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Archive name: pandora.txt (MF, inc)
Authors name: Oediplex (oediplex@aol.com)
Story title : Pandora's Box Got Me Mom's Box

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Pandora's Box Got Me Mom's Box (MF, inc)
by Oediplex (oediplex@aol.com)

***

Some of my secrets mom knew, some not. She finally 
admits her secret lust that leads to my seduction.

***

{Adult fantasy literature. The author neither 
advocates nor encourages any illegal or harmful 
activities which may damage oneself or another; 
either physically or emotionally or in any other way. 
If you find sexual situations offensive you are free 
to not continue reading this story. This story is 
based on real people, real situations and real 
desires. The characters and plot are fictional, but 
not far from the truth.}

Onward and upward; on you know who, up you know 
where, wish I were there!

***

I walked into my apartment and found my mother crying 
in my living room. Now, mom has a key to my place and 
sometimes she lets herself in to surprise her 
divorced son with a dinner, which I always was 
grateful for; though I would have eaten another sort 
of 'dish' of my mother's if my fantasies ever came 
true.

So I wasn't too surprised by her being there, but I 
was most concerned by her tears. I thought my father 
had upset her. I sat next to her on the arm of the 
easy chair and went to hug her. But before my action 
was completed, mom slapped me, hard. Then burst into 
more weeping, with her hands in her face. I stood and 
put my hand to my face speechless. Mother mumbled 
something. "What?" I asked.

"How dare you! You have no right to have invaded my 
privacy that way! You should be ashamed of yourself! 
What do you have to say for yourself?"

I was now an adult and didn't rise to the mother/son 
conflict of power and judgment; so I calmly said, 
"Mother, I have absolutely no idea what you are 
talking about."

"You HACKED my computer, to looked into my personal 
files. Then you downloaded them to your computer. 
Don't deny it!"

"Mom, I didn't hack your computer. What the hell are 
you talking about?" To maintain my 'not your kid to 
boss around anymore' position I added a laugh the end 
of my reply.

"I went on your computer to check on a recipe for the 
dinner I was going to cook for you, and I found a 
picture that I know you got from my computer. It was 
on a imaging program which you left open and when the 
screen-saver disappeared, there it was, there we 
were, I mean the image looks like... You know the one 
I mean! How could you do that to your own mother?"

Now, things started to be come clear and more 
confused. I knew the picture she was referring to. I 
had masturbated looking at it last night and must 
have forgotten to clear the file, not expecting 
company. But it was not something I had copped off my 
mom's Dell PC, it was a drawing that I had discovered 
by myself, well, with a little help from Joss.

It was of us, that is the lady and kid looked like my 
mom and I, of say ten or so years ago, when I was in 
seventh grade and Mom was a housewife with an 
comfortable life. Indeed I knew the picture well. It 
was by my favorite erotic painter, Pandora's Box. I 
have never seen more realistic illustrations (or 
should I better say il-lust-ration) of sex. But not 
just sex, mother/son sex. Youths and women; mothers 
with moist yearning pussies open to the touching tip 
of their son's horny hard-on. Pandora always made me 
cum.

The picture my mother was in tears about; the one of 
us (almost), on the very verge of my virginity's lost 
and her sanctity violated; was my favorite portrait 
by Pandora's Box, the world's finest incest artist. 
That painting, was the picture that she admitted was 
on her computer. So I knew what she had thought I had 
snitched off her computer files. 

What was confusing was why my mother would have a 
picture of a mom and son, who looked liked us, and 
about to commit incest, who were close to full 
penetration - which was but moments away in the 
drawing. Why would she have that same image?

Unless of course, she had interests the same as I, 
interest in incest, mother/son incest, fucking me??? 
incest. Too good to be true. I decided to try to 
defuse the anger before exploring this revelation to 
a possible new facet of our relationship. "Mom, 
you're not the only one who knows about the beautiful 
il-lust-rations which Pandora's Box produces. I found 
that picture on my own. It is pure coincidence."

Mom looked up from her quiet weeping, anger flared 
anew. "There is nothing pure or coincidental about 
it. You can't deny the stories I found under folder 
name of 'Mother's Lover'. Once I discovered your 
perversion, I used the find-file function. How do you 
explain all the stories by Oediplex? Is he so well 
known? He writes some good stories, God knows he's 
made me cum, but he's rare enough that it can't be 
coincidence. You have every one of his stories as I 
do, even the funny poetry he writes. You had to take 
that from my PC!"

Now I laugh for real, (you know why). "Mom, his 
stories turn you on; make you cum? You have a picture 
of Pandora's that shows us fucking..."

"Not us, close, but not us, we never did anything 
like that. But it is uncanny."

"You read pornography by a guy that obviously is into 
mother/son incest, and admit to having an orgasm 
masturbating while reading it. Are you really 
bothered by the thought I got those files from you, 
which honestly I did not, and I will prove that to 
you; or are you more bothered by something else?"

"Like what," Mom's face trying to a simple sniffle.

"Like now you know my secret. My secret Oedipus 
Complex."

"Oh God! Sweetie, I've known about your fetish for 
years. You didn't think I wouldn't notice all the 
Beeline and Greenleaf books about motherfucking, 
conveniently tucked under your mattress for 
masturbation? I changed your cum stained sheets 
several times a week, after all. That's why it's your 
fault."

Now I was confused again.

Mom explained, seeing my expression. "It's not 
coincidence that I came to enjoy mother/son incest 
stories too. I read the books, well . . . the dirty 
parts you had the pages marked for, and I got turned 
on by your thinking about screwing me. I got turned 
on then also, thinking about me fucking you, and I 
haven't been able to stop fantasizing about it ever 
since. So it's your fault."

She continued, "It's not my finding out that my son 
has the hots for me that got me angry, because I've 
known since way back that the thought of doing your 
mother had energized your libido. Nor that you copied 
private stuff from my computer, though that was not 
nice. But what upsets me the most is that now you 
know my secret, from your sneaky snooping and 
underhanded theft of files. Now you know that your 
old lady is Jocasta to your Oedipus."

"Oediplex."

"Yes! What about him, huh? How do you explain that?!"

"I am Oediplex. Mother, I... AM - Oediplex, I write 
those stories."

"You can't be! He's good! You failed Senior English 
in High School, you can't spell worth a damn. I've 
read Oediplex for years, he's my favorite author 
[note to reader: don't you cringe when authors do 
this?] just as Pandora's Box is my favorite erotic 
artist. The two always make me peak every time. That 
would mean that I..." her voice trailed off. 

She drew out her conclusions in pronounced phrases. 
"That I have been turned-on to incest with my son... 
by reading my son's pornography... and then, I have 
been turned on by my son's own pornography that he 
wrote... I have cum imagining have sex with my son 
while reading his fantasies of having sex with me." 
She tood a deep breath. "So you see that you can't be 
Oediplex. That would be too ironic, like some plot 
twist in one of your stories, I mean his stories."

"I can prove it to you, and I have a surprise for my 
number one fan too!" I knew that my proof would give 
her a thrill. I hoped it would lead to me giving her 
a thrill in a very special way as well. "Here, let me 
show you," I went and sat the computer, which was 
over on the other side of the room, "Look at this." 
Mom rose and came over to look over my shoulder. I 
brought up the rough drafts of three of my major 
stories. Then I showed her the Hotmail email 
responses which had sent in (praise mostly, some 
complained about my grammar and punctuation, mother 
was right).

"O God! My son is Oediplex!" she looked a little 
shaky so I got up and drew mom over onto the desk 
chair. When she as seated, I turned her back to the 
monitor. 

"And now for your surprise!" I clicked on the link to 
my website and went to the pictures section. There my 
collaborative story, il-lust-rated by scores of 
Pandora's Box drawings and paintings was on view to 
be read. I clicked on the title page: 'Slipping Into 
My Sleeping Mom' by Oediplex, il-lust-rated by 
Pandora's Box, layout by Joss; the words and art had 
the desired and expected effect on mom. She sat 
perfectly still, like she did every time something 
stunned her.

"You... you know Pandora? Your working with Pandora's 
Box? You and Pandora wrote a story together? Shit! Is 
that a hot ticket. That's a ticket I gotta ride. I 
can wait to read this when I get home!"

"Why wait? Read it now and tell me what you think, 
mom."

"No, silly, I want to read it in private so I can... 
enjoy... it... thoroughly. You know what I mean." She 
actually blushed.

"So you can masturbate, I understand. But mom, think 
how much more you would 'enjoy' the story if I, your 
own son, played with you as you became aroused, and 
who better to masturbate you to an orgasm as you read 
a story by both your favorite erotic author and 
favorite erotic artist, about the subject of 
mother/son incest? Who better to get you off than the 
author himself? Why not have some fun right here, 
right now, with me?"

"God! No! Sweetie, I'd be much too embarrassed!"

"Well, I would never want you to do something you 
didn't want to do. But how about just looking at the 
first few pages and telling me what you think." 
{'Tell me if it makes you hot mom', I thought to 
myself.} "We put a lot of work into the project."

"Okay, baby, that's fine, you can show me the first 
pages." I clicked the mouse. As she started to read I 
put my hands on her shoulders and started to rub 
slowly. Mom had one hand on the mouse and her left 
reached up and patted my hand. She flipped through 
the first to pages, then slowed as she got into the 
action. My hands slipped down her front and my 
fingers encompassed her breasts tenderly with a light 
stroking.

Mom made no objection to this and I could feel her 
nipples harden beneath the blouse and bra. I took the 
next step and began to unbutton her shirt. Her bosom 
heaved with a deep sigh as the parting of the 
material exposed mom's lovely mammillae. I gave a 
cursory caress to her pillows through the white 
harness that contained them, then undid the front 
hook to release them. The pale pink skin was capped 
with strawberry nipples that pointed slightly upwards 
in their erect state.

Mother's eyes were locked onto the pictures and words 
before her as she went from page to page, the words 
giving the feelings and emotions which the il-lust-
rations depicted. She had to stop when I began to 
remove both upper garments from her, leaving her bare 
to the waist. She gazed into my eyes for a moment, 
then her lids closed and her head dropped back as she 
saw I was about to kiss her ruddy ripe points. I gave 
each a little suck and kiss to sensitize them even 
more.

She turned back to the naughty scene shining out of 
the screen. I knelt at her side and began to rub her 
legs, pushing her skirt high on her thighs. The pages 
progressed, as did my seduction, my hands went higher 
and rubbed her thighs, her legs opened another ten 
degrees. I felt her crotch through the thin cotton 
panties and confirmed she was seeping. I waited until 
she reached the part where the mother is discovered 
sleeping.

I undid the snap and zipper at the side of her skirt. 
She knew what I wanted and stood briefly as I exposed 
her beautiful derriere and curly brown pussy. She 
returned to the seat and began to read again as I 
removed her shoes and the clothes puddled at her 
feet. She made her legs at a right angle and 
scrunched forward giving me better access to her 
pleasure center. My playground was open.

My fingers rode the slide of her slick gash and 
dribbled her rosy nub. I explored the opening of the 
tunnel of love, it was awash in juice. Now she was 
where the youth in the story entered his mother's hot 
hole. I gave the desk chair a slight turn so that I 
had an angle of attack at her crotch. Mr. Milf Muff 
Diver, I, as I put my tongue in her twat to taste my 
mother's elixir. My lips nibbled the labia, my oral 
digit sought her entrance, my nose Eskimo'd her clit; 
baby needed a bib!

The furious assault with my mouth on mother's muff 
made it happen. She orgasmed at the perfect point of 
cumming with the characters in the il-lust-rated 
story. The desk chair got soaked, as her nectar 
spilled out. Mom's head was thrown all the way back 
and her beautiful breasts heaved in ragged gasps and 
her limbs went rigid as the ecstasy hit. Her thighs 
clamped on my ears, the hips thrusting, seeking to be 
filled. She shuddered, then let out a long moan. 

With perspiration still on her face, I lead mom back 
to the easy chair in the corner. I sat her down and 
then stripped myself. I paused for a moment to let 
mother take in her grown son's naked body, including 
the handsome package between my legs. She smiled and 
lifted her arms in a gesture asking for a hug. I 
knelt down and pressed my chest into the soft, 
velvety skin of her lush breasts. We did tongue 
dancing for several minutes. 

Then mother leaned back and held my shoulders to look 
at me with an amused smile. " I just put two and two 
together and realized something!" she exclaimed. I 
used two fingers to slide into her pussy as we 
talked, I was on my knees between her parted thighs. 
Mom reached behind her and gave me a throw-pillow to 
spare my joints. "I know you remember when you used 
to try to catch me and your father making love. When 
you would sneak downstairs and peek at us in the 
family rec-room, while we did it." 

"You dad was kneeling then too, just like you are 
now. Just like Billy did in your story about when the 
parents taught their son about sex. I read that story 
a dozen times and cum every time! But Darling, 
exciting as this has been, and as hot and horny as we 
both are, and as much as a mother/son screwing is a 
turn on for both of us; we still can't have sex. It 
would be wrong, no matter how much we both want to 
consummate our lust. We can't open that can of worms, 
Honey, we just can't.

The look on my face would have been a classic photo 
of a forlorn, dejected and disappointed man. But then 
I decided to not let the moment pass, this was too 
good an opportunity to have and let slip by, an 
opening which I might not get again in so favorable 
circumstances. I sawed the two fingers in and out. My 
head bent and instead of an argument of words to her 
refusal, I suckled her nipples.

"No! Oediplex, don't seduce me, I'm too vulnerable!" 
My mom had called me by my incest name. My mother had 
said she was vulnerable. My female parent had told me 
that she had the hots for me and she was sitting in 
front of me without a stitch. Her words said one 
thing but her signs pointed toward a different 
conclusion. She needed to be seduced to reduce the 
last of vestiges of moral hang-up. I was more than 
willing and 'up' for the job.

"Please mom! I didn't cum yet... can't I just put it 
in once... you'll like it - you know you would."

"Yes I would. But no son, that would be going to far. 
We're already are on dangerous ground. You wouldn't 
be able to control yourself."

"I would, please let me, I have wanted you for so 
long, 'long and hard' I have wanted you, mom. You 
have wanted me too, just this once, this one time, 
just one time in you to see, to remember all my life. 
I want to know what is like to have my cock enveloped 
by your sweet pussy. Please!"

"Maybe you would have the strength, the control, to 
only put it in once, but I don't think that I could 
stop you if you got that far, so going that far is 
out of the question." My fingers were still ravishing 
in and out of mother's slick snatch. I was silent. 
"Honey, why don't I suck you off?" said mom, trying 
to avoid the ultimate intimate act.

Well that was better than nothing and a step in the 
right direction. I stood up and leaned toward her. 
"Okay ma, slurp on my love tool that is so hot for 
you." Mom bent forward and began to work on my cock. 
She slid her luscious lips over the crown and her 
tongue flicked on the skin ridge on it's underside. I 
knew something though that my mother was unaware of, 
that it takes me a very long time to cum by mouth. 
This would work to my advantage.

After a while of her finest administrations to my 
member, my mother looked up. "Sweetheart, are you 
close?" I imagined her jaw was getting sore.

"That's all right mom, I guess I won't get off with 
you after all." I sounded as sorry and tragic and 
heart broken as I could. I even managed a tear. I am 
a ham actor, I admit.

"O! God! Baby, don't cry!" On cue, I burst into real 
tears, went to my knees and hugged her. "Sweetie, my 
poor Oediplex, how can I help?"

"Maybuh... be, I c-could just put it on your tummy 
and rub? I might get off that way..."

"Okay, but only on the outside, no penetration, 
promise?"

I nodded. Progress! I positioned us so mom's hips 
were hanging almost of the edge of the big chair and 
I was flat on her, nipples matched to nipples; with 
my dick pointed at her belly-button and my balls 
tickled by her pubic hair. I hunched, she gave little 
humps, and slowly the position transitioned lower and 
lower, until the tip of my of my penis was brushing 
aside the bush and buzzing her clitoris with each 
stroke. She lay there like she was in a trance, 
breathing hard and making little whines and whimpers.

I whispered, "Just the tip in, please mom, just the 
tip, that will make me cum. Please, just the tip, 
please mommy, your boy needs his mommy's warm love 
surrounding me. Help me cum momma, let me put the 
head of my cock in, pleease!"

"Okay, but only the tip, like in our picture by 
Pandora, just the tip to make you cum, but just this 
once, and no more than that."

With the green light I proceeded, still unsure I 
could complete the seduction. The plum bulb of my 
dick nudged the glossy lips open, and nestled in the 
radiant heat that felt like heaven. I was now an inch 
into paradise. I let it rest there for a moment, then 
began to slowly and slightly withdraw, but before it 
actually was out of contactor lost it's aim I thrust 
it gently in again and repeated; then once more. The 
forth stroke pushed the rim of the head so as to be 
fully seated in mom's pussy.

Mother's cunt seemed to get even hotter and wetter. 
She was shaking her head and murmuring "No, nooo, 
oohh nooo, Oediplex don't fuck your mother!" Her hips 
lifted a touch, the legs spread a bit, her breathing 
was increasingly deep and rapid. I knew we 
approaching a momentous and critical point in our 
relationship, which had taken an unexpected erotic 
twist. I paid attention to her physical signals and 
none to her plaint and with the next press of prick 
was a tad deeper; then, without pulling back, another 
half inch was advanced.

Mom's eyes popped wide open and she tensed. She 
looked me with an expression of both dread and lust. 
Her mouth open as if to speak, but no sounds came 
out. I looked down at our connected bodies, her gaze 
followed to our united genitals. 

The seconds stretched. We both knew what was going to 
happen. Then I heard my mother's voice say words an 
hour ago I could never imagined her saying, save in 
my stories that is. "Oediplex," she called me, "say 
the words, tell me the description, speak the 
narrative. Tell me about doing your mommy, while you 
do it to me." Green lights all the way down the 
avenue to home!

I spoke of making love to my mom like I was writing 
one of my stories. "My mother has her legs spread for 
me. However, she is unsure we should be this 
intimate. Her pussy is wet with ardor, her motherly 
instincts have been over shadowed by the hot lust she 
has denied for so long. Mom has let me put the tip of 
my dick in her vagina, yet she hesitates to complete 
the union with the last vestige of conscience and 
morality holding her back from depravity. But is it 
too late to stop her son and herself from committing 
the incest they both have lusted for?"

"Yes!" said mom.

"Yes... to which?" I asked, "do you mean I got your 
feelings right, or it's too late to stop?"

"Both!" as her reply.

As I spoke I suited my actions to the words. "Yes, it 
has gone too far between them, too far gone with 
passion, too far into her cunt to turn back, they 
can't help themselves. I'm going to put into you mom. 
I'm withdrawing just to the very lightest of touches 
at your sweet cuddle-hole. Now in, slowly - so - 
slowly . . . a fraction of an inch at a time. It 
feels like every square millimeter of my penis is 
super-sensitive as it slides down the gripping 
channel of your vagina."

"You feel filled and fulfilled by your son's thick 
long dick in your canal. The returning of his 
physical self reconnecting to where he came from, 
inside you; there to repeat the poppa act of 
inseminating momma. This approaching of your son's 
impending orgasm and flooding you with his sperm is 
what really turns you on. It is naughty and nasty and 
not-natural, but oh so steamy and sexy and exciting. 
You know that his splurge will send you over the edge 
too." Mom was nodding her affirmation.

"I'm half in you now, involuntarily my slide hastens, 
and now I am almost all in." I was and we both moaned 
in unison as my cock was swallowed by her cunt. "Now 
I am all the way in you. My balls are snuggled up 
against your bottom. Our pubic hairs are crushed 
together, the crinkly hair a kinky tactile sensation 
in itself. The knob of my pole is plugged hard into 
your deepest spot mom, can you feel it bumping 
against the mouth of your womb? That is where I am 
going to squirt my baby-making juice into you!"

"Oh, yes, Baby, fuck me, fuck your mommy, Oediplex, 
and cum in momma's cunt! Do it to me, Sweety, make me 
climax too! I've waited so long to have you back 
within me, now my dream has been realized, my fantasy 
come true! O God I love it! Fuck me, screw me, do me, 
love me, love me Honey; make love to your hot, horny 
mom!" She was totally gone, and I followed right 
along as I began the long slow strokes from head to 
root of my boner.

I continued to tell my mother about the dirty things 
we were doing. "Yes I'm fucking my mommy! Hard and 
fast, rubbing your clit with my thumb, touching the 
G-spot as I penetrate, poking at your uterus with the 
knob of my wicked wand. My nuts are close to pouring 
your chalice to overflowing with the spume of my 
love. I can't hold out much longer, the banging of my 
balls on your soft buns is making them ready to 
release a torrent of cum in you mommy!"

Then I stopped talking all together as the peak hit 
me and triggered hers. I could feel my hairy orbs 
jumping in time to the clenching of my asshole, as 
the swelling and pulsing and throbbing, almost to the 
point of pain, of my penis pumping in my mother's 
vagina continued. I could feel her treasure box 
vibrating with the contractions of mom's special 
place, the home of all homes, the sacred spot of 
sanctuary away from the world's problems and cold 
cruelty. And I had been invited into that holy hole 
of my sainted/sinner parent beneath me.

What was the best cum you ever had? How great did it 
feel? Do I need to heap superlatives about the mutual 
orgasm my mom and I had? Okay, it was rockets and 
dynamite, volcanoes and earthquakes, shooting comets 
and supernovas. We bucked as we finished our fuck, 
then with the stretched moment of socking it to her 
solid. Next the rapid fire raw ramming, plus I added 
the swiveling motion to make my hard-on hit every 
spot. 

The wild dance of hips was echoed in the ballet of 
tongues and lips. We were in lust and love, living 
our fantasy out. Finally, the flow of fluids gushed 
on my balls as my dick started to soften. What a 
rush!

"Well, Oediplex? Was it as good as in your stories? 
Did reality live up to fantasy? You certainly lived 
UP to your name and reputation in fact and action!" 
Mother continued to hold me in our hug of love.

"Like it?, boy did I ever Mom! Oh wow! was that 
spectacular!"

"And did you like the fact that I was reluctant and 
resistive, did I play my part well?"

"That was acting?"

"Sure, Babe, I read your stories, I know what turns 
you on. So I decided that I would make your fantasy 
as close to perfect as possible. Since you knew that 
I have been hot for you for nearly as long as you've 
had a yen for me, I was hard press not to be totally 
round-healed. My fantasy came true when I felt your 
cum in my cunt."

She continued, "You can thank Pandora's Box for 
getting to finally fuck your mother. If we both 
hadn't like that same picture of his, with the mother 
and son who look like us, I might never have spilled 
to you my own Jocastic desires. But now we have gone 
all the way, there's no going back. You won't have to 
wait so long, Honey, until we are once more making 
love, because I know we won't be able to resist the 
temptation to trespass the incest taboo again."

"That's so true!" I said prodding her tummy with my 
res-erection. But first do you know what the 
translation of Oedipus means from the Greek?"

"What?"

"Ate her puss..."

She laughed, and then giggled as my lips nibbled down 
her tummy then up her thighs, then she sighed as my 
mouth made contact with her genitals, she groaned as 
my tongue touch her pink pearl of femininity, she 
gasp as it tunneled into her love haven. What 
followed...

Well, what followed is part two, but that's another 
story; one maybe mom will help write. Oediplex and 
Jocastrix! 8==3~

~~~~~

PS Email me for where to find a copy of the picture 
from Pandora's Box that resembles my mother and I, 
and also other works of his and mine and our 
collaborative il-lust-rated story.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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