you dare! Don't you dare come yet! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!" Inside my head something was chattering inanely, My son my little boy my Taylor that's him inside me fucking me like the stud horse he is omigod omigod omigod and when he backed out and carefully thrust into me another come jolted through me like a white-hot spear and my pussy clenched around his hugeness and suddenly it felt like a sperm bomb had burst within me as he hosed my insides down with his incestuous semen. My son had lasted for two thrusts once he got inside me.

Bad, bad boy.

Of course, that's not a problem with a boy the likes of my Tay; the cum just became more lubrication for his big cock, and of course he stayed as hard as he always did. He started pumping into me vigorously, alternately gently and roughly, the whole time keeping up a dirty little mantra of "Oh Mom, your cunt feels so good, so good around my cock. I want to keep fucking you forever. I'm gonna fill your pussy up with more of my come, fuck I love you, I love your pussy, I'm the luckiest boy alive, OH MOMMMMMMMYYYY!"

That last outburst was accompanied by another outburst inside me, and I came so hard as his cock provided delicious friction against my cunt walls and clit that I blacked out. When I came to I was still propped up on hands and knees, and he was plowing on, crowing his delight in an unending spiel of innocently filthy sex talk that made my erogenous zones tingle with delight.

I lost track of how many times we came that day. But I do know that after an hour or so my knees got so sore we retired to his bedroom, where we proceeded to have sex in a variety of positions for five full hours more. That's right, it was another five hours before he was literally fucked out, so exhausted that he couldn't move. I'm not sure, but I think he could have gotten it up again if he'd wanted.

By then, I was sure about my hypothesis. I had decided that young Tay wasn't ill or even abnormal, except in the sense that he was a cut above most males. In truth, I was beginning to thing he was that sexual rarity, a superpotent—one of those males that no single woman could ever satisfy, who could keep going and going and going as long as he could remain conscious. Eventually, I would need to find other women for him to fuck if I wanted to get anything done.

Until then, though, he was mine, and I didn't care to share. I knew I would eventually have to, though, because even a horny woman can only take so much, and to do without would be detrimental to the poor lad.

In any case, he woke me up with his cock buried deep in my cunt the next morning, and we had a long, slow fuck before we ate breakfast. After he downed enough for two grown men, he was ready to go again. We both had a shower together (we needed it by then), and of course we screwed there, too. Then we went back to bed.

Late that afternoon, after another massive meal, I experimented with letting him ease that huge thing into the tiny pucker of my asshole. We managed it with a lot of lubrication and care, but he was so big I didn't dare let him fuck me there. So after another shower, I showed him what he needed to do to pleasure a woman, and he turned out to be a first-rate cunt-lapper and tit-man. Then we made love until late into the night.

We were so busy that neither of us remembered to measure him, but I could tell as his enormous member flexed within me that he was still a growing boy. My growing boy.

Day 67. Length: 12.85 inches. Girth: 8.7 inches. Growth since July 25: 0.001 in. 

It seemed that my son's insane penile growth had more or less stopped. Alas, his sexual appetite had not. In fact, it seemed to be increasing, heaven help me. I was pretty much exhausted. We had sex no fewer than four hours a day, and I had begun to have to send him away so he could masturbate alone, which neither he nor I liked.

After setting aide my measuring tape away, I gave Taylor Jr. an affectionate pat and said, "Honey, I'm afraid you'll need to put the monster away for a bit and get dressed. We've got company in a few minutes."

"Awww!"

"Tay-bear, I'll make it up to you, honest I will. Just get dressed...and do your best to rein that thing in. We can't let people see you with a huge erection in your pants."

"Okay," he sighed, and retired to his room. By the time he emerged in the sitting room, dressed in a neat Oxford and slacks, he looked like your normal young man, handsome and slight. Admittedly, his slacks were a bit capacious; I've had to get them specially tailored, given his incredible size. But no one would notice that unless they really looked.

I was dressed in a simple dress that could come off easily. Sitting beside me were two women, one a bit older than I, and one in her mid-twenties. "Hi, Aunt Joan," Tay said, hugging my sister. He looked at the other woman curiously. 

"Don't you recognize me?" she asked. "It's Miss Tina, from eighth grade."

"Oh yeah!" he burst out. "I had such a crush on you! How are you?"

She blushed prettily. "Oh, I'm good. Very, very good."

My boy sat down on the armchair across from where the other girls and I were sitting. "What's up?" he asked guilelessly.

I glanced at Joan, and we grinned. "I've heard that you are, young man," she said, in her earthy contralto. Taylor has always had a thing for his sexy aunt, and he turned red as a beet. 

"Mom! he protested. "How could—"

I cut him off. "I love you more than anything, Tay-bear, but you're more than a single woman can handle. So I recruited your aunt and Miss Tina to help me with your, um, 'training.' Joan has been telling me for years that she was going to take you to bed as soon as you were old enough. I thought she was joking...but it turns out she wasn't. As for Miss Tina, well, several of my younger patients have told me about her fondness for teen boys...so I approached her. Needless to say, once they heard about your fantastic cock, they just couldn't wait to help us."

Tina crossed her legs lasciviously, making Taylor very aware that she wasn't wearing panties, as his aunt tugged down her top to display the full glory of her breasts. As for me, I reached down to the hem of my dress and pulled it up and over my head, revealing my full nudity.

"For now," I told him as I lay back and dabbled my fingers into my steamy cunt, "we're going to train you as a team. What do you think, baby?"

"I think I can live with that," he said, grinning. Without being invited, he unzipped his slacks and fished out his cock, which was already ballooning to its full monstrous size. My little man was finally getting over his shyness!

I sat back to watch as my sister fell on his huge cock like a starving woman attacking a steak, and Tina crouched over his face to receive his tongue, her eyes glued to the 13-inch pillar of flesh between his legs as Joan worked to get her lips around it. 

Good Lord, I was in heaven.

Long Story of a Son Lust to Fuck his Own Sexy Mom


I was in bed with my twin sister enjoying the sweet sensation of her hot wet sex around my cock,when our mother simply walked in on us. My sister and I had adjoining bedrooms with shared bathroom and a door separating us. We had been sneaking into each other's room for the past few months ever since our eighteen birthdays. We knew our folks were going to know soon enough that we had a incestuous sexual relationship going because a home pregnancy test had told us why my sister had missed her period, She was pregnant. We thought it would be hard to explain it to Mom but her walking in on us made it pretty easy. 

Dad was gone, a two-week business trip had taken he out of town, when mom walked in on us. She had heard my sister moaning and was worried she was having discomforted because of her period, when in fact she was groaning because my thrusting had her on the verge of an orgasm. 

There was no way I could have stopped, even if I wanted to, which I didn't. So I pushed deep into my sister's spasming pussy to pump yet another load of my seed into her vagina. Seeing her children locked in passionate embrace of lust, Mom just stood there in silenence. When I stopped moving and lay there on top my sister, our mother found her voice and asked us want the hell were we doing?

My sister being her smart assed self said, "I'm getting my brains fucked out!"

And that made me laugh.

Mom couldn't believe us, saying that we had gone crazy and acking if we had the common sense to using a condom. I gave her our asnwer to that when I withdrew from my sister, Mom stared at my still hard cum covered cock. I believe I was able to stay hard in the face of our angry mother as I was naked, and when a guy fucks his own sister how could he not have thoughts about fucking his own mother. Plus I was turn on by the fact Mom was staring at my cock with a strange look of disbelief and desire. 

In the next few moments, I explained to Mom I didn't need a condom as my sister was already pregnant and I was the father. Mom stammered that she'd have to get an abortion but my sister spoke up telling her that she was having my baby and if mom made any trouble that she reveal who the father of her child was to everyone and ruin the family's good name. 

Defeated, mom agreed not to cause trouble but we had to tell Dad the truth when he came home. With that Mom went to her bedroom and went to bed. As I sat holding my sister I told her about my recent fantasies involving our mom, and asked her if she would be mad if I tried to make it happen.

My sister laughed and said, "Go for it! I could use a break, you horny pig!" 

I kissed my sister and then I walked naked into my Mom's bedroom, turned the lights on. Mom was sat up in bed. It looked like she was about to start crying. Seeing naked, my hard cock sticking straight out she stared at my bobbing cock as I walked over to the side of the bed. For several long moments she stared straight at it then finally she looked up into my face. 

She asked "What you thinking impregnating your own sister?"

I stood there and told her, "Honestly we weren't thinking. We're two horny teenagers that needed and wanted to fuck, so we did. And the more we did it, the more we realized we how much we loved our incestuous affair. So we were happy about getting pregnant and no one will ever be able to tell us that it was wrong." 

That was a lie, I had taken my sister, forced her to accept my cock the first three times I had fucked her. When I came the fourth time she willing spread her legs. Claiming that only the moral outrage of incest had kept her from willing accepting me our first few times together but the pleasure my cock gave her meant more then want people though. 

Mom looked stunned and asked, "Can't you at least put on some clothes or do you get off on showing your own mother your hard cock?" 

"I don't see the point!"

"Why the hell not?" 

"Because why get dress, only to get undress!"

"What?"

"Mom, please you can see why I here. It clearly obvious what I want and from how you can't take your eyes off my cock it clear want you want. So I'm going to do what we both want. I going to fuck you silly."

I throw back the covers. Mom had changed for bed, into what she always wore to bed a short night gown the fell to the middle of her thighs. when i threw the covers back she moved away from me, making her gown raise up and she wasn't wearing panties. I stared at the dark curls covering her lips that hide her sex. Even as she told me to get out, I got into bed with her. She made a move to stop me as I lifted her night gown up but still it found it way to the floor. She struggled as I took her into my arms and pressed my lips to hers. Then I shoved my tongue into her mouth and my hand between her thighs. At first she resisted try to push me back but as I diddle my finger tip over her clit, the pleasure became to much then suddenly she was kiss me back. Her arms and hands were no longer pushed back but pulling me to her and against her. 

I kissed my way down from her neck to suckle on her erect nipples for a moment before continuing my journey downward kissing along her belly. A suddenly though hit me, I had no ideal if mom was using birth control and since I wasn't planning to wear a condom, I wondered if I could make my mother abdomen swell with a child like my sister. 

I took in the sight of her swollen lips covered in her soft curls before I buried my face in her hairy bush. I sucked on her pussy lips, licked her slit, and tongued her clit. I assaulted her sex with only one purpose to make her cum, to make my own mother orgasm in blissful incestuous delight. 

When mom's body shook and I knew I had succeeded then second later I was reward to the sweet wetness flowing into my mouth. I lapped at her flowing love juices. Drinking down the sinful offering of proof, that I had pleasured my mother in a way till that moment; only my father had. I moved up between her thighs my cock a rigid pole sticking straight out. My mom didn't look at me as I pushed my cock head to the entrance of her sex.

She said one word, "Please..."

I didn't knew if she meant, please don't or please fuck her. I didn't care as I mounted her, penetrating her, her wetness allow me to pushing my cock deep into her. 

It was obvious that Dad hadn't been taking care of business with mom. Maybe it was due to the fact he was much older than Mom almost twenty years, maybe it was his long hours at work. What ever the reason after about a dozen strokes, mom turned into a sex-crazed whore, talking dirty, begging for it hard, telling me to pound her pussy, humping her hips up to met my downward thrusts. As much as I like fucking my sister this was truly the best fuck of my life. Mom had another orgasm with my cock imbedded in her. Feeling her pussy gripping my cock was too much I pushed as deep inside her as I could and filled her cunt with my fertile seed. 

We lay in bed, exhausted for a few minutes, before Mom turned to me and said with tears in her eyes that she was so wicked for loving ever moment of our fuck. Then almost in a whisper she asked if I had the energy to go again. 

Of course, I said, "yes!"

She asked me to wear a condom but I pointed out that if she wasn't on birth control it might already be too late so why bother with one now. She gave up after I made it clear I wasn't going to wear one. Arguing over the condom had deflated my cock. So I asked her to blow me. As first she refused, claiming that was it enought to make her love being fucked by her own son that she ask me to do it again. Did I have to humilate her by making her act like a common street whore. 

So I grabbing a hand full of hair and pushed her face down to my cock. I rubbed my cock against her tightly closed lips and cheek. I told to her to suck my cock to get it hard if she wanted me to fuck her. If she didn't want to I just call my sister to suck it and I fuck her right here in her bed and she could watch and dream about my cock. 

She called me names as she opened her mouth. I pushed on the back of her head making her deep-throated me. I ordered her to lick my cock and balls and to even take my balls in her mouth. The sweet treatment she was giving my shaft, it didn't take long for my cock to be fully erect again. Once erect and standing tall, i told her if she wanted it she have to ride me. Mom protested only a little before straddling my body, lowering her cum creamy cunt onto my cock. She rode up and down with small strokes at first but as her pleasure increase she began to buck and ride me with longer strokes that had her tits bouncing and her whip her head around. Throwing her head back she screamed as she climaxed and I grabbed her hips and held her tight against me, as I pumped my hot seed up into her love canal. 

I remained in her bed all night, fucking her twice more before the break of dawn adding two more loads to the two I had already filled her with. The next night she told she felt my cum leaking out of her all day. For the next two weeks, either woman bothered with clothes when we were home together which helped to keep my cock in a constant state of hardness. I took turns pleasuring them. To my great surprise when I need my rest to recover my twin sister and mom found pleasure in each other's arms. 

Having found this incredible sexual incestuous bliss, things really couldn't go back to the way they were before even after Dad returned. With Dad home, I went back to doing my sister at night after our parents were asleep, and pleasuring Mom filling her cunt with loads of semen during the day, while he was at work. Two month after our first fuck mom missed her period and a home pregnancy test informed me that I had fathered a second child. We hadn't told Dad about my sister yet, so we had to confess to a double whammy. 

Dad was shocked when Mom, Sis and I gave him the news. At first he was angry then i pointed out that if he had been taking care of mom's sexual needs she would want me cock and maybe if he had been home more for his daughter and me that he would have seen the signs and stopped us from fooling around. 

Then he confessed he wasn't really was interested in sex anymore, being both too tired and so much older than mom. So he gave his blessing to mom and me to continue our affair. He even moved out of the bedroom and into the guest room so I could have the bedroom with mom. 

My sister gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby girl and she decided to go on birth control after that. Saying she might want more children later, but for the moment one was enough. Mom gave birth to a boy but really enjoying the feeling of a baby growing inside her decided to not take any precaution to prevent her from getting pregnant again. So sure enough two months later she was pregnant. That time she had a baby girl. 

That was a few years ago, I decide to share my story as mom has just dropped the news that we are expecting again and this time she having another set of twins growing inside of her. I love my Mom, who is now acts more like my wife. My sister and I still fuck but only now and then as she engaged to be married a nice guy she met at work and is now living with. Dad is even happy, loving the role of grandpa to the children. He is happy to watch them, while mom and I are busy in the bedroom.


After my dad died, my mom and I had to move into a one-bedroom apartment in which we shared the same bed. My mom worked a day job and as a waitress during the evening hours while the lady next door kept an eye out for me. As soon as I was old enough I got a job to earning money to help out my mom, bagging groceries and making deliveries. 

One afternoon, a woman by the name of Ms. Keely was in the grocery store. She was an older woman, a widower like my mom who got plenty of attention. What it was that got her that attention was her huge chest. Ms. Keely was a thin woman with long hair that fell passed her ass, but her chest was huge. Her big tits jiggled and bounced as she walked as she rarely wore a bra. It was early afternoon, I was work extra that day as school was out early; the store was quiet so I was doing some stocking. As I worked Ms. Keely came down the aisle.At seventeen I didn't know too much about sex, other than I knew I like jerking off. I couldn't help but stare at the deep cleavage that she had on display. She saw me looking at her tits and jokingly as if I liked what I was seeing. I blushed embarrassed and started to turn away. 

Then Ms. Keely cornered me. I tried to move away, but she grabbed my arm and with her other hand started to rub my crotch very gently. I had never had another person touch me there and her gently rubbing felt so good. My cock grew rigid as her slide her hand over my expanding shaft though my pants. Seeing my excitement she pressed my hand to her breast and I gently squeezed her large melon. I felt her start to slide my zipper down when another customer walked onto the aisle. Ms. Keely moved off a bit. She must have been as turned on as I had been as her nipples were now very visible. Smiling, she asked if I could deliver her groceries to her house for her. Of course I was more then happy to. I didn't know want to except as I knock of Ms. Keely's door.

She let me in and told me to put the bags on her counter. When I turned around she had unbuttoning her dress from top to bottom, exposing her, from her big breasts to her hairy pussy. It didn't matter to me that this woman was older then my mother. All my cock care about was she was naked. She told me to get naked, which of course; I did. She asked me if I'd ever fooled around with a girl and I sheepishly admitted I hadn't. Smiling she said for me to sit down on the couch. She sat next to me and began kissing and stroking my cock, saying that I should be proud I had such a thick handsome cock. She told me she liked to suck off young men because it reminder of when she sucked off her sons when they were my age. She asked if I liked her lips and hands on my cock and I about screamed yes. Smiling, she told me not to worry and just cum when I was ready; with that she opened her mouth and she took my cock in. I guess she really like to suck because she took the whole thing in down to root with out any trouble. She sucked hard and bobbed her head, making noises. I grabbed on to the couch, fighting back my need to cum as I enjoyed the thrill of having my cock sucked for the first time. As hard as I try it wasn't long before I was shot into her eager mouth. She continued pleasuring my pole until my balls were empty. 

Smiling she stood and slipped off the dress and told me to follow her. I followed her small tight ass as she walked to her bedroom. She lie down on her bed and spread her thin legs wide showing off her hairy snatch. Pulling apart her lips she flash me the first pink I had ever seen and it looked so moist. She explained how she wanted me to finger her while I sucked on her nipples. I guess I was a quick learner because it didn't take long before she was moaning that my fingers felt so good and not to stop. While I followed her instruction playing with her pussy and rolling my tongue over her thick nipples, she reached between my legs and began to stroke my cock. Her pussy went from moist to sloppy wet as I fingered her. She began to talk dirty, saying words I never heard a woman say before. 

When I was hard, she pulled me on top of her and guided my cock into her cunt. It was heavenly sliding my hard cock into her hot wetness. Wrapping her legs around me, she held me inside her, and then began to grind herself on my stiff cock. Then she began to telling me to pull back but not out and push it back in. I did as I was told, her hot wet pussy grabbed at my dick as I stroked in and out. 

I moaned that this felt so good while she kept saying, "Faster...fuck me...faster!

Sooner than I liked her hot wetness brought me off and she held as I trembled, cum inside her, losing my virginity. I collapsed on top of her. She held me close and told she felt I would make a wonderful lover and she wanted to teach me all about fucking and that I could visit her anytime I wanted to for a lesson.

I spent ever share moment that summer in her apartment learning how to French kiss, how to caress and lap her pussy, how to hold it off as I fucked to make it last. She taught me how to arouse a woman so that they would allow me to fuck them. As much as we fucked we also talked. She asked me about my life. She was very interested that I slept in the same bed with my mother. Asking if I ever saw my mother naked and how affectionate she was. Asking if I ever felt her rub up against me I in bed during the night. One day she came out and asked if I ever thought about fucking my own mother. When I admitted that I had, Ms. Keely instructed me on how to try and make something happen between us.

She told that one night when my mom came to bed after I was already in bed. I was to pretend to be asleep. After she settle in I was to cuddle up to her and move my hand up to the breasts and squeeze them, gently run my finger over her nipples. 

Ms. Keely said to me, "If your mother thinks you're doing this in your sleep, she may not stop you. If she doesn't say anything or stop you the next step is to move you hand down and rub her thigh and over her ass. Again if she doesn't stop you keep going, move your hand between her legs and rub her crotch. Then, you should stop, just quit rubbing. She may move your hand away but she may not."

Finally a night came that I got the nerve to try what Ms. Keely had suggested. I listen to my mom came in, undress and get into bed, my heart was beat like drum. When she settled down, I put my hands around her and cuddle up to her. She was lying on her side and she gave my arm a squeeze. I slipped my hand up and squeezed her globes and rubbed my thumb of her nipple. She immediately took my hands away and moved them down to her stomach. 

After a few tense minutes, I slide my hand downward, and began to rub her mound thought her panties. As I stroked her, mom moved her body away and turned to face me. I laid there my eyes closed slowly moving my hand back and forth, wondering what was about to happen. Then I felt her reaching down. Then felt her palm rub over my hard bulge.

As she felt my hard cock, she giggled and whispered, "Are you asleep, baby?"

She pushed the blanket down and off us when I didn't answer her.

She took my hand from her crotch and placed it on my cock that she had freed from my boxers and began to move my hand up and down. As I laid there pretending to be asleep and playing with myself.

She whispered, "Stroke it baby! Stroke it for mommy!"

When I was about to cum I stopped, afraid to cum, but mom, I guess want to see me cum as she finished me off with her hand, 'waking' me up when I climaxed. I turned over acting embarrassed but really I was hiding my excitement. She made a sighing sound and then I felt her arms wrap around me.

As she whispered, "It ok, Baby! You just had a dream, a wet dream!"

I could feel her breasts and erect nipples press into my back. I had a hard time falling asleep that night. 

The next morning, mom told me it was fine, that it was normal to have wet dreams. I asked if she have had one and she laughed and then sighed before answering, yes.

Mom then said, "Since we share the same bed if it happens then it happens. It nothing to be embarrassed about so didn't be. I didn't mind."

A couple of nights later, I again pretended I was asleep. This time mom didn't stop me from rubbing her breasts. My cock throbbed as I felt my mom erect nipples pressing against my palms. Nor did she stop me from rubbing her mound though her panties. Again I felt excitement as I felt the crotch of her panties grow wet from my rubbing. 

When I tried to move under her panties to actual touch her wet pussy, she said, "Oh no, baby, you can't touch mommy there." 

Then as she had the first time she turned over towards me. A gently shake to see if I was asleep, then she jerked my hard cock, playing with it till I climaxed blowing my sticky cum on to my belly as she whispered how nice and hard my meat was. 

I told Ms Keely about what had happened as we lay in bed after I had just finished fucking her doggie-style. She smiled and told me to be patient, that she knew from her own experience that my mom was make up her mind that incest wasn't as wrong as peolpe say, that her own son's hard cock wasn't off limits for her wet pussy. That one night she would beg for my cock to be in her pussy. 

Ms. Keely was right, over the next two weeks things stay the same. Then one night mom didn't stop me from slipping my hand under the elastic band of her panties. As my fingers massaged her slit and circled her clit, her hand was wrapped around my cock.

The next morning as we woke from sleeping in mom looked at me and said, "I know you faking been asleep at night."

When I said I didn't know want she was talking about she sighed, saying it was ok. After that night mom stopped wearing panties to bed. For the next month we played our game almost every other night but that was a far as it went. 

I went to Ms. Keely and told her what was happening and asked how to make things go further. Only after I had eaten her pussy till she had orgasmed twice, did Ms. Keely tell me want to do. I wasn't sure I could, after hearing what she said, but that night as I felt my mom's hand on my cock and how wet she was as I fingered her, I knew I could do it. 

As she was moaning as I fingered her, I rolled onto my side pulling away from my mom then suddenly rolled back and on top of her. Her knees had been slight apart allowing my hand better access so I was able to slip between her legs. I reached down and quickly slipped my cock head up between her wet lips and into the very hole I had come from. 

Mom moaned, "No Baby, don't do this!" 

She tried to stop me but the incredible wet heat kissing my cock head and wickedly wonderful excitement of being inside my own mother, there was nothing she could have said that would have made me stop. I fucked my mother nice and slow her protest became weaker and weaker with each stroke. Then I felt her wrap her legs around me and she begged me to fuck her harder and faster. 

Fucking Ms Keely and all the stroking my mom was doing to me had giving me that stamina of a bull, I pounded my mother cunt for more then thirty minutes before I cried out and flooded her insides with my sticky cum. 

The next morning as we lay naked in bed, my mom asked me how I had become such a wonderful lover. I told her about my sexually experiences with Ms. Keely and even confessing that Ms. Keely couching me on my seduction of her. Mom and then showered together before returning to bed to fuck away the morning. It turn out mom was a very passionate lover. After another shower, mom had me take her to meet Ms. Keely and upon meet Mom hugged her and thanked her. The two of them have been the closed of friends ever since just as mom and I have been permanent lovers.

My sister, Natalie was over visiting me. We had just returned to my home after an afternoon of shopping. Which included a visit to the Freddick's of Hollywood at the mall. Both of us had pick out something skimpy to wear in hopes of get a little action from our husbands later that evening. 

It was around three in the afternoon and Dr Phil had come on. Natalie asked to leave it on as we fixing a late lunch. In the introduction, he mentioned Bisexuality and that he had men and women addicted to both sexes as his guests. Suddenly Natalie seemed really interested. We watched about twenty minutes, finding some interesting revelations from all the guests before a commercial. 

Then Natalie looked over at me and asked me point blank, "Have you ever had any fantasies about other women?"

"Not really, Cal, (who is my husband) has in the pasted mentioned he had fantasies about me and another woman. That has got me thinking about it, a few times. But no...not on my own...no." 

"So have you ever...you know....live out Cal's fantasy?"

"No..." 

"Have you ever wanted to...?"

"I guess...like a lot of woman, I always wondered want it be like..."

With that my sister reached over and holding my shoulders, pulled me closer to her. I was awestruck at first, not knowing how to react. But the second she planted her lovely lips against mine, I knew exactly how to react- with passion, kissing her back as hard as she was kissing me. 

It was so sudden, which I guess why I gave into this incestuous lesbian encounter so easily. It was wickedly wrong which made it so much more appealing. I was sudden feeling hot all over, my slit was which was slick from thoughts of wearing my new skimpy undies to excite Cal became as juicy as the center of an orange. 

I made no move to stop my sister from popping the button at the top of my jeans so she could slip her hand down to stroke my furry kitten between my legs. I felt instant sparks once she touched me down there, and I desperately wanted her to do more then cup my mound. When we stopped kissing, we looked into each other eyes. Suddenly we were standing and our clothes were flying in every direction as we got naked. 

I had never felt any excitement from being around or seeing another naked woman. But the sight of my sister's naked curves, the swell of her breasts, her erect nipples, the flair of her hips, the tangle curls of the triangle covering her sex. Suddenly I felt the liquid heat between my legs intensify. 

My sister sensed I was nervous so she made the first move, lower her face to my breast. My sister made me moan as she licked around and over my small but firm tits, caressing each nipple with her rough but gently tongue. I moaned out loud as she circled each nipple, making them alternate from, hot, because of the heat of her breath to, cold, because of the chill cause by her salvia on my skin. If she had wanted I would have let her suck on my nipples all night, the tingle sensuous she was giving me was so wonderful. But Natalie wanted more.

I trembled as my sister said, "I think its best it we skip the preliminaries and get right down to it."

Not really understanding what she was saying. So I just stood there. Seeing I wasn't getting it, Natalie plopped me down on the couch and spread my legs, smiling my sister knelt between my legs. I tensed for a second as Natalie's face descended toward my creamy hole. Her face hovered over my wet sex for a second as she looked up at me. Then slowly her tongue snaked out from between her lips and began to explore my joy-hole. I began whimper at the first caress of my sister's tongue. I knew from the way that she licked my hole that mine wasn't the first cunt my sister had explored. 

Her relentless tonguing seemed to go on forever, until I was just about insane with lust. I couldn't have held it back another second even if I wanted to. When I climaxed, I felt my muscles clamping down, contacting to force a stream of hot nectar from my sex and into my sister's waiting mouth. This was something I had never done in all the years that my husband had eaten me. 

Natalie drank every drop I had to offer until all that remained was the finest trickle of moisture leaking from my hole. My head was swimming as Natalie said it was my turn. All I could do was nod, my head; and say "of course, it was your turn."

Then I realized what she meant about it being my turn when I found myself on my knees my face inches from my sister wet sex. 

I had never been with a woman and felt awkward as I lowered my face to my sister's sex. I spread her lips and really took a look at my first pussy. I looked at my sister's wet pinkness and realized why some many men compare it to a flower opening to the morning lights. I inhaled her scent and found it was intoxicating fragrance. Nervously I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and taste of the first time the juices of another woman. Natalie was patient, telling me when and where to lick. With each lick I found I liked the taste more and more. The more she moaned the more I want her too. Quickly I understand the wonderful delicious pleasure of devouring a woman's furry pie. No wonder Cal wanted to jam his face into my crotch every chance I let him. 

I eat her out with a crazed fury that made her buck her hips. Unlike her caress that build my heat so slowly till I was on fire. I attacked the places that I knew excited me when Cal was between my legs. The places that made me scream, in hopes of making Natalie scream; I jammed and lapped at those places with an intense fury. And scream my sister did while I dined on her vaginal delights. She climaxed as hard I had. 

As she did, she cried out, "Get ready here it comessss!" 

I thought I was ready but the force and amount of juice that pour freely from her snatch, it was more then I could swallow. It was nothing like swallowing Call's load when I blew him. My face was soaked and her juices rolled down my neck and between my tits, which Natalie was happy to lick off me. After that giggling with each other, we laid there in each other arms letting our hands explore over our naked and sweat bodies. Her fingers found their way between my legs and I mirrored her action. Her finger didn't compare to my husband's cock, I never the less I climax all over them. She then rubbed her gooey fingers across my breasts and made me moan as she licked them clean.

Happily I was able to make her climax as well and when she finished shaking she brought my gooey fingers to her lips and sucked them clean. 

Finally we had dressed, I wished my sister could have stay and we could have savor another hour or two of making each other climax but I knew it was not a good ideal since Cal was do home soon. Sure he had a fantasy of seeing me with another woman, but fantasy was one thing and reality was another, plus I couldn't be sure it how he handle the whole incest thing. Honestly I wasn't sure how I felt about the whole incest nature of my first experience with a woman. 

That night I wore my new skimpy undies and Cal wore me out, fucking me silly. After ward, it didn't hurt the mood when I whispered in his ear about watching Dr Phil and told him want Phil was talking about and how it excited me, in fact it got him going again. As he pounded me from behind he groaned about his fantasy...how he would like to fuck me this way so that every time he shove into me it would push my face into the woman's snatch I would be eating. 

About a week later I called my sister and asked her to come over. At first I was just planning to talk to her but I realized want I wanted wasn't to talk. When Natalie came over and saw me in the skimpy undies from Freddick's, we head to straight my bed. After a couple of hours of play time, I which I experienced my first sixty nine with a woman, I talked to her about helping me make my husband's fantasy come true. But that is another story...


Over the years it was clear that Nikki, my sister and I have had more then the normal brother-sister feeling for each other. But we were too afraid to act on them while we live with our parents. Then I moved away to go to college and while I was away Nikki got married. I finished my four years and return home and as luck would have it, I moved into the same apartment complex that my sister and her husband live in. While I was away, my sister had a child and if it was possible the pregnancy had made her even more beautiful to me, but as I talked to Nikki I found out her husband didn't share the same feelings as I did.

Nikki confided in me about her marriage it hadn't going well since the baby was born. There wasn't the same spark in the bedroom that there had once been. She confessed the only reason she got married was in hopes of burying her feelings for me, her own brother. Feeling as if we were at a cross roads. My sister's husband worked days and I worked nights, so I was always around when he wasn't. I asked, if she wanted to have an affair with me. For the longest time she was quiet than she said, yes. 

With that Nikki stood, and went to check on her baby and after making sure she was asleep, Nikki returned. She turned on some music then began swaying to the beat. She began to strip. It wasn't a bump and grind kind of strip tease. It was more sensual. She slowly slid her skirt down her legs. Then button by button opened her top a simply shrug and her top joined her skirt on the floor. Then she turned her back and I watched her unclasp her bra. My heart was beating faster and my cock was beginning to throb. She remained that way her back to me as she slid her panties downward exposing the sweet full white globes of her ass to me. Then she spun around her entire body especially that beautiful pussy, with her juices leaking from her lips was exposed to my eyes. In all the years I had dirty thought about my sister I had never seen her naked, finally I was and she was more beautiful then I had imagined. 

When she said, "I've always wanted to suck your dick, big brother. So could you please get naked before I lost my nerve?"

I began to undress, but as soon as I unzipped my pants, my sister on her knees freeing my dick from my underwear and had her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. It was actual pretty hard to get the rest of the way naked with my sister tongue licking over and around my cock head. It would have been easier if I popped my cock out of her mouth but as good as my sister's tongue felt was I sure as hell didn't want her to stop. 

Once my clothes had joined hers on the floor I some how managed to get on the floor with my sister on top of me in a sixty nine position without her tongue ever let go of my cock. As soon as her wet snatch was close to my face I inhaled the sweet smell of her arousal and then I drove my tongue up between her lips to taste it. I began lapping and licking at my sister's sweet juices leaking from her sex. My hands squeezed her sweet ass cheeks as I pulled her snatch down on to my face. The whole time I was driving my tongue up her slit, she was licking and sucking on my cock head as if it was a lollipop. 

I have no ideal how long we remained that way it seemed like forever to me. But my tongue got to Nikki. Her juices were leaking from her slit and running over my face, and down my chin. She wasn't sucking me any more. It was more like she simply squeezing my throbbing rod as she moaned and groaned in pleasure. That sound was music to my ears.

She began begging for my cock and how she needed to feel me up inside her. Being a gentleman and unable to refuse a ladies request, I rolled her off me and took up position between my sister's spread legs. I stared at her pussy her lips which were slightly spread as they were swollen with desire exposing her pink hole. As I was about to push my swollen cock into her hole, I suddenly thought about birth control? 

I had to ask and Nikki said, "You didn't have to worry...just jam it home big brother!" 

Hearing that I drove my cock forward and as juicy as her pussy was it was like my cock was a hot knife going though butter. I was buried to the hilt in one thrust. Nikki screamed just like a virgin getting her cherry popped. I found out later that my cock was some what bigger than her husband's in both length and thickness.

I held still so my sister's insides adjust to me. I loved the sweet heat of my sister red hot juicy cunt wrapped around my cock. After a few moments she begged me to fuck her hard and deep. I sure as hell did just like that I was pounding my cock into sister unmercifully. I pumped into her faster and faster, soon she began moaning for me to slow down that her orgasm was coming too fast but I kept my speed up, if possible increased it a little. 

Suddenly her cunt tightened down and I knew that she was climaxing. As she climaxed her cunt gripped down and it felt so good that there was no way I could hold back. I exploded inside my sister spraying her inside with my hot load.

I lay on top of her for several minutes before I grew soft and slipped from my sister. 

"Next...time...make...it...last...a...little...longer..." my sister said between each deep breath. 

At the thought that there would be a next time, my cock began to return to a hard state. When my sister stood to get her panties, I was found myself looking up between her legs at her pink swollen lips and between them a drop of pearly white cum began to leak out. I became so excited I pulled her back down and reentered her cum filled pussy. That fuck session last a lot longer which pleased Nikki to no end. 

I fucked my sister every day for a month before I found that what she meant when she said I didn't have to worry about wearing condoms. Her husband wanted to have another child. He never found out that I was the father of my sister's second child. At first I felt d used then I realized that this was the greatest expression of our love that my sister could give me...having my child. 

Fucking a woman that is carrying your child for some guy is truly a thrill I found it was for me. As her belly grew bigger the more I got excited. There were day I went with out sleep we fucked so much. After the birth I begged her dozen of times to let me knock her up again. But have given her husband the son he wanted and him not being interested in having any more children. We didn't dare chance it but that didn't stop us from remaining lovers. 

Over the next few years, my sister and I had a number of adventures. We fucked in our parent's house, and friend's homes during parties, at parks while her kids were play on the swings and even went to a swinger club for an orgy. Even after I got married, I still made time to visit my sister at least once or twice a month.

I work hard at keeping in shape and enjoy the looks men give me. Few people believe me when I say I closing in on fifty. Last summer decided I wanted to get an all over tan but even with bikini that that let the sun through, I still had some tan lines. Since my back yard has a high privacy fence I felt it was safe to start lay out and soaking up the sun without my bikini. What I didn't know was that my good looking nephew would decided that he would come over for a quick swim in my pool to escape the heat of the summer and catch me. 

I was lay out enjoy the feeling of the sun's hot ray on my nude body when suddenly I felt as if someone was staring at me, and when I looked over, I saw my nephew stand at the screen door staring at me. 

Most women would have thrown a towel over them selves or scream at their nephew to turn around but being something of an exhibitionist and a smart ass I asked, "So enjoying the view?"

And my nephew being something of a smart ass too, answered, "Believe me when I say I love want I seeing!" with that he dropped his hand down to crotch and rubbed his obvious hard cock.

Now as I said, I enjoy the looks I get for men, and I also said, my twenty year old nephew was quite good looking and I said, I was something of a smart ass. 

So instead of covering up I said, "So why don't you closer and get a better view." 

I could easily see that my nephew was hard and fairly well hung and I hadn't had a lover in several months so suddenly I was feeling my juices began to flow. The way my nephew's cock was pressing against his swimming truck, it seemed to me that he didn't seem to care that I was his aunt. I had never once in my life ever thought about my nephew in a sexually way before that moment. I had no ideal were this might head but I was willing to go along for the ride and see. I handed him a bottle of sun screen and told him that I'd appreciate it if he'd make sure I didn't get sunburned. He readily agreed to help me out and asked where he should start. I grinned and said where ever he felt like starting. 

His hands went straight to my breasts. His hand felt so good I decide to return the favor. I reached over to his hard cock and freed it from his swim trucks. I squirt a little lotion in my hand then began stroked my nephew's cock in a slow, sensuous manner as we talked. He seemed content to rub my breasts as I stroked him. I was getting too hot and excited and was going to need more then a little heavy petting to satisfy me. 

I asked my nephew boldly and straight forward would he like to fuck me. He seemed to think about want I was asking longer that most men I know would have, given that I was naked and had my hand wrapped around his cock. I kept my mouth shut because I realized that while his cock was screaming, YES, his brain was trying to wrap itself around the ideal that he would be fucking his mother's sister. Then he said yes, I was relieved as I had just gone out a very thin limb with my suggestion. 

I turned over on my belly and told him to start where ever interested him most. I noticed the way my nephew's head turns when a shapely rear goes by. So I wasn't surprised when he started by nibbling on my buns.

I was glad I was right about my nephew being an ass man. Since I learned long ago the pleasure of anal I was happy to spread my legs further and raised my ass a bit so he could get to it easier. Slowly he worked his tongue along my crack, it made its way to my back door. 

He spread my cheeks and soon was lapping and drilling my anal passage with his tongue as he slid his fingers in and out of my moistening pussy. Once it seemed that he had lubed my anal passage to his liking with his salvia, he plunge two fingers into my ass and wiggled his fingers in my cunt against the ones in my ass ever so slightly. Separated only be the thin wall. It was like someone had set off a pleasure bomb in my belly. I moaned and wiggled with pleasure. 

When I finally stopped my twitching and my nephew withdrew from both my holes, I knew what was coming next. I felt his weight on the back of my legs as he mounted me. His cock was well lubricated by the lotion I had used earlier while I was jerking him. When he laid it between my spread buns I could hardly wait to feel his cock inside me. I whimpered when I felt his hard cock just touched my back door. Then he pushed in slowly and pleasure shot up my spine.

Inch by inch he filled my ass with his hard cock and stretched my back door wider and wider. Soon my nephew was buried to the hilt inside me and he stopped to allow my ass to adjust to his size. It was clear that my nephew had had more then a little experience at doing a woman up her ass. He caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples and the pleasure that shot through me made me tightened my ass around his cock. That got him moaning and thrusting in and out of my ass. He realized to attention he was paying my tits was making me tighten my ass so he rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. My inside almost burst into flames from the attention he was paying my nipples that wonderful sensation shoot up my spine every time my nephew plunged his cock into my ass. Soon one orgasm after another flashed through my body. His thrusting in and out of my ass got faster and faster, and I knew it wouldn't be long till I felt him explode inside me and I couldn't wait to feel that.

Even as I thought it, he let out a loud moan, and thrust deeply into me, and I felt his hot load burst into my ass. We lay there exhausted for a while, and then we got up and went for a swim in my pool. Once we were cooled off and dried off I asked my nephew if he there was any place else he like to cum. The smile on his face told me, yes and we head in to my house and before we were though my sweet nephew had feed all my holes a load of creamy hot cum.

This happened back when I was eighteen and a senior in high school. I had to walk home one afternoon as i had gotten in trouble had had the keys to my car taken away. When i got home I found I had forgotten my key and had to walk around back to get in and i passed my sister's window. My sister, who was one year older than me, had gotten knocked up and she had just had her baby about a month earlier. As I walked by the window I saw her feeding her baby. Her long black that hung down her bare back looked wet like she had just got out of the shower. I guess the baby had cried to be feed right after she had gotten out of the shower because from want I could see she was naked. She held her baby in her lap. The sight of her swollen, bare breasts with erect thick pink nipples jutting out made my cock stiffen in my pants and rooted me to the spot.

The baby finished feeding and she stood put him into his crib next to the bed. My cock jerked at the sight of her perfect heart shaped ass. Then she turned around facing the window. My sister began rubbing her breasts, I could see milk leaking out of each nipples. Edging closer her window, I tried to hide in the shadows, but she saw me. She made no effort to cover up her swollen breasts or her down covered pussy. 

I started to walked away embarrassed but she said, "Come to my room right now or I'll tell our parents you were peeking at me!"

I knew I had to do as my sister said. As soon as I was in her room and the door was shut, she smiled and said, "Suck the milk out of my juggs," and thrust an oozing nipple up to my mouth. 

At first, being freaked out, all I did was just lick the milk leaking from her swollen nipple, but she pulled my face hard against her juggs and said, "Suck it...Damn it!"

When she pulled my face against her soft jugg, milk squirted into my mouth. The taste was strange at first, but it was sweet. Soon I found the best way to suckle her. I opened my mouth wide, surrounding her silky smooth areola with my lips. Then I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth and swallowed. The suction of my swallowing kept a steady stream of milk flowing until her juggs was empty and softer than when I started. 

By the time she offered me her other jugg to suckle I was pretty excited. Nervous but knew I had to try I placed my hand on her bare thigh. When she didn't push it away I brought my hand up and between my sister's thighs. When she didn't push me away, my hand found its way up between her legs to her fuzzy pussy. Excited I gently pushed two fingers up inside of her. Feeling her moist lips separate and her wet hole grip my fingers was incredible. My sister spread her legs a wider giving me better access to her pussy. I ran my thumb up her slit and when she inhaled sharply I knew I had found her clit. I began rubbing my thumb back and forth against her clit. She moaned as I rolled my thumb from side to side and plunged my finger in and out of her. 

I kept up a steady rhythm, sucking...,rolling...,thrusting...,sucking...,rolling...,thrusting. Just before I sucked the last drop of sweet milk from my sister's second jugg, she clamped her soft thighs shut and climaxed all over my hand. 

I had heard about brothers and sisters having sex together and was so excited I had to asked, "Are you going to let me fuck you now?"

My sister giggled, "I can't let you fuck me," she said, as she pushed me away, "But I can take care of this!"

She rubbed her hand over my swollen cock. Kneeling in front of me, she released my cock from its prison. When it flopped in front of her, she began to licking it. Her tongue sent shivers of lust up my spine as she licked my shaft up from my aching balls to the leaking tip. 

After a few minute of hot tongue licking, I tried to thrust my cock forward and into her mouth. As my cock head pressed against her lips, she took the hint and placed her lips on my purple crown. She held my shaft in a tight grip and slowly leaned forward. Her lips separate and slid down my shaft about half way. When I tried to pump my cock into to her mouth she tightened her grip. I got the message she was in control. When she back off till only my cock head was in her mouth, her tongue would flick from side to side and circled my cock head as she stroked my shaft with her fist. Then she would take me about half into her mouth and apply suction to my cock. 

This wasn't my first blow job but it was all too exciting. Quicker then I would have liked I felt the churning in my balls and I moaned I was going to cum and tried to pull away from her. All the girls that had blew me and made it clear they weren't into swallowing and I figure my sister wasn't either.

A muffled, "No, I want it," made me stop trying to pull out of her mouth. Her fist moved faster and faster as her tongue swirled around my cock head. Too quickly, I felt the spasm in my balls as my cum shot up thought my shaft and into my sister mouth. 

Weak-kneed after cumming, I couldn't resist her as she stood up, the corners of her mouth dripping with my cream. Her lush, firm lips touched mine and opened. Her hot cum-covered tongue wrestled with mine as we kissed, sharing my cum. 

She broke the kiss and said, "Same time tomorrow or else," then she pushed me toward the door. I was outside in the hall way before I noticed that my still-hard cock was sticking out of my jeans. I barely had my cock back in my pants before our mother came around the corner. 

Almost every day after school for three months it went the same way. Most of the time it was like our first time me sucking on her tits and fingering her at the same time. But there were days the she didn't need her juggs drain but she still let me fingered her till she got off. No mater want I did she would always suck me until I blew my load in her mouth. Afterwards I'd ask her if we were going to fuck one day and she just giggle at me and throw me out the door. 


Then I came home one day and found out that our parents were making my sister put the baby on formula so she could get a job and over night my fun ended. Then about eight months later our cousin Sara had a baby and one night she called and asked me to come over saying she needed the same relief I had given my sister and just as suddenly as it had ended I was back in business. But I didn't get to fuck Sara either...