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Authors name: Oediplex (oediplex@hotmail.com)
Story title : Perfect Air & Perfect Heir
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Perfect Air & Perfect Heir (Fm, ped, inc)
by Oediplex (oediplex@hotmail.com)
for JD & DD
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She believed in things being natural, as it was in
nature; but, was what they did at their secret beach a
natural sort of activity between a mother and her son?
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{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.}
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This is an short work of mine and I am posting it to
suggest you read my many longer works, which I deem more
sophisticated and much hotter, such as: "ALL ABOUT THE
BIRDS & BEES & BILLY" and the popularly acclaimed
"PANDORA'S BOX GOT ME MOM'S BOX"
This story is inspired from a photo that has been out on
the Web for some time. If you have not seen it please
write me at oediplex@hotmail.com. If you are looking for
resources in this genre, after thirty-five years I know
all of the naughtiest and nastiest!
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PERFECT AIR & PERFECT HEIR
A NATURALIST MOTHER AND HER NAKED SON
She believed in things being natural, as it was in
nature; but, was what they did at their secret beach a
natural sort of activity between a mother and her son?
It was one of those days where the air was perfect. It
was the right temperature, the right humidity, a slight
breeze, perfect. You know how that feels, when the
atmosphere is just exactly at it's most comfortable. It
is a sensation that makes you want to be nude, shed your
clothing and have the air touch every square millimeter
of your skin. The senses are alive with a heightened
sensuality from experiencing that light touch of air on
your whole body, your very pores seem to drink in oxygen
and energy.
That must be the way we came out of the trees, but now
we are the "naked ape" to use Desmond Morris' phrase.
And so much the better! To have the contact of air to
bare hide, with nothing to hide our exposed epidermis,
neither fur nor fabric to hamper our frolic, to stifle
our freedom of being uncovered to the elements. That day
the air was perfect, sun bright, water cool, stones warm
and smooth, the sand soft and fine like sugar.
In their 'secret beach' Jenny, and Joey her son, took
advantage of the day to be natural. It was a hidden cove
that Jenny had come to for many years, though not since
her husband had been killed in Korea. Now the young
widow returned for the first time, at last thinking she
could handle the emotions of the memories the shore
held. Here they had first made love, her first time too.
Here between sheltering rocks they had conceived Joey.
Here they had said good-bye before he was shipped off to
die, a day of intense passion and racking grief at
parting.
Yet Jennifer Dalton thought she could handle it. She had
a smile on her face and she knew what a perfect day it
was for being a naturalist, an interest her spouse had
introduced to her and which she joyously embarrassed.
They could not afford an expensive camp on Army pay, but
they could borrow a jeep. And one day exploring they had
found this hide-away tiny bay, accessible only by an
all-terrain vehicle. Where did one get one of those in
those days, but from the service? The jeep-ers were able
to hide from the peepers in private at this their secret
beach.
No trash nor evidence ever indicated that others had
ever been there. At the end of the millennium the spot
was over run, but mid-twentieth century it was isolated
and as devoid of humans as any place had been since
creation. Here they were Adam and Eve, not in a garden
of innocence, but at the shore of knowledge, carnal and
otherwise. He had given her an Anhk, the Egyptian cross
of eternal life and promised to return. He didn't mean
to break his promise, she forgave him, still she grieved
for a more than a year.
Her heart finally could no longer bear the burden of his
death and so she had looked to the renewal of life,
hers; and his - for in her son she saw the perfect heir.
Joey was the splitting image of her husband, David.
Jenny could not help but bear up to the responsibility
of raising a carbon copy of the man she had loved so
totally. This new man, a growing son, was her new
purpose, her resurrection of her beloved and the thing
that gave life a vigor and vitality that burst from her
like the dawn's rosy rays.
So she had brought Joey here. Not that he had never been
before, but now as an adult, to be united with the
naturalist tradition of his father. He would be taught
by his mother that it was not just fun to go naked, like
running around the bedroom as he had done as a child,
waiting for the bath to fill at home; but that it was
special to be in the open on a warm, soft, perfect day,
outside and nude. Jenny could bear that responsibility
to educate her son about being bare. To convey to Joey
the raw truth of the matter, that we are born without
clothes, that it was natural to be undressed.
Joey loved to come to their secret beach. Kid at heart
he relished the rumbling ride across the rough region
between road and rocky seaside. There the water was
cool, but not cold, the sun heating the shallows to make
the temperature of the inlet comfortable much of the
time during the summer. The waves were wonderful, but
the topology prevented unexpected undertows and
discouraged dangerous wild life. The spot was a paradise
as his parents had proved.
When he was last here, some time before his dad had
died, the whole family had skinny-dipped. Then he
thought it was because they had forgotten their suits.
Innocent back then but more knowledgeable now, today he
understood from his mom on the way in, that this was a
philosophy of living, a way of life - at least when in
private and when here, at their secret beach. Jenny had
instructed him that they would leave their clothes at
the jeep. She had bought the vehicle after the war for
practical - as well as sentimental reasons.
Joey was eager to be risqu‚, to prance on the stones
like a monkey, devoid of civilization; to romp with his
rump bare-assed and flounce his cocky dick in the salty
sea air. Oh yes he knew this was a special moment, the
first they had been back in a long while, the first he
and his mom had exposed themselves to each other, not
even at home, since his sire had died under fire. He
understood it was a rite of passage, even if the term
was not consciously thought about, he comprehended that
today he would become a 'naturalist'.
AND SEE HIS MOM NAKED! Jenny might think he was mature
enough to distinguish nudity from sexuality, but he was
a youth with hot hormones and curious about the female
form, reproductively and the fun of playing with the
opposite sex and having sex. He would do his best to act
grown-up, but the thing most grown was the pointed prow
of his peter. He took every chance to steal a glance at
his mother's body, not wanting to be too obvious about
it. She was beautiful, not like a movie star, with a
large bust, but like a pretty college girl more his own
age than 'old enough to be his mom'.
Jenny was, in our modern parlance, comfortable in her
skin. And comfortable to be only in her skin, even in
front of her son. She didn't mind him looking at her,
the youngster had to learn about females sometime. Nor
did she mind looking at the image of what her hubby must
have appeared to be like as a teen. His erection didn't
bother her, it was a natural thing from in being out in
the open, with the draught across his fluff-covered
balls and cute tush. He was only being male, after all.
Jenny liked males, and she loved the memory of her
husband, her lover reincarnate in their son.
It was okay with her that her breasts were smaller than
the voluptuous cover-girls. David had taught her not
only NOT to be self-conscious about her physical self -
but to be aware that her physical attributes WERE just
as attractive as any other gal. She knew that her
nipples had just as many nerve endings as the big busted
bathing beauties in the magazines. She had a flat tummy
many women her age would give a tiara for, and it was
crowned with a magnificent bush she trimmed to keep from
being too tangled. Her navel was a setting for a jewel
and her hips the slender girlish figure so many ladies
lost with middle age.
She wore the looped cross of eternal youth, the Anhk,
ancient pagan symbol of everlasting life, draped from
her neck so that it hung directly over her heart, as a
reminder of her connection with the male virility that
made this place special in her life. It stood too, in
her mind for the female fecundity that gave birth to the
offspring of Jenny and David's union, the youth with
prick now proudly piking toward the blue sky. It was all
natural, the way it was when humans were first coming to
understand their place in nature and how the world was
also changed by the forces of creation and life.
Pregnant Venus figures appeared as early art and were
venerated as the mother-earth goddess back then, nude
statues of fertility.
Jenny felt a connection with that primitive sense of
being one with the natural world when she was naked - no
- nude. As she had explained to Joey on the way to the
seascape of serene privacy and secluded sensuality,
being nude was being natural, unclothed and innocent.
Nakedness was naughty, Adam and Eve had realized they
were naked after having tasted the apple. Before they
were simply nude like the animals, but when lust came
into the world and sin entered peoples' hearts, then
divesting of modesty was associated with animal behavior
- indiscriminate appetites for all things lascivious and
licentious.
Joey had the hots for his mom, and almost any nice
looking gal for that matter, but especially for his
mother because she was so lonely since his father had
left. Now they were here once more at their secret
beach, alone, nude - well she was, but he was naked -
and he knew the difference. He was unsure how he could
take away the pain, but if it was to be in a physical
sense, there would be no better time than this day to do
it. No wonder he had a stiffy, and his mother made no
pretense of not seeing it, in fact she gazed at it
longingly, like if she was looking at an old photo of
his father.
"Joey", his mother broke the silence, "It's okay if you
want to look at mommy's body, I don't mind. And I will
observe yours too. You look so much like the photos of
your father when he was your age. Handsome and masculine
and with his sweet smile." Jenny sighed.
"Gosh! mom you're so pretty, I can't help it, it's
really all right?"
"Yes, darling go ahead, look all you want, this is your
chance to see that there is nothing wrong with being
without clothes; that the human body is beautiful. A
wonderful creation, special and unique among the animals
on earth, because we alone know we have the choice to be
covered or not. It is our brains, not our bodies, that
lift us above the beasts."
"And it's okay with you that I have a hard-on?"
"An erection, yes, that is a perfectly natural
phenomenon, for young males to sport their potency. But
let's go for a swim, that will cool us down and shrink
that nice looking lance." But somewhere in the back of
her mind, she sort of wanted his manhood to continue
being displayed in rigid arousal. But she did not want
Joey to feel at all embarrassed about his butt being
buck-naked, nor cocky of his endowment, nearly as large
as his father's had been.
She tried to put aside her thinking about his member -
arousal, cock, rigid, spurt; goodness she thought to
herself, that was getting far too sexual. But then she
realized that she was only human too, and had buried her
sexual needs since the crushing news of David's demise.
Even if it was her own son, a naked - no, nude - male,
handsome and well hung, had to have an effect on her,
naturally!
Joey took her hand, interrupting her musings and pulled
her to the water. The sea was a perfect contrast to the
heat of the late afternoon sun as they bathed and
splashed and played, skipping stones and dipping into
the deeper part where a pool beside a low flat rock made
for a natural spot to plunge into the wetness. Even in
the ocean, Joey's flagpole did not become entirely
flaccid. Contrarily, her nipples hardened and pouted
with the dripping of the chilled water off them.
Eventually, they had their fill of aquatic amusement and
stepped ashore to dry off. Joey took his towel and with
a gallant air began drying her back, starting with
Jenny's shoulders and moving down her back to her
backside where he brazenly patted her buns. She smiled
at his little examination of her posterior. Mother
turned to son and as his eyes zeroed in on her aureoles,
she used the towel she had been drying her hair with and
flipped it completely over his head, effectively
blinding his sight of her charms, and tousled his hair
to get the excess dampness out.
Joey giggled at the sensation like he had as a tike, and
pushed the terrycloth in his hands forward to try to
sponge the droplets from her front. This was poorly
managed as he was sightless, his head being covered, yet
with the fumbling he still managed to mash her chest
with his palms, the fabric the only barrier between her
bosom and his fingers. They firmed again with his
bungled bumping. She slipped the towel from his head to
his torso to protect against his clumsy attempt to cop a
feel of her tits.
As she stroked the cloth downwards she encountered his
cock and dangling nuts, her light brush renewed the
boner to what seemed like it's natural position when
exposed. Jenny smiled at the sneaky touching both had
delighted at. But now as evening began to approach, with
the sun low, the wind picked up and the evaporation made
their skin tighten with goose-bumps. "Let's watch the
sunset from our blanket before we have to go," She
suggested to her son.
They walked hand in hand to the sheltering cliff where
sand had collected to make a smooth pliant flat section.
The higher rocks acted as windbreaks, but their view of
the horizon was open and the sky was beginning to take
on a ruddy hue. They sat side by side, silent for a
moment. Jenny remembered this very spot. She had gained
a spouse, lost her virginity, conceived a baby, lost her
husband exactly there; where now she and that son, the
perfect heir of his father's physique, sat. She lay back
as the memories and emotions washed over her in waves of
love and lust. The surge of feelings were like being
drowned in the pain of loss and the sight of her boy
next to her was like the air her heart was gasping for.
Joey stretched out next to his mom, quiet, understanding
that her mood was reflecting the many associations she
had for their location. Jenny realized that her son was
looking at her with concern. "Don't worry Honey,' she
reassured, "I'm okay. Do you want to know a secret?"
Joey naturally did. "This is where your daddy and I made
you, we started the baby that became you, right here on
this very site, I remember those rocks looking down on
us as we made love and made you!"
"Gosh! mom! You guys screwed right here?" It was not
quite the direction Jenny meant the conversation to go
but she affirmed the fact, nodding her head. "How many
times did you do it?" Joey was wide eyed and eager to
hear as much as his mother would share.
"It only took... well, it just takes once to become
pregnant, But I think we made three efforts that day,
once in the morning and just before our afternoon nap,
but I'm sure that the third time - right at sunset - was
when I got pregnant with you ."
"No, I mean how many times did you and Pop have sex here
at our secret beach all those years."
"Oh! Heavens - it was every time, usually twice a visit,
at least. I think we came any time he had liberty and
the sun was shining. That had to be almost twice a month
in the summers, for let's see... SAY! why do you want to
know that?"
"Gee mom! I think that fucking outside must be really
cool, I mean hot - you know - very exciting."
"Yes it certainly is, and your father was excellent at
it. But don't say that four-letter word when what we
were doing was making love and a baby. You wouldn't say,
'My mother fucks a lot.' would you?"
"Well, I couldn't right now because you don't have a
boyfriend, nor married, but you and daddy did do it
right here, dozens of times.?"
Jenny laughed, and pulled he son close to whisper in his
ear, "Yes and mommy liked it every time, but that is
just between the two of us. We want to keep that in the
family. She suddenly realized that her hug had brought
them together so that her breasts pressed against his
chest and his peter poked her tummy. The twist of the
conversation from baby making to love making to her
admission of liking sex had begun to turn her on. Joey
was her son, but a male as well, and the setting was
rousing old feelings with this perfect copy of her only
lover.
Jenny slowly rolled back away so as not to appear to be
negatively reacting to their touch. Actually the
opposite was true, she had started to dampen between her
thighs. A natural thing, considering everything that
this emotion laden place stirred up, she reassured
herself. But Joey had other ideas about continuing the
bodily contact.
He turned toward her, so he wound up half laying on
Jenny, one leg over hers, his respectable root on her
thigh where she could detect a hint of precum which
dampen her bare skin. Why shouldn't he be like his
father in that respect, she thought to herself, for that
matter as horny outdoors as both his parents, truth be
told?
It came to her she was horny now too. The seaside
paradise, the hidden haven of a little heaven on earth
beside the sea was ideal for temptation. That is why so
much had happened here. She felt safe and protected,
private, and secure enough to give herself freely to
nudity, to her husband, to losing her maidenhead, to
making - no, use Joey's vernacular - to fucking. Only
they knew what went on, what came off, what went in and
how many times they came. And what came out of it all
was this perfect copy of the man she loved.
Jenny was lost in a moment of memory and clutched her
son to her as she had her husband that last day of
passion, before the shock of grief. Spouse and son were
for an instant one and the same, she kissed him and
called, "David..." Joey, confused but game for a sexy
kiss, even - no especially from his mom, bussed her back
with enthusiasm.
His warm lips made Jenny's mouth naturally open up to a
French kiss, and for long moments their lingual digits
danced the duet of lovers. A splash of spray from a
strong wave bursting on a nearby boulder brought her
back to the present. She lifted her brow in surprise at
what they had just done and she put her hand up to cover
her mouth in shock.
Jenny gasped, but Joey knew that she was not upset. They
both laughed, the tension broke. "For a minute there, I
thought I was back in your father's arms and making love
to him!" The mother smiled to make light of her
inappropriate action.
"That's okay mom, I know I look a lot like dad. I know
you loved him a whole lot, and I'm glad you love me too.
It was fun and I didn't mind. After all, this is our
'secret beach' and know one knows what goes on here, it
stays in the family, just between us. And just between
us I wish we could do it again." That made Jenny's eyes
go wide, but she didn't move and they remained in the
clench. "And just between us," Joey now was the one
leaning close and speaking in a breathy soft voice, "I
wish I could do what daddy did. With a not too subtle
hint he pushed his stiff dick higher on her leg and
gently cupped a nipple with his palm.
Jenny thought about the youth's proposal, but she knew
that would not be what should normally happen with
mothers and sons. Still her pussy was damp with erotic
fluids, as dirty thoughts flowed in on a tide of lust.
"No Joey, you can't take daddy's place Sweetheart."
"Not in your heart, but I could in your body!" Joey
maneuvered himself higher on her prone form. "Weren't
you and dad planning on another baby when he got back
from the war? Don't you want another baby?"
"Joey! we couldn't, it would be right, what if someone
found out?"
"Who's going to find out - since we are here, no one
will know!"
Jenny threw her head back and laughed at her child's
lack of logic. "Babe! if I have another baby, everyone
will know I got knocked-up, and since - as you pointed
out - I have no boyfriend or hubby they will wonder who
the father is. When he comes out looking like a carbon-
copy of you and your dad, they could pretty well guess
who the father is then. That would be a scandal that
would haunt us all our lives!"
"If we move, you could say dad did it before he went off
overseas."
"It is the right time of the month for me to conceive,
but Darling, making a baby doesn't happen every time
people - fuck.. Besides, I don't think that I should be
the person to take your virginity either." She
interrupted their conversation that had concentrated
their attention on each other. "Oh! Look at the
beautiful sunset!' The sky was a brilliant glowing
cacophony of color, orange mixed with red that blended
into purples, the blue dome framed the varied hues and
puffy white clouds overhead contrasted the tints with
their highlighted linings glowing gloriously.
The moment made it a special juncture of mothering love
and romantic lust. Jenny found her lips seeking Joey's
to celebrate the spectacle. Joey, instinctively
responded by now kissing his mother back in a seductive
way as he crept over her to spread his legs on each side
of hers. His weeping penis pushed its clear ooze into
her open navel. Their arms entwined as the glory of that
place and the memory of their dearly departed raised the
specter of incest. Jenny's brain was becoming fogged
with the chemistry of sexual arousal.
He's only doing what comes naturally, it echoed in her
head. He is a naturalist now, after today, just like his
father. Just like his Father made me a naturalist. Just
like his father made me. Just like his father and I made
him here. Just like I lost my virginity here. Wouldn't
he be just like his mother to lose his virginity here
and this sacred spot? He was heir to the perfect spot to
do things in privacy, in secret. Who would know if I
taught him about sex. Let him take his daddy's place
inside my body, they are both inside my heart, I love
them both so much.
Joey could feel the loosening of his mom's thighs, the
kisses were now tongue tussles and sweet smooches all
over each other's face. He brought his feet together, a
wedge to part the limbs that guarded the canal of love.
Still he did not force things, but let the natural
course of events unfold. He knew that soon he and his
mother would be fucking. He broke from the lip lock and
whispered, "Do you want to know a secret?" Jenny nodded
affirmatively. "Mommy, we are naked, naughty naked like
Adam and Eve after they tasted the apple!"
Jenny realized he was right, They had gone from nudity
to nakedness, and with that transition from natural love
to un-natural lust, from the blessing of togetherness to
the sin of incestuous sexual union. But she didn't care
any more, David was coming home. She now spread her legs
wide to welcome him, to give her man a natural spot to
plunge into the wetness of her womanhood. The shores of
carnal knowledge were awash with the waves of desire
that flooded them, Jenny and Joey both.
Jenny was mother-earth taking in the seed to produce the
fruit of her loins. The fruit of his father's loins was
plowing at the gates of heaven. She stop thinking then
and just allowed the exciting sensations to cascade over
her. Joey moved down so that his mouth could suckle on
his mom's nipples. The youngster's hips humped his hard-
on through her pubic hair in a search for his place of
origin. This prompted Jenny to raise her knees to guide
her son home as her back arched to angle her dripping
cove for his harpoon to thrust in.
The plum colored head of Joey's spear, a match for the
fading sunset, pushed through the portals of his mom's
secret petals, the bay of birth was private no longer as
the perfect heir pierced where only his Pater had
explored. It sank into the warm liquid depths, stone
solid prick of pride in putting it to his beautiful
mother. He withdrew the shaft and thrust again, it felt
so good; again, again. The rhythm of the rucking couple
repeated and echoed off the rocks, the slapping of flesh
a clapping unheard other than by gulls overhead. The
birds cries were nothing to the cries of ecstasy issued
from Jenny as Joey fucked her.
The splashes of sea-spray cooled the steaming pair as
her climaxes rose and fell and peaked and rolled over
her entire being. Then she sense the urgent tattoo of
Joey's taboo taking of her, his impending orgasm now on
automatic. She felt the hot seed of his semen squirt
deep inside her womb, the delicious throbbing of his
male member within her; no memory of love lost, but now
the proof of lust discovered as a force of nature.
In a profound rush, her brain began to function once
more. Yes! Sex was a irresistible force of nature. The
monkeying around that naked apes did was only natural.
Didn't she read about incest among the Bonobos, the
pigmy chimps, in an issue of National Geographic? And
the natives in hot climates were always almost naked.
Did they have any incest in their culture? Of course the
magazine would never mention anything like that, any
more than it showed them fucking - no making love, and
they were nude, not naked. They must have morals too,
like any human culture.
But what had happened here at their secret beach might
be immoral, but it was immortality too. The perfect heir
taking his father's legacy and carrying it to the next
generation, Jenny knew that she would get with child
from this intercourse. Yes they could move North to a
different community, closer to their special cove. And
here, thought Jenny as Joey's penis slipped from her
vagina, on this perfect day, when the air was perfect,
and her body was ripe, they had made another perfect
heir. In the sky the sun had set but on mother-earth,
the son was just rising again, naturally!
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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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