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Mother's Thighs
by Obmuj (address withheld)
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Jeff was a handsome 17-year-old virgin. He's a true
one, as he has never even given in to the act of
masturbation. (F/m-teen, ped, inc, 1st, rom)
***
His steps down the hallway, to his room were hurried,
as he needed to urinate badly, and he entered his room,
then stepped into the connecting bathroom. Jeff’s feet
became rooted to the floor and he stopped dead in his
tracks, as his eyes took in the sight of his mother,
Ellen Eisen, standing nude, with her face covered by a
towel, unaware her son was viewing her nudity. Ellen
had a large bath towel in her hands, drying her hair
and face, and had no idea her son was in her presence.
Jeff had come home early from school, as he needed to
get things together before leaving on the team school
bus later that afternoon. A junior on the Baltimore
High School football team, and backup quarterback, Jeff
was a natural born sports star. Tall, muscled more than
some males on college football teams, with large hands
to grip a football, and his dark hair seemed to glow it
was so black. Even though Jeff was a sports star,
exceptionally handsome, and with a smile that his
mother once told him, he could melt a woman’s heart, he
was not stuck up.
The 17-year-old boy was looking at his mother’s nude
body and he was torn between walking away, and acting
like he never saw her, or greet her and urinate as he
had planned. Only a few moments had passed from the
time, he entered the bathroom, and his urgent need to
use the toilet.
The need to release his urine was so strong, Jeff had
no choice, and as he spoke to his mother, took his
young manhood from his pants, and saying, "Hi mom, I’ve
really got to go. Sorry, I didn’t know you were in my
bathroom." With that being said, Jeff lifted the toilet
seat, and immediately watched his urine splash in the
toilet, then his eyes were looking into his mother’s
eyes.
"WHAT, WHO? JEFF, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE HOME!" Ellen
was so startled, she actually dropped the towel she was
using to dry her hair and face with. Ellen’s breathing
was heavy as she had been scarred by the sudden
presence of her son. "Jeff, you shouldn’t have just
walked in on me." Ellen looked at her son, as he was
urinating, and she was shocked at the largeness his
phallus. Ellen, bent over and retrieved the towel she
had dropped in her fright.
As she reached for the towel, her eyes were level with
the manly sized, no, she thought, his genitals are as
large as his late father, the only man she’d seen nude.
Standing up, Ellen wrapped the towel, around her body,
but she saw her son’s eyes moving from her breasts to
her pubic mound, and she felt fear. Not fear of someone
or something hurting her, but an inner fear of sexual
desperation as she was viewing a male organ for the
first time in more than seven years.
Recalling in her mind, the death of her husband, Barry,
who died of cancer at the 33, Ellen thought for the
first time since her wonderful husbands’ death, how
much she missed the act of sex.
Ellen recalled how she had pledged to remain Barry’s
wife for the remainder of her own life. Now at 36,
Ellen was shocked in the feeling her reality of sexual
needs. Neither dating nor giving another man any
encouragement that she would accept a date, if asked,
Ellen had remained married in total memory to the only
man she had ever known sexually, with the exception of
something she and Barry had experienced a couple of
times, and what she called her inner intimacy. The
thought of some other man’s penis entering her body,
caused Ellen to recoil from such a thought, and she
hadn’t wanted another man between her sleek thighs.
"Jeff, do you realize how ridiculous this seems, me
naked as the day I was born, and you standing in front
of me peeing?"
"Your cute mom, but I was about to pee in my pants, so
I had to go, and seeing you nude, I hadn’t expected,
but for once I’ve seen a nude female, and my first."
Then Jeff was attempting to place his penis back into
his levis. The sight once more of viewing his mother
completely nude, and thinking of her comments, as he
turned, caused his dick to become instantly erect, and
as he was trying to stick his penis back inside his
fly.
Ellen saw what her son was doing, and she started
laughing, and as she did, the towel fell from around
her body, once more allowing her son to view her nude
form. "Honey, I can’t help laughing, but there is
something perverse in you getting a boner on, from your
seeing me in the buff." As she was chucking at her
son’s attempt to place his erection in his pants, Ellen
reached her hand out and patted Jeff’s right cheek,
saying, "Girls must like you."
Then Ellen turned and walked from her son’s bathroom.
Entering the master bedroom, Ellen thought of her
decision to shower in her son’s bathroom, instead of
her own, as Jeff had purchased a strong shower nozzle,
on an eight-foot flexible hose. The jets of spray that
came from the end of the shower head always made her
muscles relax. Slipping on a bathrobe, Ellen walked
down the hallway, stopped in front of her son’s bedroom
door, and tapped lightly.
"Yeah, mom, come on in," Jeff answered her knock. When
his mother was in his room, he asked, "What’s up, mom?"
"Just so you’re aware of why I was in your room, and
using your shower, ii was because one day when I was
cleaning your tub, I discovered how powerful the spray
was from your shower head." "After that, I will
sometimes use your shower, because it feels good to
feel the strong spay of water it shoots out." "Today
you came home early, and I really want to let you know,
I don’t snoop in your room."
"No problem, mom, I would never consider for a minute
that you would look through my stuff, but even if you
do, it wouldn’t offend me." Then Jeff thought of
viewing his mother’s nude, and told Ellen, "Anytime you
wish to use my shower, jump in," Jeff was laughing at
his mother being embarrassed, then added, "And I
suppose I shouldn’t ask if I can watch you?"
After saying that, Jeff busted up laughing, and told
his mother, "You’re attractive, even if you are my
mother, and I enjoyed seeing you without clothes." "By
the way, mom, you should have seen how you jumped when
I spoke to you."
"You know something, I might just have to kill you,
you’re just like your father, always teasing and
picking on me, but I enjoy it," Ellen laughed as she
responded to her son’s comments. "Good luck on your
game tonight, and by the way, how would you like to go
with me tomorrow as I’ve decided to get a hot tub, like
you’ve been wanting?"
"Thanks for the encouragement, and I hope I get to play
at least five minutes tonight, as this is the third
game of the season, and so far I’ve only played five
minutes in the first two games." Jeff looked at his
mother, and asked, "Are you serious, you’re getting a
hot tub?"
"Yes, I can get one that has several jets, it only
holds five people, but fit on the screened in back-
porch, and with the louvered windows, we can use it in
the winter."
Ellen watched as her son started to undress, and was
surprised that he had no problem in doing so. When he
was down to his jockey briefs, Ellen could see he was
still slightly erect. She smiled inwardly at the
knowledge her son had become aroused at her body, and
she kissed her son on his cheek. "I’m going to the game
with Linda and Mark Davis, and we are leaving early,
and stopping to eat on the way, and I can’t wait to see
my big boy play tonight."
Jeff was not aware that her reference to "a big boy"
was not only to the size of his body, but she caught
herself referring to the size of the manly object
hanging down from his groin.
Leaving Jeff’s room, Ellen walked to her room, dressed,
then drove to meet her friends at their home. Driving
her drive to the Linda and Mark’s home, Ellen thought
of viewing her son’s large manhood, and for the first
time in more than seven years, Ellen was feeling a
strange sexual urging between her thighs.
How strange she thought, I viewed my own child’s sexual
organ, and for what was only a short period of time, I
feel like it has made my sexual instincts and desires
for physical contact with a male to ignite.
During the first play of the second quarter of the
game, Baltimore’s starting quarterback, Skip Wade, was
hit hard as he was about to pass, by the Glenboro High
School right guard, and when he didn’t get up, the
medical and trainers ran out onto the field. Baltimore
coach Dave Brown, was told his quarterback Wade, likely
had a broken leg. Coach Brown called Jeff to him, and
patting him on his shoulder pads, told Jeff, "Okay,
Eisen, this is your chance, we’re down 14 to three, so
give it you’re all, and I know you can lead us to a
win, now go do it boy!"
Running onto the field, Jeff was nervous, and when he
took command of the huddle, he called on Blake
Underwood, the team’s fleet running back to take a
handoff, telling him, "Get us six points," then cried
out, "LET’S GO, TEAM!"
To the surprise of Jeff, and his coach, they watched as
Blake took the smooth hand off and slipped through the
Glenboro line, faked out the safety by stepping around
him, carrying the ball 65 yards for a TD. The crowd
went wild, including Ellen, who was watching her son
run down the field to congratulate and hug Jeff for the
great run.
By the end of the first half, the underdog Baltimore
team was leading by seven points. The evening was
perfect for Jeff, as if from somewhere, a deity was
ensuring the second string quarterback made no moves on
the field, that didn’t spell success for the team. When
the game ended, Baltimore had won 48 to 26, and Jeff
knew he would finish the season as a starter.
The next morning, Ellen padded down the hallway in her
short robe, knocked on her son’s door, and softly told
Jeff, "Okay, my hero, time to get up, as we will eat
breakfast at the Omelette House, on the way to see
about the tub." Then she went to the kitchen and got a
glass of water from the water cooler.
Jeff had gotten out of bed, and walking in his briefs,
followed his mother into the kitchen. One thing his
mother always did when she got out of bed each morning,
was to walk to the kitchen and get a drink of water.
While Ellen was slightly bent over, holding the lever
on the water dispenser, letting the cool water, fill
the glass, Jeff moved silently behind her. With both of
his index fingers pointing out, Jeff lightly jabbed
them into his mother’s sides, and said, "BO!"
"OHHH, Jeff, you scarred me, and that is twice in two
days," and turning toward her son, poured the partial
glass of cool water on him, and jumping away, being
laughing.
Jeff cried out when feeling the water run down his
chest, on down across his stomach and the soak into his
briefs, and then down his legs and onto the floor.
Reaching out, he grabbed his mother and pulled her
tightly into his arms. "I might just have to spank you,
mother, instead of the other way around," and as he
spoke his right hand lightly slapped across her left
hip.
When Jeff grabbed his mother, his actions had caused
her short robe to move up over her hips, and when his
hand lightly made contact with her hip, he was feeling
bare skin. Both Jeff and his mother felt the sudden
personal touching of his hand on the skin of her naked
hip, and each had a reaction that isn’t the same for
the male species, as it is for the female gender.
Jeff was feeling the skin of a female’s rounded globes
that makes up her buttocks, while Ellen was feeling the
pleasure a woman receives when a man she loves, touches
her hips. For a few moments, Jeff allowed his hand to
remain on the smooth skin of his mother’s hip, and
finally moved it up and held it on his mother’s back.
The light touch, which Ellen had found she wanted it to
last, gave her feelings that a mother should not have
with her son. Yet, her needs had started to surface
when she had observed her son’s penis when he was
urinating, while she was nude yesterday. With no actual
knowledge she was doing so, Ellen’s arms encircled her
son, and she pressed her form tightly to him.
Her legs had opened, and they were clamping around her
own son’s left leg. When Ellen’s leg was wedged tightly
between her son’s muscular and strong thighs, the
evidence of her son being excited was obvious from the
hard male object inside Jeff’s briefs.
Ellen had nothing on under the short robe, and Jeff was
feeling his mother’s pubic hair against his upper leg,
and he was certain the heat he was feeling from her
body, was coming from her sex. Immediately Jeff felt
his penis jerk, and within a brief span of time, he was
fully erect.
Jeff pressed the fully developed erection against his
mother, he shuddered, and his ejaculation shot out
three times from his teen manhood. Then Jeff’s
ejaculation became a slow draining leak like feeling,
allowing more of his male juices to seep into his
briefs. His body would not stop its spasm of release,
and Jeff felt the results of a woman, bringing down his
virgin cum. "Mom, oh mom, I..."
Motherhood or not, Ellen knew what her son had just
experienced from the contact of her nude and hair-
covered sex against his leg and phallus. Feeling her
son getting off, three times, and then as if he was
peeing, his cum was leaking more of his juices. The
warm wetness of her son’s cum soaked briefs, pushing
against her mound, caused Ellen to climax, and she
needed to hold her son tightly in he arms, or she would
have fallen.
Her body hung limply in her own son’s arms, and she
sobbed, out, "Oh my gawd Jeff, I feel you. This is so
wrong, but so wonderful. I-I’m cumming! Gawd I’m
cuming." Then in no time, tears started to fall from
Ellen’s eyes, as she felt the first sexual release
since her husband passed away more than seven years
previously.
For two or three minutes, neither mother nor son moved.
Finally Ellen eased from her son’s arms, and turning,
spoke softly, "Jeff, I’m sorry, that shouldn’t have
happened, I apologize."
"Mom, it wasn’t your fault, I started it," and as he
spoke, moved forward and once more was holding his
mother in his arms. This time, Jeff was standing behind
his mother, and his large arms pulled her hips against
his groin, and he allowed his chin to rest on her right
shoulder. "Mother, that was my very first time, to go
off, I don’t even touch myself, you know what I mean,
don’t you?"
Ellen was taken back, as she realized her son had just
told her, he had never masturbated, but had gone off
for his first time - she had gotten his virgin cum.
"Jeff that is the first time I have gone off since I
did with your father."
Who lead the other into the living room and onto the
large sofa, is unknown between them, but they soon were
laying side by side on the sofa. Neither spoke, and
neither caressed the other, they simply lay side-by-
side, hold the other in their arms. Ellen felt the need
to reach down and take her son’s hard manhood into her
hand and ease it into her body’s hot sexual core, but
refrained from taking the relationship she had just
experienced with her son, to that of incest.
Jeff was unable to describe to himself the feelings
that had passed through his body as he let down his
first cum. Over the years, Jeff had known he had wet
dreams, the times he had touched his erection, he would
stop before he would start jacking-off.
Now that he had emptied himself in his shorts, he
wanted to remove them and feel his mother’s hair-
covered sex pressing against his penis. Jeff moved his
hand down, and found his mother’s hips were not covered
by the robe, and he cupped it in his hand, and when the
top of her robe had opened he didn’t know, but he could
feel the pointed hard points of her breast against his
chest. Jeff shot his cum once more, and cried out, "I’m
cumming again!"
They lay together for more than an hour, and mother and
son had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, and when
Ellen awoke, she found her hand inside her son’s
briefs. The wet thick cum was cool on her hand as she
was gripping her son’s soft manhood, and she eased her
hand out from his briefs. Ellen had not realized that
during her sleep, she had searched out her son’s penis.
Waking her son by the removing of her hand, Jeff looked
at his mother, and knew she had been holding his penis.
He wasn’t aware when she had taken him in her hand, but
he wished she hadn’t released him. "Mom, I love you,
you are wonderful," Jeff said in a whisper to his
mother. He knew, as did his mother, they weren’t to
been so intimate with each other, but this was their
secret. And he determined it was something he wanted
more of.
Looking in the eyes of her son, Ellen Eisen, she
thought, you’re 36-years-old, and you have allowed
something to develop that should never have happened.
The look she saw in her son’s eyes told her that unless
she was extremely guarded in the future, the
relationship with her son would take a major turning
point that should not happen between a parent and
child, yes between a mother and her son. INCEST. The
thought hit her like a ton of bricks falling onto her.
Her body shook when she heard her son speaking to her.
"Mom, can we shower together, I want to see you again,
and I know it isn’t supposed to happen, but after what
we have shared, at least let me have that, please mom?"
"I won’t invite you into the shower with me, but if you
get in with me, I won’t stop you, but I can’t bring
myself to tell you that it’s all right." Thinking to
herself that will give me some degree of
respectability, and not be an attempt to seduce my own
child. Then it dawned on Ellen that is exactly she will
be doing if she doesn’t stop the intimacy that had
suddenly developed between her and her son.
Rising from the sofa, Ellen walked into her bedroom,
removed her robe and hung it on the back of the door of
the master bath, and turned on the shower. Ellen did
not look behind her, as she could look to see if her
son was making their relationship more intimate than it
already was. Stepping into the shower stall, and
reaching out to close the door behind her, Ellen felt
her hand close over her son’s. Saying nothing, she
stepped under the spraying water, keeping her back
toward her son.
Ellen felt her son washing her shoulders and back, and
she knew he had taken the bottle of liquid soap, and
was using it to cleanse her body. Standing deathly
still, she felt his hands moved down and wash her tight
buttocks, and when his fingers eased between her hips,
she submitted to the intimate touching of his fingers
as they brushed across her anus. His finger tip probed
briefly at her puckered ring, then Ellen knew he had
kneeled down and her son was washing the back of her
legs, then her feet.
Using his strong hands, Jeff turned his mother so she
was facing him, and squirting more liquid soap in his
hands, commenced washing the front of his mother’s
calves, then her thighs. Jeff watched in surprise as
his mother opened her thighs, and his hands were
washing between her legs, his hands moved upward until
the side of his hands were bumping against her sex.
Applying more lotion to his hands, Jeff once more was
washing between the smooth and firm thighs of his
mother. Then he was washing the hair-covered vulva of
his mother, and his fingers were exploring within the
entrance of her womanhood, but not deeper, as he wasn’t
certain how fall he should explore, and partly in fear
of what his actions could lead to.
Her body was on fire with need, and she wanted her son
to press the issue, and push his fingers into her hot
sex. It had been so long, since the love of her life
had suddenly died, she was left without the means to
bring satisfaction to her strong sexual urges. Now her
son was looking at her sex, and his fingers were
padding around in the edge, and when he stood and
started to wash her breast, she felt betrayed by her
emotions.
Ellen remained quite, but reached and took the liquid
soap in her hands and she squirted a large glob of the
liquid soap in her right hand. Reaching down, took the
rigid teen penis of her own son in her grip, and
commenced stroking the thick male organ.
Having no thought that her motherly instincts were
telling her she shouldn’t be so intimately with her
son, Ellen could only feel her child was about to
ejaculate. Jeff moaned, as his semen splashed against
his mother’s pubic hair. Ellen was holding the erupting
penis, so her son’s male substance, generated from the
very depth of his body, shot from his pulsating and
convulsive organ, and landed on her massive growth of
hair.
The sexual experience Ellen had from her marriage,
allowed knew her to understand that her son was
undergoing the male equivalent of a female orgasm, as
the involuntary muscular contractions of his penis were
sudden and violent, and she felt his strong arms wrap
around her back to support him.
Since her husband, Barry, had died, Ellen had neither
trimmed nor shaved any of the hair growing on the fatty
mons above her vagina, and it was thick and grew along
the edges of her labia, then spread out onto her upper
thighs. Just a few days before, Ellen had thought of
trimming the thick growth, as was thinking if she
bought a hot tub, she would need to shave or the hair
would show out the sides of her bathing suit.
"Jeff, I hope you never reveal to anyone what we have
done today, as it would mean trouble for me, and
possibly you as well." Looking at her youthful son,
Ellen told her child, "We have touched on the fringes
of incest, and I’m certain you understand it’s
considered the worst of taboos people can engage in,
don’t you?"
"Yes, I know that we aren’t supposed to be intimate
with each other, but that was the most wonderful thing
I have ever felt, mom, I will never tell what we have
done, I promise."
Listening as her son went on to describe the feeling,
he received from her jacking-off his erection, was such
a terrific experience, and he was amazed at how much he
had shot from his penis. "Mom, you aren’t upset with me
are you," Ellen heard her son ask, and instead of a
verbal reply, she simply gave his shrunken teenage
manhood several small strokes, and almost immediately
she felt her son starting to grow in her hand.
Smiling at her son, she whispered in a sultry voice,
"We best get out of this intimate setting, or we may
end up in my bed, and that would be the final act of
degradation between us. Jeff, if we as mother and son,
allows this to occur, and immediately after that should
happen, we would roast in Hell, or so they naysayer
says."
Thinking of how to ask her son, how he felt about what
they had just shared, Ellen asked, "Jeff, does incest
scare you, or make you uncomfortable, or can you keep
what we did between the two of us, always?"
"There would be nothing negative from me, it I was to
sleep with you, even if you are my mother." "My
attitude would not be one of abasement, and instead of
depriving me of my self-esteem, my esteem would be
higher than I could even imagine, even more than what I
received in winning the game last night."
For Ellen, the mother, she understood how important
winning the football game meant to her son. He was
comparing the greatest thing that happened to him so
far in life, and it would be less than he would find in
bedding her. "What say we get dressed, go have
breakfast, then buy that hot tub?"
Ellen allowed Jeff to take her to breakfast in the 57
Chevy that had belonged to Barry, and with the top down
on the warm and sunny fall morning, she noted close her
son resembled his father. The last time she had ridden
in the car, was a month before Barry had died, and he
wanted one last ride in his pride and joy.
During the intervening years since Barry had passed
away, Ellen would allow Jeff to start the car, and let
it run, and after he had obtained his driver’s permit
license, she had permitted him to drive the few blocks
away, and fill it with gasoline. Now she was looking at
the male in her life, and she knew a strange feeling of
lust and fear, combined into the desire to take him
between her thighs.
To herself, Ellen asked, "What would it be like, having
Jeff enter me, and to feel him stroking deep into my
body, if my son assumed the role of my lover?" Perhaps
I should see Dr. Helen, as her friend, Helen Wilson,
could prescribe a prescription fro birth control. Then
her thoughts were interrupted, as Jeff was speaking to
her.
"Mom, do you know this car is worth $75,000 or more, is
it really mine?" Jeff glanced over at his mother,
seeing she was in some deep thought, reaching over with
his hand, placed it on her leg, not covered in the
white shorts she was wearing. "Mom, did you hear me?"
"Yes, Jeff, but I was day dreaming, and no, I didn’t
realize the car’s value." "Your father always said it
was worth enough, I could sell it and live on the
proceeds for at least two years."
Ellen realized her son had become overly familiar in
they’re short, and what assuredly was leading into a
full incestuous relationship. Realizing her son felt
comfortable in placing his hand on her bare upped leg,
or was it only an action to get her attention in his
speaking of the ‘57 Chevy’s value. His hand traveled
slightly upward and was now touching to where her
shorts stopped below the junction of her legs.
Ellen saw they had reached the Omelette House
restaurant, and she saw the careful way Jeff pulled
into the parking lot, and searching, found a parking
spot where he knew no one would bang into the beautiful
car. They entered the restaurant, and found a twenty
minute wait, unless they wished to be seated at the
counter.
They chose the counter, and several times during their
eating breakfast, Ellen felt her son’s leg bump hers.
The waitress knew Jeff, and she smiled and flirted with
him, speaking of how he had won the football game last
night.
"No way, the team did it, not just myself, Sandi, and I
would like you to meet my girlfriend, sometimes known
as Mom." Then Jeff, seeing his mother was embarrassed,
told Sandi, she can be my girlfriend any time she lets
me drive the "57."
"That was you in the convertible, oh Jeff, take me a
ride in it sometime, please, tell him to take me for a
ride in his car, please, Mrs. Eisen, please tells him
to?"
Hearing Jeff, call the cute girl, Sandi, Ellen smiled,
and said, "Jeff, I think you have a fan, and perhaps he
can take you a ride some day, Sandi."
After eating, they drove to the pool and spa store.
After looking at the hot tub, Ellen, had previously
spoken to Jeff about, that held five people, they
looked until Jeff found one that was half again the
price of the one she had planned on purchasing. Jeff
explained that it would seat eight people, but it had a
place where two people could stretch out side-by-side,
and Ellen smiled inwardly, knowing he was thinking of
them laying together in the tub.
After speaking with the sales lady, Ellen decided to
purchase the one that Jeff had spoken about. Obtaining
the necessary information of what would be necessary to
hook up the hot tub, she informed the sales lady, that
it would be necessary for her to have a plumber come to
her house and install the necessary items to hook up
the water, a drain she wanted in the even she wanted to
empty the tub, and an electrician for the electrical
wiring.
Two weeks later, the work was completed on preparing
for delivery of the hot tub, and Ellen arranged for
delivery on Friday, preceding the Baltimore homecoming
game. Ellen knew that Jeff would not likely see the hot
tub when he got home from school, and that way, it
would be ready on Saturday morning for them to get into
the heated, and swirling water, for the first time.
For the past three weeks, no sexual like contact had
occurred between mother and son, and Ellen had also
seen Dr. Helen, and explained she might start dating
once more. After a complete physical examination, the
doctor suggests Ellen take the shot, rather than the
pill. Her cycle was just right, and she was able to
have the shot after her exam.
Driving home, Ellen wondered out loud as she drove,
"What will happen if I allow my son to have sex with
me, and what is more important, will he develop some
sort of a mental problem from our being intimate?" Do I
dare even consider allowing my son to take me, take me
like the woman who for the past seven years has
remained chaste?
The idea of incest, was not remotely loathing, in her
mind set, instead, Ellen at 36-years-of-age, thought
how she had given her own child, her son, his first
cum, and she wandered what it would be like for him to
feel her sex open when he shoved his overly man-sized
penis in her. The time when she was holding him, and
then on the sofa as they lay together, then Ellen
jacked-off her son’s teenage boner.
The strong feelings of sexual emotions were intensely
irrational from the normal beliefs and devotions she
held for Jeff, but from deep in her inner self, the
concupiscence feeling toward her child, became a heated
need. "Can I really undress and be nude before my son,
and if I do, there will be doubt, I will take him
between my heated loins, gawd, am I unfit," Ellen asked
out loud of herself?
Ellen felt her body become tense, as she considered
having sex once more, and she recalled how she had
always allowed her passions to rule her sexual outlet.
Barry had often told her she was evidently the wildest
woman on the block, if not the whole town, when she
gave her body to him. The act of sex, the physical
aspect of sex, would cause Ellen to cry out, and her
arms and legs would be frail in all directions at times
when she reached the pinnacle her release.
Ellen recalled how many times when she would climax,
and she would have uncontrollable bouts of crying and
sobbing because of the strong orgasms that tore through
her body. On more than one occasion, Barry had
threatened to take her to Europe, and having she become
a prostitute that adorned one of the windows, the
customers strolling the streets chose, as he wanted to
hide in the room and hear what some other man thought
when she cried out.
On two separate vacations, they had engaged in
swinging, and each time, it had been a threesome with
another man. The first time was with a married man who
was on a business trip and staying in the hotel they
were in. He was a robust size man, and he wasn’t as
endowed in the sexual department as Barry, but he could
go for ten to fifteen minutes before going off. Ellen
was taken three times by the man that night, and twice
by Barry, and after the man left, her husband rode her
for what must have been a half hour.
The second time she and Barry engaged in swinging, were
on a business trip they had taken to Chicago, and as
they both owned their company, and worked together,
they had traveled to the Windy City. The final night of
the trip, they attended a private meal and the private
dinning room overlooked the city.
They were seated next to one of the guest, who was a
handsome and personality plus, large black retired
sports star. They enjoyed speaking together, and after
the dinner, the three of them decided to continue the
evening over cocktails in the lobby lounge.
Ellen was never certain how they decided to party, but
Barry always said she had asked the black man if he’d
like to share intimate time with them, and did he
understand what she had asked. There was no doubt that
somehow the black man had understood, and that night
she was taken over and over, and he was absolutely
brutal, in his driving his black organ into her body.
The one thing, making the evening memorable for Ellen,
was viewing the dark phallus of the man. Even now,
Ellen still believed it was so dark, it appeared to be
iridescent purple, in extremely brilliant and lustrous
pigmentation of color.
When Barry wasn’t enjoying the feeling of his thick and
large penis, driving in and out of her sex, and feeling
the thick loads of cum from the black man, he was
dumping his own cream into her body. Barry had said
that the two of them had ridden her ten times, from
around eleven in the evening until nearly five the
following morning.
Ellen knew she had never experienced such sexual
rutting before, and her labia and mons were bruised
from the hard pounding the large black man had given
her. Even her husband, her dear Barry, had driven his
thick stalk deep into her, he had also pounded his
pubic bone so hard against her sex, she wanted to
strike his face.
For three days, after the long night of sex, the area
surrounding her sexual opening was so sore, Ellen had
trouble even allowing the pressure of her pantyhose to
press against her mons and labia, and she had to wear
thigh high stockings.
The delivery crew brought the hot tub just a few
minutes after Jeff had left for school the day of his
school’s homecoming game. Installing the unit took most
of the morning, as it required they dismantle it into
sections to get it through the doorway on the back
porch. Once it was installed, and the water was
entering the tub, the one man who was installing the
unit, commented how he thought putting the large water
line in for filling the tub was a terrific idea. It was
another fifteen minutes before the tub was full, the
heater turned on, and checking to ensure everything
worked as they were supposed to do.
While waiting for the water to fill, Ellen had fixed
cups of coffee for the men and herself, and served them
some Danish. The one workman, Ted, asked, "Are you by
chance related to the Baltimore quarterback?"
Feeling pride in knowing someone was asking of her son,
Ellen replied, "Yes, he is my son, and even though he
picked out this unit, he is not aware it is being
installed today, as he is all hyped about the
homecoming game this evening."
"I’ll tell you, he is the best quarterback Baltimore
has ever had, and he throws that ball like a pro, he’s
the best!"
After the men left, Ellen was tempted to undress and
slip into the hot tub, as she watched the water running
from the jets. The one man had told her to let it run
until the water was warm and the chemicals were mixed
so it was safe.
"No," Ellen, spoke out loud, "I want to share it with
Jeff, his first time." Even being alone, her comment
caused her to be embarrassed, as she had meant "his
first time" to reflect in the tub, and yet she knew
deep in her heart, if he wanted her, she would not help
nor hinder Jeff to take her.
The game was close, and neither offense could cross the
other’s goal line. For the 58-minutes, the defense on
both teams would not give up a touchdown, then with
just under 2-minutes left in the game, Jeff found he
was leading his team down the field. The game clock
showed 1-minute and 12-seconds left in the game, and
Baltimore was only 25-yards from a touchdown, and had
just made a first-down.
Jeff, knowing he could win the game, in the next few
plays, Jeff, heard his left-end, who had just carried
the play in from the coach, to do a hand-off to the
tail back, up the center. As Jeff started the count, he
saw the defense move for a blitz, and he called an
audible, and sent his tight-end out long. As the blitz
rushed him, Jeff took three, then four steps back, and
throw a perfect pass to his tight-end, now running at
the 3-yard line.
Senior tight-end Junior Mason, who had not caught a
pass all night, reached out, and his hands caught the
ball, and crossing the goal line all alone, gave the
Baltimore team a 6 - 0 lead, and with less than a
minute to play. The extra point was good, and the
Baltimore fans watched as the extra point attempt split
the goal post.
The Baltimore defense held the opponents for the next
four plays, and with only 4-seconds to play, Jeff took
the ball from the center, and simply fell onto the
ground. Baltimore won their homecoming game, and Jeff’s
coach, in the locker room heaped praise on his quick
thinking quarterback.
The team all stopped at the local hangout, and it was
nearly 2:00 A. M. When Jeff, walked into the house, and
found his mother sleeping on the sofa. Looking at his
mother, Jeff could see she was wearing a short gown,
and as he looked at her, Ellen stirred, and as she
moved, her legs curled up so she was in a fetal
position on the sofa.
Standing next to the sofa, Jeff reached out and lightly
tapped his mother on her shoulder, telling her, "Mom,
I’m sorry for being late, but you should get up and go
to bed."
The touch had awakened Ellen, and as her eyes opened,
she saw her handsome 17-year-old son telling her it was
time to go to bed. Reaching her hand out, Ellen caught
her son’s hand in hers, and pulled her self up from the
sofa. Paying no attention to how her legs unfolded, and
allowed the sleeping gown to rise above her thighs,
Ellen did not consider that her panties were visible to
her son’s gazing at the area between her inner legs.
After standing, Ellen reached out and hugged and told
her son, "You were perfect tonight, and everyone was
telling me what a great job you did as the star of the
game." "We all stopped at Murphy’s Irish Pub, for
drinks after the game, and you would have thought I had
thrown that pass, the way I was praised by what you had
done."
Then Ellen remembered, "Come with me, I want to show
you something." Ellen, lead her son out onto the porch,
and their was a hot tub, with a slight mist of steam
raising from the water, as the cool fall night air was
making a slight fog like mist over the tub’s warm
water. The soft blue lights in the bottom of the tub,
and along the sides, gave the water a welcoming sight
to Jeff.
"Mom, can we get in," and as he spoke, Jeff was
removing his clothes, and as she watched, Ellen saw her
son become nude in less than a half-minute?
Looking at Jeff, Ellen simply pulled the short gown
over her head, and then eased her panties down over her
legs. The climbed into the hot tub, one on each side,
and as if they were part of a team, both eased into the
water at the same time. They moved to the wide bench
which they had found to be one of the main reasons for
purchasing this particular hot tub.
Jeff pulled his mother into his arms, and the move
wasn’t meant to be sexual in nature, but just a
movement of thanking her and wanting to hold her for
being with him. Ellen allowed her body to be pulled
against the large chest of her son, and without any
direction on her part, her right hand fell down and was
laying over his growing erection. Her hands, had its
own idea, and the fingers on Ellen’s right hand, were
soon attempting to encircle the thick, and now firm
manhood of her son.
For several minutes, the thought that she was the
mother of the boy whose erections she was holding, was
assuredly becoming excited in wanting more than a
simple gripping of the penis she was holding.
Jeff moved his hands and one cupped her breast, while
the other was touching between the legs, and finding
the warm and willing sex hidden between his mother’s
thighs. Standing up in the water, Jeff moved until he
was able to step from the hot tub. Then he assisted his
mother to move up and out of the tub, also.
Nothing was spoken, and they moved over to the large
glider a few feet from the hot tub, and Jell spread a
large beach towel on the seat of the glider. Ellen lay
back, and made no sign of resistance on her part of
what she knew was about to occur. Laying back on the
glider, with one leg hanging down over the edge of the
glider, and her foot resting on the porch floor, her
body was open to her son.
Jeff paused only long enough to view the image of the
sexual goddess spread out before him, then he was
moving, then nestled on top of the woman who was
waiting him to take her. The woman, who had born him,
was now ready to receive his manly erection into her
female core. He moaned out, no actual words, but his
penis found the warm and wet opening between his
mother’s legs, and yet he could not in his
inexperience, get his thick manhood’s head to part the
gapping liquid gap before him.
Ellen reached down, and her hand guided the massive
thickness to the exact center, at the point where her
labia awaited the first penetration by a stiff erection
in more than seven years. "UMMM, OHHHH, YESSS, OH JEFF,
YESSS," Ellen sobbed out in complete release as the
firm stalk moved completely into her clinging sex, and
it finally reached as deep as it could probe.
There was a slight discomfort, as even her husband had
not reached into her sex as deep as she felt her son
had moved into her in one shove. There was no
preliminary in and out moves, Jeff in his lack of
knowledge of sex, had simply shoved into the hot and
wet opening, and then pressed tightly against the fatty
mons.
"OHHHH, MOMMMMYYYYY, OH I’M IN YOU, AUGHHHHH, IT’S
HAPPENING MOTHER!" With his first time to enter the
body of a woman, in that of a sexual joining, Jeff had
shoved deep into the hot and central female core of a
woman, and when he was fully incased in the tightly
gripping sex, he emptied his cum deep in the womb of
the woman, his mother. The smooth thighs of his mother
were wrapped around his legs, and Ellen had them
secured tightly around her son, by crossing her ankles,
ensuring her son did not remove himself from her body.
"Lay on me, just stay in me, and try to stroke in and
out just a slight amount, and you will stay hard,"
Ellen whispered at her son. She had a few tears in her
eyes, as she had felt the stalk of a man, even if it
was that which belonged to a teenage boy, and her own
child. "Oh, Jeff, I loved feeling you enter me, and
then knowing I was getting your manly cream, oh Jeff,
I’m coming, JEFF, I’M CUMMING! AUGH! YESSS!"
For the first time in her life, Ellen had reached an
orgasm with a man, and he was simply buried deep into
her soul, not just her body, but deep in her soul. Then
she felt her son becoming firm, and then he was making
small strokes, and she knew her son was inexperienced,
but he was going to take her like a man, and fill her
once more with his sperm filled semen, and she cried
out once more in release.
They moved from the glider on the porch, and up to
Ellen’s bedroom, and they were soon, and they echoed
each others climax. The night turned into morning, and
they lay entangled in each others arms and legs. The
clock said noon, when the phone rang, and...
When Jeff next woke, he found that he was being
masturbated lightly by his mother’s hand, and he was
hard, and he moved so he was once more laying between
the firm and silky thighs of his parent. This time,
Jeff knew the way to enter the sex that was awaiting
his firm penis, and as he slowly moved back and forth
in the tight sex of his mother, Jeff finally had
reached the depth he could reach.
"Jeff, you are so thick and so long, gawd, even your
father wasn’t as long as you, oh gawd my son, fuck me,
yeah, fuck me like that. Uaugh! You’re so deep! I'm
getting it! Auhhhhh!"
Ellen was beyond caring how her words sounded, she was
being made a woman after waiting for seven years, and
she knew that her life was now worthwhile. How long it
would last between her and her son, Ellen didn’t care,
he was giving her what she had denied herself for so
long. Then she cried out, "Jeff, you can have me
whenever you want me, just take me, I’m ready again!"
After Jeff went off, they walked to the hot tub and
climbed in, and after ten minutes, they got out of the
flowing water, and took a shower together. They
dressed, and Jeff drove then to a restaurant for a much
needed meal. After leaving the restaurant, Jeff looked
at his mother, and asked her, "Mom, did I do it like
the way you like?"
For the time they had together before Jeff went to
college, and even after that, they would enjoy the sex
between themselves. Jeff met a lovely girl during his
junior year in college, and he asked his mother if she
would object if he married, Rene’? They were married
during the last quarter of his senior year. The weekend
before he and Rene’ were married, he enjoyed sex with
his mother all weekend.
For Ellen, the time to curtail the sexually and
incestuous relationship with her son, needed to end,
and the pending marriage of her son and Rene’ was the
perfect reason to stop their wonderful times together.
At the wedding, Ellen met a man who was the uncle of
Rene’, Uncle Barton, and they were married a year
later, and took a cruise to Europe and back.
When Barton asked if she had remained true to the
memory of her ex-husband, as Rene’ had told her family,
she smiled and simply replied, "Yes, I kept my memories
close and personal, but I don’t wish to say more, is
that all right with you, my love?"
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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