("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text


















--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  All rights reserved. Thank you for your 
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

My Son’s Birthday Present
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A special birthday present on my son's twelfth 
birthday. (F/b, ped, inc, 1st)

***

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.

END

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
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.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Kristen's collection - Directory 72