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My Son’s Birthday Present
by Anonymous (address withheld)
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A special birthday present on my son's twelfth
birthday. (F/b, ped, inc, 1st)
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What I have written below is true in every detail. I
have withheld my name for reasons that are obvious.
When I was fifteen years old, I was made pregnant by
a separated, middle-aged man. I was young enough to
believe that he loved me but, of course, he didn’t.
As soon as he learned that I was having his baby he
left me and went back to his wife. Soon after, he
moved to another town and I never heard from him
again.
I gave birth to a baby boy, just before my sixteenth
birthday and raised him with help from my family, who
were extremely well-off. I had been told that I could
have no more children after his birth, although there
were times when I wished I could have had a daughter.
That is the background to my story, which begins on
my son’s twelfth birthday. That day, we had been
shopping when an icy storm drenched us as we walked
home. We were shivering by the time we reached the
house, and I suggested to my son that we took a hot
bath to warm up. I had often bathed with my son
before, without any real thought about it.
When we got out of the bath, I began to towel my son
off, as I always did. This time, however, his young
cock stood up stiff and straight. I don’t know why,
but I knelt down in front of him and took his
erection into my mouth, as I had done many times
before. I had always kept it there for no more than a
few seconds, but this time something happened that
was to change both our lives.
My son stiffened and he began sliding his cock in and
out of my mouth, holding my head as he did so, He was
looking into my eyes, and seemed to be begging me not
to stop.
Without thinking, I began to give him blowjob and
realized that I wanted him to come in my mouth. I
hadn’t had sex with a man since the day I told his
father that I was having a baby. It was not long
before I heard my son gasping and felt his warm,
salty spunk shooting to the back of my throat. I
swallowed all of it, and continued sucking him until
his balls were empty.
When it was over, I got up and told my son to
continue drying himself. I went to my room and lay on
the bed. Opening my legs wide, I began rubbing and
stroking my enflamed clit. I was sex-crazed now, and
desperately wanted an orgasm. After a few minutes, I
became aware that my son was standing by my bed,
watching me. He had another erection, and the sight
of his rampant young cock was more that I could
stand.
Asking him to lie down, I straddled him, inserting
his cock into my hot pussy as I did so. Then I began
to fuck him, frantically attempting to bring myself
off. It didn’t take long.
I screamed and shook as my orgasm surged through my
body, the first I had had with a real cock in more
than twelve years. When my come subsided, I slid from
my son and lay beside him, telling him that he could
come over me and fuck me.
He did just that, fucking me hard and fast although
it was his first fuck. One minute later, he groaned,
and I felt his young cock jerking off as his spunk
flooded my aching vagina. He fucked me twice more
that morning before he was completely satisfied.
We fucked on every possible occasion after that, I
taught him how to lick my slit and suck my clit, and
how to have a sixty-niner. He became so adept at
tonguing me that my orgasms often left me completely
exhausted for many hours after.
He was twenty-two when he told me that he wanted to
marry a girl he had met. We didn’t fuck again until
almost two years after his marriage, during which
time I had also married a man who I had met at my
son’s wedding.
My son’s wife had a bad time giving birth to their
daughter, and became frigid, and always refused my
son’s advances, even though she still loved him very
much, and he loved her.
His frustration built up until one day he took time
off from work and came to my house. In the hallway,
he held me and kissed me. I could feel his erection
pressing into me as he raised my skirt and pulled
down my panties. Without a word he slid his nine
inches into me and began fucking me with my back
against the wall.
My husband’s cock was less than seven inches, and
nowhere near as thick as my son’s. Furthermore he
fucked me no more than twice a month. Whenever I
masturbated, which was several times a day, I had
visions of my son’s cock giving me the fucking I
craved.
As I felt my son’s cock sliding up and down my cunt,
I began to move with him, grinding my pubes into his.
I managed to control my orgasm until his cock jerked
off inside me, bringing me off almost simultaneously.
He fucked me again half an hour later as we lay
fondling and kissing on the sofa.
He fucks me at least one morning a week now. It
drives me crazy, and I know we can never again stop.
Incest is a drug, more powerful than any of the
banned substances. You can never get it out of your
mind, and never resist an opportunity for it. I’m
sixty now, and we are still lovers as we were when he
was twelve years old.
There is nothing in the above that is the result of
my imagination. To us, incest is the most natural and
wonderful thing in the world. I firmly believe that
sex between a man and a woman, albeit between mother
and son or father and daughter, is much more natural
than sex between people of the same sex, though I
most cer1tainly do not condemn the latter. In fact,
my only criterion is that both parties enjoy it.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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