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Our Beginning
by Flinders (no address provided)
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My story is a long one beginning when life seemed to be
at its lowest ebb. I had lost my partner, I was isolated
from my family's support and I had to leave my near
completed university course to take care of my young
son. (F/M-teen, underage, inc, voy, rom)
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Our Integration: mother and son become lovers
This is my story about an ethical dilemma. It is about
my progressively expanding motivations and my inevitable
and inerasable erotic transgressions. It was my most
important life-changing experiences to this date. These
experiences are now seen as filled with both
satisfaction and immense enjoyment.
My story is a long one beginning when life seemed to be
at its lowest ebb. I had lost my partner, I was isolated
from my family's support and I had to leave my near
completed university course to take care of my young
son. In retrospection, life looked pretty poorly and it
was looking to get more difficult in the future.
Luckily being resourceful I was able to gain employment,
meagre for sure, find acceptable accommodation and have
my son thrive at school. We lived peacefully for the
next six years not getting rich but having a pleasant
and cheerful existence nevertheless. I finally restarted
my studies completing my medical coarse a year ago.
Several years later I was able to slowly establish my
own local practise with a stable patient clientele in a
smallish country village. My son grew strong and was
successful in his studies ready to shift to year 10 that
January. After a hard start we were optimistic and
seriously happy.
During this time I had suppressed my ego along with its
associated libido. I was well aware that my past
interpersonal failures were my responsibilities and I
did not want to repeat those failings. I had also become
very independent allowing my emotional outlets to be
solely focused on my son, my practise and my home. Ted
was now sixteen and finishing yet another spurt of
growth.
Being just two individuals together our lives were
deeply integrated. Our relationships were free and open
with each other in all matter of things. So it was not
surprising that eroticism eventually arose subtly
between us with deeply penetrating roots. This effect on
our lives was strong and pervasive and once these
feelings were initiated, willfully reinforced and
carefully nurtured they were all encompassing and
irreversible.
Being an open relationship Ted was unrestricted in how
he expressed himself. Yet I was startled one Saturday
afternoon when I watched Ted masturbating in the garden
after he finished mowing the lawn. He was seated at the
picnic table secluded from view except from my vantage
point in the laundry room window.
As I watched him I realised that I had not made any
attempt to formally inform him of the emotional changes
he had or would experience. I had noticed previously
that he was full of pubic hair that was rich and shiny
black and I admit, I had fantasized about his sexuality.
His anatomy was muscular and balanced and he was
handsome. Feeling intrusive watching his activity I was
about to just leave him be and leave.
But then I noticed that his erection was full and
measured to be of mature size. It was strikingly
beautiful and I became aware that I was emotionally
intrigued, stimulated and fascinated about my son's
erotic behaviour. I sat down at the window to watch
feeling rather guilty but strangely privileged at the
same time.
As he proceeded to masturbate I was taken by his
proficiency. It made me understand he had been
masturbating for some time and was well-practiced at the
art of autoeroticism. After about a half-hour of very
slow sensual activity I watched him spontaneously orgasm
with a heavy stream of semen arching from his lap. It
was creamy white and lasted through several substantial
squirts. It was clear that Ted was exhausted.
I too was excited and more so than I had been in years.
He stood up to walk away when I noticed that he was
still erect. Then out of his pocket he withdrew a soft-
bone coloured probe that looked like a short pencil, I
estimate to be some five inches in length. It had a
bulbous extrusion at one end and a tapered shaft at the
other. A soft cord was attached to the tapered end.
As I watched, he proceed to insert the bulbous end into
his urethra slowly pushing it up into his penis until it
disappeared entirely except for the strand of cord
remaining extended from his penis tip. Without further a
due he lifted his erect penis into his shorts and zipped
up his fly. I noticed that he wore no briefs so
obviously he had prepared for this activity in advance.
He then proceeded to push the mower towards the garage.
I was spell bound with intrigued.
I was well acquainted with the use of genital sounds
having enjoyed enlarging my urethra many times in the
past years, though I hadn't used them in quite some
time. I would normally wear them over several weeks
stretching my urethra until it enlarged to its limit of
permanent stretch with 13mm diameter being my limit. I'd
then stop its use for a few months whilst my urethra
would shrink back to its normal 6-7mm diameter and I
could again urinate with some control. At the height of
my expansion I had a sound, not unlike Ted's specimen. I
would wear internally during the day letting it
stimulate me. Although I too was well practiced in the
art of autoeroticism I was sure I had never exposed my
behaviour to Ted. So I remained intrigued.
As I got up I sensed my wetness. My vaginal area was
absolutely soaked and I had created a sizable stain on
the chair's cushion. As I bent over to examine the stain
I orgasmed with deep electric sensations scattered
throughout my body causing me to have mild spasms as the
reaction vibrated through me. All I could do was sit
down once more until the stimulation waned. This was the
first spontaneous orgasm I had had in years and it was
both exhilarating and disturbing. I sat quietly trying
to work out what had just happened. It was very
exciting.
I decided almost immediately to let my libido have its
freedom and to explore my son's libido at the same time.
Without a second thought I made my way to the garage
where Ted had pushed the mower. I found Ted cleaning the
machine and about to put it away. I simply walked up to
him and reached for his fly and pulled it down. I guess
I surprised Ted because he stepped back as his still
firm erection fell out of his cut offs. The silk string
attached to the sound was hanging from his penis tip so
I grabbed it pulling it slowly from his penis. I looked
up at Ted to see him close his eyes and relax his
stance.
Seconds later I held the sound by its string watching
his penis swell until it was as full and hard as before.
I was so over come I immediately knelt down and draw
Ted's erection into my mouth. I instantly tasted his
semen spray on top of my tongue stimulating me to
swallow it quickly, never actually having sucked on his
penis. He had spontaneously ejaculated form nothing more
than feeling the sound being removed. He gasped and I
moaned from the sensation of ingesting his warm semen.
It was clear that what had just taken place was enjoyed
by both of us and each understood this realisation.
Seconds passed when I realised that Ted's penis was
still erect so I began to suck gently. Ted grasped my
head reciprocating the bond and stood still until he
obviously could not coup with the sensation then stood
back. "Mom, Its too sensitive, sorry." was his
explanation. Before I could respond he knelt down in
front of me and kissed me. The kiss was not tentative
but very erotic and sensual totally surprising me. It
lasted a minute or two when he released me saying, "I
need to let my sperm build up, I'll be quick, I
promise."
I was taken back that while I had initiated the sex Ted
was now organising the active seduction. Without any
further conversation he lent over and began undressing
me. My blouse, bra were removed when he asked me to
stand up so he could remove my shorts and knickers. Once
naked he gasped my hips and pulled my open stance
forward until he was able to kiss my vulva. His tongue
explored the surfaces before he inserted it into my
vagina and commenced to lick me softly until he located
my swollen clitoris, which was swollen so he was able to
suck on directly.
This time I held the back of his head as he administered
cunnilingus. I had forgotten it felt so wonderful. I
opened my thighs to afford Ted as much access as
possible finally orgasming minutes later. My knees
weakened as he pulled me to the lawn. Once in the sun he
stopped and quickly lay on his back. He then spoke and
invited me to mount him. Without hesitation I did just
that.
Holding his penis I aligned it directly between my
vaginal lips then lowed my pelvis feeling my son's penis
gently push open my labia before smoothly entering me.
"Ride me Mom" was all that was said. Once he was inside
me I simply rocked forward and back until I orgasmed
before I felt the sensation of Ted's sperm spraying
against my cervix. I was exhausted and collapsed on to
his chest still mentally absorbed in the satisfying
sensations. He was breathing hard as his chest rose and
fell under me. Minutes passed as I slowly came back to
reality.
I had just experienced sexual intercourse with my son
and it was the most pleasant sensation I can remember.
Ted was holding me to him when he said "Sorry" as I felt
his flaccid penis fall from my vagina. "No Ted, you were
wonderful. Please don't be sorry because I want us to do
this again." I sat up and looked down at Ted who had a
questioning look on his face.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes, as often as we can," I replied.
"Wouldn't you get pregnant?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. I guess we'll see, wouldn't we?" was my
considered reply.
END
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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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