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Archive name: bobbymom.txt (F/m, inc)
Authors name: Larry Sanders (ls3400@aol.com)
Story title : Bobby's Mother

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Bobby's Mother
Larry Sanders (ls3400@aol.com)

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"Incest is Best!"

That's the chant that I heard as a taunt as boys when we 
teased about sex. Most of them had only had sex with 
their hands and pillows and whatever else boys jack off 
with. We would sit in a group in some distant place, 
whispering our fears more than our knowledge. Finally 
someone would mention Bobby's sister. She had big tits 
and wore tight skirts and was fifteen. That's when we 
would taunt him with 'Incest is Best'.

Later, each of us would find our secret place; the 
bathroom, bed or closet and jack off thinking about 
Bobby's sister and wishing we were him. We knew just how 
we would fuck her.

We fucked Bobby's sister a million times in our minds. 
We don't know if Bobby fucked her in his mind or for 
real. He always brushed our comments aside but there was 
something about his lack of conviction that made me 
wonder.

Then on hot summer day, I went by Bobby's house to see 
if he wanted to ride bikes down to the river. I knocked 
on the screen door at the kitchen and nothing happened. 
I could hear the roar of the big old box fan that his 
mother sat in the window to pull air in. I knocked 
again. Just the fan.

I turned to leave when I heard the funny sound deep 
inside the old house. I listened and I heard it again. 
It was like a gurgle. All kinds of strange and horrible 
images flashed through my boy's mind. Afraid to go in 
and afraid to leave I knocked again. Nothing. Then the 
gurgling sound.

I eased the screen door open and stepped inside. On the 
forth step into the kitchen, the floor creaked and I 
froze. I could just see some mad killer bursting into 
the room and slashing me to bits. The sound came again 
and this time lasted longer. Visions of heroics flashed 
into my adolescent mind as I envisioned rescuing Bobby 
and his family from the wrath of a psycho killer.

A little braver, I crept into the hall and edged down 
the dark cavern. The roar of the fan was louder. At the 
edge of a door, I hung suspended. The sound was there 
again and I could hear the creak of bedsprings. For what 
seemed like years I edged toward the door. Inch by inch 
I moved my left eye to the edge of the door. I don't 
think I made a noise but inside my mind I heard this 
loud gasp.

On the bed were two naked, sweating people. Bobby's 
mother lay on her back, her large breasts rolling in 
waves with the motion of the bed. The dark nipples were 
pointing toward the ceiling. Her red fingernails 
clutched at the round ass that worked between her skewed 
thighs. Her eyes were clamped shut and she gurgled and 
rasped each time the hips between her thighs slammed 
against her. The body on top of her worked back and 
forth and the bed springs creaked with each thrust.

Here was my first unmasked, naked exposure to passion. I 
was entranced until I looked again. The sounds and 
smells of sex flooded my senses as I watched the hard 
shaft of a cock piston in and out of the drooling cunt. 
The body on the end of that cock was Bobby! He was lost 
in the throes of passion, fucking his mother!

Just then, the woman began to jerk and bounce, lifting 
Bobby totally off the bed. Her mouth gaped open and she 
moaned and gasped. Her fingers clutched at Bobby's 
plunging ass cheeks.

"Give it to Mamma!" she rasped. "Fuck me hard, Baby!"

Between their mouth and body noises and the rattle and 
creak of the old bed, I probably could have screamed and 
they would never have heard it. I didn't I was frozen. 
Wide eyed I stared at the final jerks and thrusts and 
watched them collapse into a wheezing, sweating heap.

The hard-on in my jeans raked across the door facing as 
I finally tore myself away from the scene. Blood was 
pounding in my head and in my dick. I crept back to the 
screen door and slipped out.

A strange mixture of emotions haunted me for several 
days. I was in possession of a secret that was too large 
for my years. I tired to act the same around Bobby but I 
wasn't having much luck. Finally, one afternoon, while 
sitting in the bathroom, the picture of those two 
sweating bodies came back and my dick was instantly 
hard. I remembered the smells and sounds and before I 
could think about it, my hand found my cock and I was 
shooting a load that seemed to last forever. As the last 
few ripples of pleasure coursed through me I remembered 
the violence on the bed as they had done the same.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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