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November Rain
Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

Stephanie Seymour gives her son an early birthday 
present: a trip to St. Bart's, just the two of them. 
Unexpected weather conditions change things up more than 
expected. (F/m, inc, 1st, oral, mast, celeb-parody)

***
	
Author's Note: This is my fantasy about what happened in 
St. Bart's in 2010 between Stephanie Seymour (born July 
23, 1968) and son Peter Brant, Jr (born December 1993). 
I'm sure you've seen the beach "scandal" photos of what 
went on between the two. Damn, Peter is one lucky son! 
;-)

I'm taking many liberties with this story (including 
making Peter an only child and weather conditions). So 
let's just consider it another alternate reality story.

Also, I'm sure some of you will realize WHY I chose this 
particular title when I decided last night that I wanted 
to write this story.

Well, on with the story... G

***

Stephanie was getting antsy. She had planned on 
surprising her son Peter with a trip to St. Bart's for 
his seventeenth birthday in December. They had always 
been very, very close and Stephanie loved spending time 
with him.

But she really needed to get away and threw caution to 
the wind. She changed her travel arrangements to 
November, pulled Peter out and they headed down to the 
tropical island.

At first they had an amazing time, especially on the 
beach. Neither knew they were being photographed (not 
that that affects the rest of this story) nor did they 
care as the mother and son embraced often in any 
unmotherly/unsonly way.

But things took a nosedive when the monsoon hit. 
Stephanie hadn't planned carefully and didn't know a 
monsoon was coming (in a way it was a surprise to St. 
Bart's as well).
	
The heavy rains put a damper on the mother and son's 
outdoor fun.

Fortunately, Stephanie had rented a house in a location 
where they had no worries about flooding, mudslides or 
the like.

They were at the beach at the time when the sudden, 
unexpected monsoon hit. The radio in the car said it was 
unknown when the heavy rains would end, so Stephanie and 
Peter (still in their swimsuits) went to the store on 
the way back to the rented house to buy supplies for two 
weeks. Stephanie hoped it would be enough.

The house was well-built and the sound of rain barely 
penetrated the walls and roof.

The temperature quickly dropped and they decided to put 
the fireplace in Stephanie's room to good use. There was 
a good supply of logs that would last for at least a 
month. Peter started a fire and the mother and son 
cuddled by the fire.

Questions had always circled the two about whether they 
were engaged in a sexual relationship. The truth was 
they were not, though they were unusually close.
	
So having her son lay against her with his head against 
her 34D bosom wasn't sexual at all for the forty-one 
year old but still hot 38-26-37 mom.

At least not at first anyway.

It became a ritual to spend the day in front of the 
fireplace cuddled as they were. But after being alone 
with her son in that small space for three days, 
Stephanie noticed a change. In herself and her son.

One thing she noticed was Peter had developed an 
erection laying against her. Stephanie had to admit she 
was proud a teenage boy would get hard for his "old 
mom".

She didn't think Peter had ever gotten hard for her 
before. It didn't seem a big enough deal to bother to 
bring up, plus she didn't want to embarrass the boy.

But she found herself curious about his young cock. It 
felt so big against her.

Stephanie slid her hand done and ran her manicured nails 
over the outline of his cock through his shorts.

"Oh, my," She thought. "He is a big one..."

Peter never said a word, and Stephanie knew her son was 
awake.

She decided to slip her hand inside of his shorts to 
feel his large penis first hand. Stephanie saw nothing 
incestuous about wanting to touch and hold her own son's 
cock.

As soon as her fingers touch the bare flesh of his hard 
shaft, Peter exhaled loudly. Stephanie smiled.

His cock was so warm. And it began to throb. She was so 
proud that she had made him this hard.

Also feeling she had an obligation to relieve him since 
she had been responsible for making her son hard, 
Stephanie wrapped her soft hand around Peter's cock and 
began to masturbate him. He let out a small gasp, then 
sighed.

Not a word was said between the two as Stephanie stroked 
her son's large cock. His pressed his head more firmly 
to his mother's large breast. She bit her lip as her 
nipples stiffened.

Stephanie stoked his cock faster. Peter began to moan. 
This made her want to make him cum even more.

She kept increasing her pace as he clung to her, his 
moans growing louder and his body trembling against 
hers.

He didn't even last ten minutes.
	
Her son grunted, thrusting his hips forward as he began 
to jizz in his shorts and all over Stephanie's hand.

She stopped masturbating him as he pumped his cock in 
and out of her delicate hand, spewing copious amounts of 
jizz.

Finally he sighed and let his body come to rest.

Stephanie slid her hand out of Peter's shorts. It was a 
cummy mess. She still didn't consider what she'd done as 
incestuous, even when she ate his cum off of her hand, 
enjoying the flavor and texture.

***

The next day Peter got hard again as they cuddled 
together.

"Stand up," She said softly to her son.

When Peter stood, his mother pushed down hid shorts, 
gasping once she exposed his large penis. It was so 
amazing, she thought to herself.

Stephanie took his cock in her hand and bent it forward, 
making him groan. Then she moved her head forward and 
sank her mouth around her son's cock. He groaned.

The truth was, Peter had never gotten a hand job before, 
nor a blow job. He'd never even been with a girl before, 
his mother's love more than enough.

Stephanie didn't get to suck cock often. She considered 
herself pretty good. None of the guys she blew every 
complained. And to Peter what his mother was doing was 
the most amazing thing in the world. She'd have been 
pleased to know how he felt.

Stephanie bobbed her head along his thick shaft, moaning 
as she sucked him. She loved the taste of cock, 
especially his cock.

Peter moaned, placing his hands on her shoulders. His 
mother began to suck him faster and rougher. He loved 
it.

He tried to hold back, tried to last longer than 
yesterday. But he couldn't. He grunted, thrust his hips 
forward and began to cum in his own mother's mouth.

It never occurred to him what his mother was doing was 
incest. All he knew was she made him feel SO good.

Like yesterday, Stephanie stopped and let Peter take 
over. He faced fucked her as he spewed his thick cream 
into her mouth. She quickly swallowed down each bolt as 
it filled her mouth, his lovely cream as she thought of 
it.

Eight or nine heavy, satisfying spurts she drank down, 
almost getting drunk on his creamy, intoxicating liquid.

With a moan, Peter's softening cock slipped from his 
mother mouth and he slid to his knees, a satisfied look 
across his young face. It pleased Stephanie to see that 
look.

She was starting to realize what she'd done the past two 
days to her son no ordinary mother would do to her own 
son. And Stephanie realized she didn't seem at all 
bothered by that revelation.

When Peter entered his mother's bedroom the following 
day, she lay before the fireplace on the thick carpeting 
completely naked.

He had never seen his mother naked before. In her skimpy 
bikinis and sometimes bra and panties, but never naked. 
He hadn't seen any females naked before, in person or in 
magazines or on the internet.

Peter drank in his mother's beauty. Her body was still 
firm and amazing, her breasts capped with large, dark 
areolae and her pussy masked by a sea of dark brown 
curls.

Without a word, he pushed down his shorts, his large 
cock bobbing in front of him, throbbing obscenely.

There was no doubt in Stephanie's mind that this 
unnatural mother/son love was incest, something very 
natural to her.

In Peter's mind on the other hand, all he knew was he 
was about to fuck his mother.

Stephanie sat up and reached for her son's forbidden 
cock. She gave it a few loving suck then gently tugged 
Peter down to her by his cock as she lay back and spread 
her firm thighs.

He mounted her and she guided his cock into her cauldron 
of lust.

As soon as he sank into her, Peter groaned loudly, never 
having felt such a sensation in his life. Wait until he 
got to fuck his mother's ass.

Instinctively, he began to pump in and out of her, as 
she placed her hands on his muscular butt and pulled him 
into her deeper and deeper.

It didn't take long to induce her first of many orgasms 
with her son. She screamed in pleasure as he fucked her 
harder and harder.

Of course at that breakneck pace Peter was bound to jizz 
quick.

And he did.

He made her orgasm three times before he came inside of 
her pussy, not even thinking he should have pulled out 
of her. Fortunately he never lost his erection this time 
and kept on fucking his mother.

Having orgasmed, he calmed down and slowed his pace 
some. He pounded her pussy to orgasm after orgasm, her 
body writhing and convulsing under him, her perfect ass 
getting rug burn.

Peter surprisingly lasted fifty minutes the second time, 
spraying his mother's insides with another heavy, health 
load.

After, they lay there on the floor, in their more than 
mother/son embrace, they had always been close, now much 
closer than ever... 

THE END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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