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All The Unspoken Taboos
by Ulyssa Kincaid (ulyssakincaid@yahoo.com)

***

A continuation of the stories of the characters first 
introduced in "Two Forbidden" and "Lessons From A 
Mature Woman." (F/m-teen, ped, inc, 1st)

***

"Waffles are a specialty of mine," Gary Magnussen said 
to his sixteen year old nephew as the young man came 
walking into the kitchen. He pried a fresh Belgian 
waffle off the waffle iron. "Actually, I'm glad you're 
here, Benjamin. I'm not supposed to eat all these 
waffles by myself."

"Hey, no problem," Ben said. "I like waffles."

"I love waffles and fruit," Gary said. "You know why 
people eat fruit compote on their waffles, don't you? 
You know apple, cherry and peach compote like the 
restaurants make?"

The young man looked at his uncle and shrugged. "Never 
thought about it."

"Because fruit sticks to the waffle maker," his uncle 
said. "Pour some blueberries into the waffle batter and 
you have to scrub the iron clean each time you make a 
new one. So they invented fruit compote to keep from 
having to clean the waffle iron each time they use it."

Gary placed a large square waffle on Benjamin's plate. 
"We have a lot in common, you know that don't you, 
Benj?"

"You mean like waffles?"

Gary chuckled. "More than that, kiddo." He let go of a 
big sigh. "We're both pretty protective of your mother. 
In fact, I think in a way, we were both hurt when your 
dad died—and then she married Perry."

Ben sloughed the remark off. "I never knew my dad."

"I know," Gary replied. "I only met him once. He was a 
very handsome man—I--" He paused. "I was very jealous 
of the man."

"Jealous?"

Gary grimaced. "It's hard to explain."

Benjamin shrugged again and took another bite from his 
waffle. "Can I have cherry this next time?"

"Sure," his uncle answered. "Give me your plate."

Gary began to dish up the cherry compote, and then he 
grinned at his nephew. "Speaking of cherries, have 
you... uhh... ever—you know—made it with a girl?"

Benjamin pursed his lips for a second and then growled 
out, "Uncle Gary! That's not fair. I'm only sixteen."

"Whoa! I didn't mean to give you a hard time about it," 
Gary protested. "I mean maybe you haven't had time to 
find the right girl... just yet."

Ben snickered. "I don't know about that?"

"And then again, maybe you have found the right girl—
excuse me--woman!"

"Look, Uncle Gary, I'm not a virgin," Ben said quietly. 
"If that's what you're getting at."

Gary took a closer look at his sister's son. The 
sixteen year old young man was the handsome biracial 
child of a good looking black man and his own sister, 
an attractive white woman. "Damn, I'll bet you're not 
at that. Shit, you're as handsome as your Dad was... 
c'mon, Ben tell me something about her." 

"Like what?"

"I don't care--just one thing."

Benjamin shrugged and played with his waffle for a few 
seconds. "She's white."

Gary laughed. "Damn, you're more like your father than 
ever!"

Ben smirked. "Yeah, I guess I'm a lot like him. Mom 
says I have his taste in women."

"Are you going to tell me more? Or do you want to leave 
it at that?"

"Only that she's older than me," Ben added.

"I'd say you're one pretty lucky young man. Hopefully, 
you won't make a mistake and get her pregnant."

"Very funny," Ben replied. 

Then Benjamin became introspective. Ben had heard 
veiled allusions from various family members before. He 
thought he'd approach his uncle with a well tendered 
lie.

"Uncle Gary," Benjamin asked. "Aunt Suzanne said 
that... well, that Mom had a baby when she was a 
teenager."

Gary looked down at the floor. "She did, eh?" He 
squirmed slightly. "Suzanne told you that?"

"Not directly," the young man said. "She sorta didn't 
know I could hear--"

"Ahh," Gary said. "Well, Lyssa had a child when she was 
still fifteen--a few weeks before her sixteenth 
birthday. The family—well, you know—in those days we 
kept things like that secret."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Gary nodded. "Really."

"And the father?"

"We don't talk about him." But something else seemed to 
reflect in Benjamin's uncle's face.

As he looked carefully at Gary, a lot of puzzle pieces 
seemed to come together in Ben's mind. For one thing, 
he realized that his mother's husband, Perry, was a 
bigger and much darker brown version of his Uncle Gary. 
Gary had black hair—well, it used to be black. The only 
real difference was that since Perry had stopped 
smoking, he tried to make sure that everyone around him 
did too. Ben knew that his stepfather's dictates 
occasionally grated on his mother. In fact, Ben had 
noticed that his mother had begged his uncle for a 
cigarette in private.

"Wow," Ben muttered. She'd had her first baby at 
fifteen? She hadn't been much older than he was. He 
stopped. Ben thought for moment. Then he glanced back 
at his uncle, took a deep breath and decided to make a 
leap of logic: "It was you, wasn't it?" Then Ben 
lowered his voice. "You were the father."

Gary looked shocked. Before he could stop himself, he 
answered: "How did you know?"

"You'd have to hear how mom's voice softens whenever 
she speaks of you," Benjamin said. "She doesn't ever 
talk about anybody else that way. Not Aunt Suzanne, not 
Grandma, not even Grandpa when they were alive. You 
were always her 'big brother.' You were always special 
to her."

Gary shook his head. "I never knew."

"And I just now guessed."

"Jesus, Benjamin, you're one smart kid."

"Like you said, 'We have a lot in common,'" Ben 
muttered. 

But there was something in the way that Ben said it 
that signaled something entirely different to his 
uncle. This time Gary's eyes widened. "D-do you mean to 
tell me that your first time--?" He stopped.

Benjamin's mocha brown face actually reddened; yet he 
remained silent. However his mind zipped back to that 
very first time:

Benjamin knew things were different when he awoke--
totally different. Surprisingly, even though she'd sent 
his little brother and sister on the school bus, his 
mother had called him in absent from school on that 
snowy morning. She told them that he had an important 
physical appointment for later that day, and that she 
wanted to keep him home until then.

Ben, of course, had no idea how important the day would 
be, or how much his life was about to change. He did 
remember getting a physical examination, but not from 
his doctor. 

Flashing images lived fresh in his mind's eye like so 
many indelible experiences that would forever live in 
his brain. Moments that lived in his recent memory like 
scenes from a dream or events recalling an unbelievable 
fantasy.

That day's visions streamed by in a flurry of emotional 
energy.

Images like his mom kneeling before him naked, her 
knees placed on a cushion, her long thighs squatting on 
her heels. Her white thighs were smooth and pale in the 
overcast light of the morning. Her breasts hung down 
like two round white grapefruits sliding down a fleshy 
hill. At the end of her tits jutted out the large 
areolas and thick nipples of a nursing mother. Up close 
as he was, Ben could see that his mother had what 
certain authors referred to as well chewed nipples.

But the other image that flashed across his memory had 
to do with the vision of her soft, full mouth 
encircling his standing dark erection. This memory was 
followed by her blue eyes rolling upwards to focus on 
his face. She'd captured his eyes with her own. God, 
what he thought he saw in those eyes. He saw 
reflections of his own fear and confusion. And yet he 
saw the sheer lust that was generated between them. All 
these things zipped like mad through Ben's mind. His 
thoughts raced trying to keep up with all the 
sensations surrounding him.

Both fear and confusion quickly subsided when his 
mother backed off from his erected cock to softly 
murmur about the primal history of the human race and 
how it specifically pertained to the two of them. 
History had never felt so immediate—so fascinating to 
Ben before.

Then she clasped the head of his cock between her lips 
again, and his mouth dropped open with all the 
intensity of feeling that his mother's ministrations 
had brought forward. His passions were intense, 
fascinating, frightening and exciting all at the same 
time. God, what was going on? Why was his mother down 
on her knees for him? Why did he enjoy it so much? 

She slowly mouthed, tongued and sucked on his penis for 
minutes on end, and Benjamin could almost sense that he 
was going to climax—as he would have had he been 
masturbating, but this was so new—so novel that he 
couldn't just cum in his own mother's mouth. Suddenly, 
Lyssa stopped.

"Lay down on the bed Benj," his mother instructed, and 
she carefully left her knees and got to her feet. At 
only five foot-six inches tall, she fully eight inches 
shorter than her son, but Benjamin understood that this 
little woman was totally in charge.

She kissed him, and Ben tasted both the tangy sweetness 
of her mouth and the salty yeast flavor that his nose 
recognized from those private auto-erotic moments he 
pursued on his own. Jeez, he was tasting himself.

"Lay down," his mother repeated; so he did. She sat 
next to him on the bed and her fingers went right to 
his scrotum and loins. His erection grew and thickened 
under her careful touches.

His Mom had a pad of fat right over the curve of rather 
prominently meaty pussy. That term was something that 
Ben had learned from surfing several porn sites where 
he wouldn't have been welcome had they known his real 
age.

She lay down next to him and kissed him again. This 
time, he tasted her more than he tasted himself.

"Roll up onto me carefully, sweetheart," his mother 
said. "I want to make this easy."

His mother lay on her back invitingly, and Ben put his 
knees up on the center of the bed and situated himself 
right between the older woman's knees closer to the 
junction of her thighs.

"Now place your arms and hands on either side of me and 
lower yourself down slowly, carefully."

Ben did as she asked, and in moments his dark skin 
pressed and balanced on the white skin of his plump 
female partner. 

But, Ben told himself, this wasn't right! This was his 
mom! But she felt good under him—warm, fleshy, sweaty, 
but very receptive. Benjamin laid across her hips, her 
belly and her breasts, and he watched as his mother 
reached up with her hands to take hold of his face and 
bring him down close for a long kiss.

"There will be new kisses coming, Benj," she whispered. 
His mother's thighs spread wider allowing his hips and 
thighs to settle into a new position. "A new kind of 
kiss." 

He could feel what was happening, but Benjamin's eyes 
were locked onto her face.

"Do you remember when I had my lips wrapped around your 
penis?" she asked as she squirmed slightly under his 
weight. "Do you remember the feeling?"

"Of course," he whispered. How could he possibly 
forget?

"This will be more of the same in a way," his mother 
murmured. "Only this time a new set of my lips clasp a 
hold of you and bring you into their grasp."

Startled by her gentle words, Ben gasped. "All right," 
he answered.

Ben didn't quite negotiate the moment as well as he'd 
hoped. He pressed forward eagerly and slipped off his 
mother's pussy. Lyssa didn't say a word. She just 
reached down with her hands to grasp the tip of his 
dick firmly with her fingers. Slowly, his mother rubbed 
Ben's firm dick up and down the orifice of her pussy 
until his glans began to slip easily in and out of her 
labial lips. 

As his penis sunk deeper into her loins, Lyssa said: 
"There you go."

This time Ben felt the length of his erection push 
effortlessly forward into his partner's body. His dick 
was sinking between his mothers clasping pussy lips.

"Holy shit," he muttered. Holy shit! He was fucking his 
own Mom! "Holy shit!" But the thing was, all of a 
sudden, he felt so damn good! Benjamin Dryor's dick 
craved that feeling! His dick wanted—no, demanded to be 
buried deep within the confines of a wet, warm pussy.

Even though he knew this was wrong, Ben couldn't find 
anything in his life to compare with the experience. He 
knew he'd have to tell her that.

His mother smiled. "There you go, sweetheart," she 
lifted her head slightly to murmur in his ear. "You 
feel wonderful, too."

"What?"

Lyssa chuckled. "Did you think you were the only one 
getting something out of this?" she responded to his 
voice and to his movements. "I've really enjoyed every 
second with you, as well."

M-Mom—I mean, Lyssa—am I doing okay?"

She giggled. "Of course you are, baby." Baby! Her baby 
was her lover now.

It took Ulyssa about four and a half minutes to coax 
her son into a compatible rhythm. Like all first 
timers, he wanted to work too hard—to move too fast. At 
the end of another couple of minutes an uncontrollable 
burst of aching heat ignited in Ben's loins. He began 
to grunt and groan and moan. His breathing became 
ragged and he started to pant and wheeze.

His mother wrapped her legs around his ass, and with 
her hands, she gripped his thrusting buttocks tightly 
her underbelly.

Benjamin's loins jerked. His body cut loose with a 
vicious jolt of energy, and Ulyssa's oldest son 
ejaculated deep inside the confines of his own mother's 
vagina.

Emotionally, he felt torn. He was of two minds about 
it. But physically he felt so good that he didn't mind 
that his very soul might be damned. His body felt to 
right, that he brought his mouth down against his 
partner's mouth; so that he and his mother could kiss 
slowly, passionately for a long, long moment.

When they broke their kiss, she asked, "How do you 
feel?"

"I feel great," he chuckled. "Mom, why does it feel so 
good?"

"I don't really know," Lyssa answered. "My guess is 
because the human race has such a strong desire to go 
on." 

"What do you mean?" 

"If the act that makes babies feels this good, then 
people will continue to indulge themselves in the act, 
and babies will continue to be made."

"Babies?"

His mother laughed. "Yes, what did you think we were 
doing?"

"You're serious," he moaned.

"I wouldn't worry about it now," she replied. "But I 
want you to listen to me. I have two things to tell 
you. First this has to be a secret between the two of 
us, okay?"

"All right," he replied. "What's the second thing?"

"Any time you need me to do this again, you just ask."

God help him, Ben thought. He knew he would ask her to 
do this again.

Ben's Uncle Gary smiled and then broke into laughter. 
"I should have guessed. An older woman, indeed."

Both of them started chuckling, which then broke into 
laughter.
"Three generations," Benji added. "Christ, mom."

Gary stopped smiling. "Three?"

"Oh! You--" Benjamin paused. "You didn't know?"

"And you do! C'mon, tell me," he demanded.

"I think this is something you'd better hear straight 
from mom," Ben replied.

Both uncle and nephew sat in silence. Ben continued to 
eat his waffle, while Gary merely nibbled on his in 
shock and frustration.

Lyssa came waltzing into the kitchen wearing a thin 
robe over her shapely mature body. "Good morning, boys. 
And how are my favorite two men? Your laughter woke me 
up."

"Morning, Sis."

"Hi, Mom."

She went to the waffle iron and began to put a waffle 
on her plate, when her sixth sense made her turn around 
and look at the two males sitting at the kitchen table. 
They were both staring at her. "What?"

Gary looked back down at the table, but Ben looked his 
mother straight in the eye. "Uncle Gary and I 
discovered something we have in common."

"Oh, really," Ulyssa smiled, as she poured a cup of 
coffee. "What's that?"

This time both men sat staring at her again. Gary 
cleared his throat. "Ben told me that you told him 
about you and Lars."

"He what?" Her white skin paled, and then reddened.

"It sort of slipped out," Ben explained. "You know, 
three generations, and all that."

"You both--?" Her flesh paled again. "Three 
generations? What did you do, compare notes?"

"Hey, you told him about Dad, and not about—me." Gary 
said quietly.

"I didn't mean to tell him, Gary," Lyssa whispered. "It 
just sort of--"

"Slipped out?" Gary finished the sentence.

"Oh, Jesus," Ulyssa moaned. "It was just—you know--"

"Pillow talk," Ben finished her sentence.

"Ben!" His mother and his uncle shouted at the same 
time. 
Benjamin broke into a wide grin.

"Men, you always do more thinking with your dick than 
with your brains," Lyssa sighed, she rubbed her hands 
through Ben's hair. Then she turned toward her brother. 
"Do you remember the second semester you went off to 
college—the winter that Mom left?"

"Do I ever," Gary said. "She was disappointed in Dad 
and in Suzanne and...uhh--"

"Yeah, I know. She was especially disappointed in me." 
Lyssa took a sip of coffee. "I think that deep down 
inside she might have known." She reached for Ben's 
milk glass and poured a little into her coffee cup. 
"Anyway, with Gary and Suzanne both away at college—
there were only me and Dad left at home."
Then a smile crossed her face. "You know, I think I 
know what she saw in him all those years ago."

Gary looked sharply at his sister, but he choked back 
his comment.

"He cried for Mom every night for over a month. He 
cried when he thought no one would know. I didn't let 
on, because I knew he needed to grieve. I left him 
alone. Anyway, I knew that he needed something to take 
his mind off of her, so one night I just...sort of--" 
She paused.

Both men in the kitchen had their eyes rivited to her.

Subconsciously, Gary was holding his breath.

"Uhh... climbed in bed with him," she finished her 
sentence. 

"Like I said, I learned what Mom saw in him, and I know 
where we got our... uhh... little quirks from."

She saw Gary slowly let out his breath.

"Funny thing is," she went on. "It only happened one 
time. He pretended like it never happened at all, and 
neither of us ever talked about it."

"What if he had asked you again?" Gary queried.

"I'd have gone to bed with him again." She gulped a 
large gulp of coffee, and looked at her brother's 
scowl. "C'mon, bro, I am who I am."

Ben lifted his eyebrows, and blew out a soft whistle.

"A month or so after Dad's funeral, I had a dream I've 
never ever told anyone about. In the dream, I woke up 
in his bed, next to him. He looked younger and more 
handsome than I ever remember him looking. And, yes, 
neither one of us had any clothes on. Although we were 
covered by the sheets and blankets, I knew that both of 
us were naked underneath."

Even though she kept her voice soft, both men remained 
fascinated, literally fixated by her story.

"Then Mom stuck her head in and said something to us—I 
really don't have any idea what she said—just something 
ordinary—you know, everyday stuff, but she wasn't upset 
over the two of us being in bed together. After she 
left, there was a French kiss between us—very slow and 
passionate. We came together on the bed, but I honestly 
don't remember any more.

"Only that he was excited and happy to be with me. And, 
since I was aware that we'd just buried him, I too was 
thrilled to have him back." 

Lyssa paused again. "Like I said, I never told anybody 
about the dream, but since that time, I've decided that 
I can't be too hard on Lars's memory."

"Jesus, Sis, three generations," Gary muttered.

"Sometimes a girl just can't get enough family," Lyssa 
replied.

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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