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Authors name: Oediplex (oediplex@hotmail.com)
Story title : Dinner, Dancing and Doing It
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Dinner, Dancing and Doing It
by Oediplex (oediplex@hotmail.com)
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Mother and son dance closely, then get closer at home.
(F/m-teen, ped, inc, rom, 1st, reluc)
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Author Notes:
Greeting to all Oediplex OediPals, both sons and
mothers who ever thought about committing incest with
their parent or child, most especially those who did
share that intimate act. This piece of writing is
produced to make you cum. (Patience you'll get there,
but you'll miss the best part if you skip ahead.) But
it has a second purpose as well. I am working on
building a network of all those who are interested in
the subject of mother/son sex.
In past I have written many stories in this genre and I
believe that they were well received, if you could over
look my weak grammar. This has allowed me to make
contact not just with those who enjoy reading such
stories, but some folks who's real situations are as
hot as the best fantasy out there on the Internet. Some
of these have allowed me to help them tell their true
narratives. Any who contact me are provided information
as where they might find these accounts.
The best part is this, if you will contact me - your
email definitely will be answered and you will be
provided with information that will lead you to having
many more orgasms from exquisite erotica available no
where else. I am not promoting a commercial site, but a
society of like-minded people that read this genre
because it turns them on. Some of my other stories
(like "Pandora's Box Got Me Mom's Box" - available here
as well) were produced to inform folks of some of the
material I have. But there is so much more in store for
any who will consider themselves Oediplex Oedipals.
So read what is below, then write me for more. I
promise many a cum to all who would call themselves my
pals. I seek to share high quality erotic on the
subject of mother/son incest with everyone that I can
reach. We all need a cum. To that end, I wrote this
story, read on and cum and come on and write me!
Oediplex 8==3~ Connecticut 2004 oediplex@hotmail.com,
ON TO THE STORY...
DINNER AND DANCING
One night changed my life forever. I let my son make
love to me. I felt so guilty I was afraid to face my
husband, but strong as my guilty feelings were, I could
not help my weakness for making love with my son. I am
a very religious woman and what bothers me even more
than the fact that the incident occurred, is the fact
that I enjoyed it while it was happening and wanted
more of the same. I got my wish and we are still
continuing to carry on our affair, even as I write
this.
My husband is an executive. One trip, a few months ago,
he was away for several days. The second night I took
my son, age 15, to a restaurant. During the meal he had
removed his sandals and was running his bare foot up
and down my leg, I told him to stop, but he wouldn't.
He said he like the feel of panty hose. Not wishing to
make a scene in public, I let him have his way.
Actually, I got a little thrill out of his sneaky
footsy game
The restaurant where we ate had a small dance floor,
and since it was Friday there was a small band playing.
I sighed that I hadn't danced in years. My son asked me
if I want to dance with him. Since his father hadn't
taking me "to trip the light fantastic" in so long, I
agreed. I have always love to dance, finding it
romantic and sensual. But I didn't consider that I
would transfer those feelings to my son.
The couple of glasses of wine I had must have hit me
harder than usual, because when we started to dance I
lost my balance for a moment and had to lean on my son
for support. This made us begin to dance very close as
a slow waltz was played. My son had dancing classes and
now his lessons really showed. He took a firm lead and
holding me closer still, glided us around the floor.
I swelled with pride as my handsome son showed me his
skills. He held me tightly on the turns and my breasts
pressed against his chest. When that would happen he
would take a deep breath and seem to enjoy the
sensation. I didn't mind, it really was very
complementary.
As we moved together I felt his leg bushing against
mine and even between them occasionally. This was
exciting me and my clit was getting bigger and
beginning to protrude from its sheath. Soon the
movement of dancing and frontal friction made me dampen
my panties! I was embarrassed, but trying not to let it
be too obvious that I was getting turned on.
In that position, with our legs entwined as we twirled
and swayed, I felt what I was sure was my son's stiff
penis nudging against me on purpose. When that dance
ended I decided that we had better go home. It a been
some dance! I hadn't gotten like that since my husband
and I were still dating.
On the way home as we walked side by side, he asked me
if I missed his father. I answered yes, not suspect for
one moment what he was getting at. He put his arm
around my waist and whispered he take care of me while
Daddy was away. I then began to wonder. Was my son
sensing my feeling of neglect? Was he trying to fill
the emptiness? Did he have something more mind that a
sexy dance? I wasn't sure
I wanted to know, but my son had made me feel loved and
wanted. Only, I wondered, what he really wanted
exactly! As we walked, his hand on the small of my back
slipped lower down to my hips; I felt a strange desired
begin to take seed.
SOAKING
Having arrived home, after a light walked, he went off
to bed. I went and drew a bath. I love relaxing in the
tub. As I lay there, content in the warm water, my
thoughts drifted to the events of the evening. I
remember the erotic feeling of my son's foot rubbing on
my leg, I recalled when we had danced close how my
breasts were squeezed to his chest and how his thigh
had pressed between my legs. Occasionally, at first it
would slide across my mons and clit, then he had become
even bolder and mashed his male member against my
abdomen.
Had he known what he was doing to me? How excited and
aroused it made me feel? I had gotten wet while we
waltzed! His father had use the same tricks to seduce
me when we were dating. The tingling returned down in
my vagina. I had to admit it, I was horny, and my son
was the one of brought those needs to the surface.
The water felt sensual and I decided to masturbate to
relieve the desire I was feeling. My hands began to
massage my breasts. They had yet to lose much of their
girlish firmness. I pulled at the nipples until they
were erect. They'd been stiff when we had danced too.
Then my fingers slip down my trembling body to play
with my throbbing clit, to bring the urgent relief I
desperately needed.
I spread my legs and my fingers searched for the little
pleasure bud. I pulled my labia open, exposing my nub
and began to stimulate it using the slippery juices
from my hot hole. I put a couple fingers in there too
and let my mind wander to thoughts of what I'd seen of
my son sometimes, when I caught sight of him nude after
a shower or changing clothes.
My eyes couldn't help seeing what a terrific body he
had. I began to think of those forbidden thoughts that
dance has started, I began to pretend it was my son who
was my lover and it made my head pulse with lust for
his cock.
As I brought myself close to my climax I looked up.
There, in the slightly open door peaking in, with his
hand on his erect penis, was my son. I almost fainted,
from embarrassment or lust I'm not sure. I must have
been lying there for a good 10 to 15 minutes fingering
myself before I noticed him staring at me. I wondered
if he had been there the whole time. Oh! my god! Had I
called his name as I was fantasizing about him poking
his stiffness into my center? I couldn't remember, but
there was no place to hide.
I asked him to leave but he was persistent, and started
asking me all kinds of questions about my relationship
with his father. Did we make love often? Did I cum
several time when we screwed? Did his father satisfy my
sexual desires completely? Did I think his dad's dick
was big enough?
I could see my son's fully erect man-meat was large
enough to fulfill all that I could ask for. I realized
that during our conversation he had been stroking that
flesh pole and I had continued to massage my titty and
strum my pussy lips as I cautiously replied to his
graphic grilling. I finally got up in wrap myself in
the towel. He followed me into the bedroom... naked.
I was upset and annoyed but realized that something
must have been bothering him terribly. When I'm
confronted him, he admitted that he was insecure and
wanted to spend the night in my bed. He said he felt
like a social outcast and wanted to be near me, someone
he knew really did love him.
I thought I understood the feelings that a teenager
has, but was unsure a night in his mommy's bed would
make him feel more mature and confident. Yet, the
sexual elements of the evening's events also made me
suspicious of his motive. But, after more discussion I
reluctantly agreed.
I had to put the towel down to get into my nightgown.
This gave my son a free view of his mother's body. I
could see his penis getting erect begin. I did
something very naughty, I dropped my nightgown and then
I had to reach down to pick it up.
My son's eyes never left me as I've bent over with my
back to him and my legs slightly apart. He had a very
good look at his mother's pussy. I suppose that I was
responsible for what happened later with that kind
teasing. I got a secret charge out of exposing my most
private place to him too. Wine always made me a wee bit
wanton.
BUNDLING
Then we got in bed together. He was still naked. When I
told him to get his night clothes on, he claimed that
he never used pajamas but slept in the nude. Well I did
that sometimes too, but I wasn't about to be 'in the
raw' at the same time I was sharing a bed with my bare
son. I didn't want to have a fuss over his sleeping in
the buff, so I let him stay as he was in his 'birthday
suit'. I leaned over to kiss him goodnight and he
pulled me to him in a tight hug.
I could feel his erection poking me in the midsection
as we kissed a bit longer than I had intended. I broke
away from his embrace when he began to rub the boy-toy
up and down on my tummy. I was glad I had the nighty on
for at least some modesty's sake. The boldness of his
hint of sexual coupling was made dangerous by the
lubrication it elicited from between my thighs. But I
wasn't going to let my son fuck me, just share the
warmth of spending the night in bed with another, even
if it was his mother!
My back was turned to him as we started to go to sleep
and I could sense his body closed by from the warmth.
Some where in the middle of night I awoke suddenly. My
nightgown was rolled up all way to my armpits, my son
was lying tightly against me, his stomach to my back.
His hands were wrapped around my body and he was softly
fondly my erect nipples!
His penis was erect and tucked in between my thighs. It
was rubbing against the outer labia and my vagina was
secreting heavily. In other words, I was excited and
turned on! I had no idea how long this had been going
on.
At first I didn't move. I was afraid to let on that I
was awake. I kept wondering how long he had been doing
this and whether or not he had attempted to penetrate
me. My questions were soon answered. By toss himself
somewhat, his penis found the opening and slid in. It
was large and rigid and I could not prevent my body
from beginning to perspire from the excitement.
My son was moaning and beginning to pump more
vigorously. I could feel the ridge to his dick-head
sliding in and out of the first couple of inches of my
pussy. I knew there was plenty of length left to plumb
me with.
I could and should have stopped it right there... but
I'd let it go on. I allowed him to continue and even
began to move with him. My hips pushed back seeking to
gain more of the hot staff with in my yearning, burning
cavity. He rolled me over on to my stomach, clinging to
me as he did it. I found myself raising my buttocks,
accepting him even deeper into me. The thick rod of his
organ slid all the way to the bottom.
I could feel the tip bumping the mouth of my womb.
Pubic hair met pubic hair, as completely to the root of
his rod my sex driven son rutted into his mother's cunt
of unconditional love. He climax at that moment,
screaming out into the darkness. I climax myself, the
big bang - over the stop / can't stop from cumming
kind. Too exhausted and out of breathe to say one word,
we both fell off to sleep without so much is one word
having passed our lips.
THE MORNING AFTER
The next morning I came downstairs, while he was still
asleep upstairs in my bed. I was so full of shame I
felt like bursting. Who could I turned to, who could I
tell? How could I explain what had made me let my son
fuck me? How could I ever admit to anyone the pleasure
and satisfaction I took from being my son's lover? I
went into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee.
As I sat there at the kitchen table I heard him get up
and go to the bathroom. After the toilet flushed I
heard him coming down the stairs.
Now was the moment I dreaded, to have to look him in
the face and say what we had done was not right and was
not to be repeated, and was never to be talked about
with another soul. Would he obey me now that we had
passed a threshold of intimacy that mothers and sons
were forbidden to do? Would he want more of incestuous
sex? Would he look into my eyes and see clear to my
soul that I desired physical union again also, to have
my child laying between the loins that birthed him?
I stood up as he came into the room, but before I could
say anything he came over the gave me a tight hug.
Then, he kiss me. It was a French kiss and took me
completely by surprise. I pushed him away and shook my
head, not trusting my voice to say no, for my knees had
turned to jelly at that intimate act and something's
stirred between my thighs once more. He sensed it for
he took a step closer to me and put his hand around my
body drawing me to his embrace again. He pushed at me
with his hips.
I tried to move back away from him, but I was stopped
by the age of the table. My arms went around him as he
kissed me deeply with his tongue sliding into my mouth.
I seem to have no will of my own. His hand move down to
my buttocks and started to massage them, then they were
pulling my robe down and over my hips. Now I stood
before my son completely stripped of clothing and of
resistance to anything he wanted. My head the throbbed
with passion, my clit pulsed with lust, my vagina
dripped with readiness. My son dropped his jockey
shorts, the only thing he had on, to the floor.
He leaned me back so that I had to sit on the table. I
scooted back even more and drew up my legs and spread
them totally, exposing my crotch to my son, who now had
become my lover. He bent down and began to lick my quim
and stick his fingers into my vagina. His tongue drove
me to heights I had never experienced before. My hands
caressed his head gently as he was eating me. The
raspy, fat, pink worm from between his teeth worked in
concert with the nibbling lips beneath his nose. My
taste and smell and flaps of female flesh were a feast
for my son the motherfucker.
Then he raised up and stepped up close, touching my
labia with his hard penis. The head of it was a bright
red and look is big as his father's. I couldn't stop
him this time either, nor did I want to. Indeed, I
urged him to put it in and began to use language I
reserved only for my fantasies.
"Fuck me!" I told him, "Screw me! Oh, yes! Make me cum
like crazy! Cream in me baby! I want your cum in me so
bad!!"
But he continued to rub the tip up and down my wet red-
hot blood-red cleft. My hips were raising up off the
table seeking to have him in my burning pit.
Finally, my son, my incestual lover, gave me what I was
begging for. As his stiff rod slid into my cunt I
groaned and panted in with a fevered trembling that
shook my whole body. We were doing it again! This time
he knew I wanted it just as much as he, and wanted him
to squirt his load of baby-making juice deep inside his
mother.
He began to move faster as his climax built. I was
moving my hips pumping in rhythm, thrusting back at my
son. His balls beat against my asshole exciting me all
the more. Then, he was finally climaxing inside me
saying, "Oh . . . Mom! Oohh uh! Mom! Mommy!, I love
you! Come with me Mommy! CUM WITH MEEE!!"
I had never dreamed of so intense a moment. My orgasm
burst over me like a concussion from an explosion. I
lunged my hips forward and pulled him to me so we were
locked together as my body bounced in response to his
demanding cock. I screamed in cumming with him. My eyes
were clouded with a pink blurry haze of a semi-comatose
trance. As I slowly came to my senses I realized that
it was the second time we had made love in only 12
hours, yet I already look for it to the next, and
wondered when it would be. Soon, I hoped.
REAR ENDED
It was sooner than I expected. While I was still weak
from that first mighty orgasm, my son turned me over
and placing his still extended pike against my opening
and put it back in again. I came abruptly at once and
then in just moments it seemed again as his smooth
slick dick moved back and forth powerfully in my
vagina. He took me. I had no control over my physical
reactions anymore. I was completely under my son's
command. But he hadn't come in me the second time yet.
I started to turn but he commanded me to stay like
that. I felt him withdraw, heard him take a couple of
steps and open a cabinet, then he was behind me once
more. I had no idea what was going to happen until I
felt the cold slippery sensation at my asshole. The
hairs of my anus were being smeared, the crack of my
butt was being lubricated. I had not the slightest
doubt about what was to happen next. I had never
allowed that, even with my husband. No matter how much
wine, I wasn't that wicked!
"No, no!" I said as he began to work the Crisco into
that most sensitive of places, but I knew he wouldn't
stop. We were passed that point. I never had more than
my husband's finger there before. Yet, that did excite
me, in a different way, one that I thought now could be
good, if done gently. My son lubricated his cock with
the white grease. Then I fell him start to do it.
When he first began to push, the head slid in without
too much discomfort. As he got more and more into me
though, it was uncomfortable and I wanted to protest.
But all I could do was grunt. Then, he started to move
in an out ever so cautiously. I began to adjust to his
bulk.
I began to have a strange glowing feeling around my
entire rear. I found that it was good! I was going to
ass-cum with my son! He began to move from the delicate
strokes, which he had started with and picked up the
pace a bit as his prick dilated the sphincter muscle
allowing a swifter sawing of the sausage stuffing my
bottom.
I opened myself to the inevitable, accepting the total
submission this act symbolized. I could smell the faint
fecal odor and the sensation of elimination and
reversal cycling again and again queerly was
pleasurable in a way I had never experienced. He was
pounding into me now, and was going to cum in my
rectum. It was crazy! I've never been so totally turned
on.
I threw my ass upward toward him as I felt him pulse
and throb with his orgasm, this made me cum too. It was
a weird cum, with both my clit and my ass zinging and
bucking all at the same time. I collapsed on the table
totally exhausted and completely satisfied by my lover,
my son.
He rested his torso lightly upon my back. We lay like
that for a few minutes, half supported by the table,
our legs barely able to hold themselves up. My son
finally stood erect and seemed to draw some kind of
primordial strength from somewhere. No way could I have
walked anywhere. In fact, I was lucky not to collapse
to the floor. He reach out and scooped me up like a
bride being carried over the threshold. Only we were
both naked, with cum and all sorts of other things
coating our genitals. Any bride would have considered
the fuckings I had gotten to be honeymoon enough.
Silently, without words, because we were too busy
kissing, my son transport in his arms like a baby to
the bathroom. He set me upon the toilet seat where I
promptly peed in front of my son and lover without any
embarrassment now. He began to draw a bath and helped
me into the tub. He lathered up his hands and soaped me
all over; everywhere, everything, inside and out, then
rinsed me. He drew me out of the water and got in the
tub himself then.
With pleasure, I proceeded to wash my son's everything
and everywhere, even inside him. We toweled each other
off and changed the sheets on my bed. Then we lay down
on it again. Both naked, both in love with each other.
I felt guilty about it, but I wasn't going to let that
stop me from having the best sex of my life.
One night changed my life forever. The fact is that I
enjoyed it while it was happening and wanted more of
the same. I got my wish. We are still continuing to
carry on our affair, even as I write this. Even as I
write this, he is fondling my breasts and getting ready
to fuck me again. So here I will end the story for now.
I'm glad that I could turn to you, I know that at least
you will understand.
Write to oediplex@hotmail.com for more cums!
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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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