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Authors name: Anonymous Author (PIXNIX)
Story title : A Model Son
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A Model Son (Fm, inc, 1st)
by Anonymous Author (PIXNIX)
It's strange how an incestuous relationship, like one
between a mother and a son, could get started. Mine
happened, not because I jumped in bed with my son,
but it progressed, all at once, from a quite innocent
thought to a full-blown realization. It started when
my son, Jimmy, decided that he needed a hobby.
Jimmy had always been interested in all kinds of
artistic things. One day, he decided that he would
become an artist, and he went out and bought all
kinds of supplies, like drawing pencils, pads of art
paper, and even an easel.
He followed me around all day, pad in hand, drawing
me washing the dishes, knitting, ironing, and even
vacuuming the floor. He drew rapidly, and he was
actually pretty good at it. He had taken a few art
classes in school, and used to sketch people in the
park once in a while.
Toward late afternoon, I took a shower, and wouldn't
have been surprised to find him sitting on the toilet
as I got out, drawing me as I dried off. The idea
kind of aroused me on some level, and I started to
play with myself a little bit, thinking about him
drawing me naked. Of course, he wasn't sitting on the
toilet as I got out of the shower. I actually felt a
little disappointed! I had been widowed for five
years, and hadn't even had a date in all that time.
Jimmy's father had been quite a stud, and I often
fantasized about sexual things.
I dried and put on a robe, and went into the kitchen
to make us both a glass of tea. He sat there at the
table, finishing his drawing. I wondered what he was
drawing, and I noticed that he covered the page with
his hand as I passed by. As I put his glass of tea on
the table, he covered his drawing with another pad.
"Well, you mean I can't see, Jimmy?" I asked.
He shook his head. I could see his face turning red.
"Not this one," he said, his voice choked a little,
sounding thick and distant.
"Why not? You let me see all the others."
"It's not for you to see."
I reached down and pulled his hand away, then moved
the pad out of the way. The picture was of me, all
right, but I was nude. He had drawn me standing,
fixing tea, at the stove, totally naked. I liked it.
"I don't quite look like that, Jimmy," I said with a
laugh. "I think my breasts sag a little more than
that."
His eyes widened, and his gaze went to the contours
of my tits beneath my robe.
He shook his head and said, "I don't think so."
I backed about a foot away from him. Looking into his
earnest, pleading eyes, I reached down and undid my
robe. I spread the robe outward, standing there,
looking like and feeling like a flasher. I giggled,
and pulled the robe all the way off. I stood there
naked, letting my son see every inch of my naked
body.
His mouth fell open, and his tongue darted out and
licked his lips. His hands didn't move; he didn't
pick up the pencil to draw. He stood and came closer
to me, so close in fact that I could feel his hot
breath on my nipples. That turned me on more than
anything else ever had. The feeling of his breath on
my nipples could have made me orgasm, right then and
there, if he had kept it up.
He backed away and picked up his pencil, glancing at
my pussy. He sat back down squirming in his seat a
little. I could see the bulge growing in his crotch,
and I knew that he was getting a hard on.
He began drawing me again, his hands visibly shaking.
He tried to sketch in my nipples, but he simply kept
erasing. His hands shook, and his breathing was in
breathless, little, red-faced gasps.
He tried to act professional as I stood in the same
pose, but it didn't do his much good. He gave up and
just looked at me. He stood before me again. This
time, his lips brushed my nipple gently, moving
sideways across it. The sensation of his lips against
my nipple sent thrills of passion through me,
feelings I hadn't had in a long time. I knew that I
should stop this but I wanted him to touch me, I
needed him to.
He moved his mouth away from that nipple and ran his
tongue around the areola, then traveled between my
tits, over to the next one. He wrapped his lips
around that nipple, moving his tongue across it.
He sucked it into his mouth, and the more he sucked
on it, the more erect it became. I could feel his
hand on my other tit as I closed my eyes. He moved
his hand down my stomach to my pussy, and his hand
was shaking as he moved his fingers across my virtual
forest of hair. His touch was gentle, exploratory,
almost fearful.
I moaned lightly in his ear, and he backed up. "Do
you like that, Mom?"
I nodded.
I pulled him by the hand a led him to my bedroom. I
helped him off with his clothes. When I pulled his
shorts down, his strong young dick sprang straight up
into the air and hit his belly making a slapping
sound, then settled down to a slightly different
angle, curving toward his navel, and slightly to the
right.
I bent and kissed his nipples, then got on my knees
in front of him. I wanted
to taste his cock, to feel his hot, hard dick in my
mouth for a few minutes. I
didn't know if this would frighten him but I had to
do it. I licked it at the base and ran my tongue up
to the tip of his smooth manly cock. I moved my
tongue across the tip, swirling it around and around
the head of it. I could feel his body trembling as I
took him in my mouth, all the way in, as far as I
could suck it.
Then I pulled away and lay down on the bed. I spread
my legs, and looked at him standing there, his dick
throbbing.
"Fuck me, Jimmy," I said.
He climbed on the bed beside me, turning to kiss me
on the mouth. His hands reached out and pinched my
nipples. We lay there together, and his mouth left
mine, traveling down to my tits, where he took a
nipple between his lips and ran his tongue around and
around on it. His hand was on my wet pussy, and he
gently inserted one finger into me.
Then he rolled over on me, and I could feel the hot
head of his young prick poking into me. I opened my
legs wide, and suddenly, he thrust deep into me. He
thrust faster and faster, then slowed down. I was
moaning, nearly lost in the ecstasy of the moment. It
had been so long since I'd had a dick inside me.
I could feel his hot, hard dick deep inside me, and
his balls smashed against my pussy lips as he moved
in and out of me. He grunted, and I came as I felt
his cock expand and shoot hot liquid into my pussy.
We writhed together, then lay there quietly for a few
minutes, his hard cock still buried deep inside me.
Finally, he pulled out of me and lay beside me on the
bed again.
I didn't want to stop there. "Maybe I should draw
you," I said.
"Do you know how to draw?" he asked.
"That's how I met your father, Jimmy. He was a
model."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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