From: an412639@anon.penet.fi Reply-To: an412639@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest Subject: NEW In Training 1/2 (mF, inc, exhib, mild SM) Date: Tue, 19 Dec 1995 09:37:32 UTC Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Message-ID: <094302Z19121995@anon.penet.fi> This is my first story. If you like it, email me. If you are under eighteen, don't email me, email your parents and ask them if they care that you are reading porn on the net. When I was much younger (young teens) I thought all the weird sexual kinks people have were hysterically funny. I don't think those kinks are contagious. If you are bent in a certain way, these odd things will appeal to your sexual nature. If you aren't, they will most likely seem elaborate, clinical, Byzantine (ask your parents what that means), and mostly really funny. Sermon over. In Training 1/2 by Paraclete 1. I remember when I was seventeen my relationship with my mom changed. It was after we moved to New Jersey when my dad got a big promotion. We lived in a big house and had a lot of nice stuff but we didn't really know anybody there. Everything was a little strange to us then. My dad seemed to work constantly, and my mom had a lot of time on her hands, despite holding down a part time job. As for myself, I had always been shy around girls, and spent most of the time working out in the gym. Between lifting weights and my schoolwork it seemed like I didn't have much time for a social life. I thought about sex constantly, though. I remember one Friday night, when my dad was working late, as usual, and I had struck out on another attempt at a proper date. "Proper" means getting some pussy, or at least getting off. I came into the den and sat down next to Mom on the couch. I probably should describe her here. Mom had been one of my dad's students when they met, and if he hadn't gotten her pregnant, its doubtful she would have married him. She's about 37 now, but still in great shape. She's petite, with long curly red hair and what frankly is a great, curvy body. She is an extremely sexy lady, with an odd little pouty expression which drives the men around her crazy. Dad and I always teased her about how she looked like a Penthouse model, with her 36-26-38 figure. She would always blush at these remarks, which only made her look even prettier. Anyway, I found myself home early again on a Friday night, and Mom must have noticed the hangdog expression I had on my face. "Hey Buddy, what's got you down? Why aren't you out with your friends?" " I don't know. My date didn't work out." "Hmm. Well, tell me what happened." "I don't know. It seems like whenever I get alone with a girl and we start making out, she wants to stop. And then that's the end of it. It's almost like I'm doing something wrong. I can't really talk about it" She stared at me with her big green eyes as if she were thinking something over. "Then show me." "Are you serious?" "Of course, silly. It's no big deal. Just relax and show me what you do." There was a silence. She moved closer to me on the couch and wrapped her arms around me. I held her to me and felt her breasts pressing against me. This seemed totally weird to me, but I was also getting a little turned on. My mom always had a teasing way about her, especially around my dad, but I had never expected something like this. So after a moment I leaned forward and kissed her, hard on the mouth. "Whoa," she said, pulling back, "Not so hard. Listen, it's no wonder girls are a little reluctant to make out with you if you're that rough with them. You have to take your time, be a little more gentle, sweetie. Come here," she said, smiling and drawing me close to her. I took a deep breath as she slowly and sensuously pressed her moist lips on mine. She held them there for a moment that seemed like an eternity. Her lips were closed, but moving on mine. I could feel her breathing harder, and my cock was getting stiff when with a smack she pulled away. "There," she breathed, "wasn't that nicer?" I had to admit it was. It felt great to be there with Mom, snuggled together and kissing like lovers. I was definitely getting excited. And as an unexpected bonus she seemed to be getting somewhat hot and bothered herself. "Let's try it again", she said. This time I did as she had shown me and gently kissed her. She surprised me by slowly parting her lips and pushing her hot little tongue into my mouth. I was learning fast. I kissed her passionately and she responded like she was really getting excited. I felt like I was going to fall over, my head was spinning so fast. Mom broke it off, giving me four or five little kisses and then going for it, a real lip-locked, tonsil-swabbing soul kiss. After a little while of nipping and sucking on each other's mouths, she bit down on my lower lip which resulted in my cock spurting in my pants. I gasped and let her go. I was never so embarrassed, but if Mom noticed she didn't let on. She giggled and seemed pleased. From that night on, if Mom and I were alone we would make out. She saw it as part of her motherly duty to give me training in how to treat a woman. She seemed to think it was cute to have a teenager so horny he would fuck a tree lusting after her. She also kept it from getting out of hand, at least at first. I tried to feel her tits, and she would stop me, most times. After a while if I wasn't too obvious she seemed to let it go. Her nipples generally were hard and pushing against whatever top she was wearing, and usually I could rub against them without getting stopped. In spite of her attempts to control the situation, I would inevitably push the envelope. She seemed to think this was healthy, and did little to put me off until I crossed some invisible line. She was strictly off limits below the waist though. Nonetheless, we would often end up a make out session with her on top of me on the couch, straddling my leg. I know she got off more than once humping against me. I used to love watching her little ass as she bounced on my leg until she would shiver and come. Once I caressed her ass under her short skirt and she immediately put a stop to our sessions. And then eventually we would start in again. This sounds wild now, but at the time it seemed perfectly normal. Mom treated me great around the house, lavishing lots of hugs and kisses on me. I was clearly her favorite male. In the mornings she would kiss me goodbye, with it often lingering into a hot and heavy necking session. Occasionally I would pull her close to me, pressing my hard cock against her through her robe. Far from being offended at these times, Mom would rub her pussy on my bulge while sucking on each other's tongues, until one or both of us got off. She didn't seem to mind us cumming on each other, as long as we were both dressed when it happened. I took advantage of this every chance I got. One Saturday when Mom was in the kitchen, dressed in her silky little robe, I couldn't help admiring her fine round butt as she bent over. I moved behind her and gave her a hug, pushing my pajama-bound stiff cock up against her ass. Mom gasped and stood up slowly, letting me see her sheer panties as her robe settled back into place. She was flushed a bright red and seemed to have surprised herself a little, as she quickly left the room. 2. When Dad had to work late or travel, which was practically all the time, the two of us would go out to eat or to a movie. I was after Mom all the time now. The first time I tried to kiss Mom at the movies she pulled away, although she still held my hand. The next time I gently pulled her to me though, she succumbed. We were necking when I placed my hand on her knee, something I had tried several times before without success. This time she left it there, and I gently squeezed it. I was amazed to see her part her knees a little, so I slowly moved my hand up her leg, stroking it gently. Mom was breathing hard now, as the denim mini skirt she was wearing began to ride up her thighs. I think she was turned on by us making out where people could see us, because she never let me go this far before. I felt her smooth thighs for a bit, coaxing them apart. There was a couple a few seats away from us, and if they had glanced our way they would have seen a seventeen-year-old guy about to stroke the pussy of his horny young mother. I could see why Mom was getting so hot, I was about to blow my wad myself. I moved my hand to the juncture of her legs, and slowly, very slowly began stroking her pussy through her sheer panties. She was soaking wet and panting hard as she grabbed my wrist. She didn't try to remove my hand, she just gripped it tight as I pressed harder on her clit with a steady rhythm. Mom's head lolled back and a button came loose on her blouse, exposing much of her heaving breasts. She was close to coming when we saw the couple next to us notice what was going on. I turned her head to mine and extended my tongue deep in her mouth. That pushed Mom over the edge and she came hard, all over my hand. That was enough for me too, as my cock shot off in my pants, for about the hundredth time. Mom swiftly pulled my hand away from her creaming pussy and rearranged her skirt. We watched a little more of the movie and then headed home. We didn't talk much in the car, but I could tell Mom's mind was racing. As for me, I was ready to come somewhere other than in my sticky underwear. I was going to take Mommy to another level, and soon. Mom had other ideas though. The experience at the movie house had shaken her up. I don't think she had ever come that hard, but she started having second thoughts about the wisdom of getting so sexually involved with her son. I didn't see her that night and wondered what was up the next day when she said we needed to have a little talk. I joined her in the den and looked down at the serious look on her face. She had never seemed so beautiful. She took a deep breath and began. "Buddy, sit down. I need to talk to you about what's been going on between us. I used to think it was harmless... but things have gone way too far. No, don't say anything. I accept complete responsibility for this. I know it seems unfair to you now, but I should never have let it go on like this. We're heading someplace I really don't want us to go, and I need you to understand that." Mom stopped for a second and looked deep into my eyes. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Look baby, I've let things get out of hand, but it's got to stop." She eyes fell to the floor, and got up and left the room. After that it was a few weeks before I could get her alone again. Mom was clearly trying to avoid me, maybe hoping I would stop trying to get into her steamy little pants. She could give up that concept though. I'd had a taste of something I intended to get, and I knew eventually I would have her. Mom was too hot, just naturally a sexual person. I knew before long I could break her down and be fucking her any time and any way I wanted. 3. The following weekend was Halloween. Mom and Dad had a costume party to attend and I spent the evening getting stoned and watching videos, like usual. Dad came out dressed as Conan the Barbarian. He looked pretty funny in his foam rubber muscles and wig. Then Mom came down the stairs. She made an jaw dropping Barbarian Girl. She was wearing some kind of leather corset which barely covered her nipples, a studded dog collar and a fake fur wrap which did little to conceal her overflowing tits. Her hair and make-up were wild, but most incredible was the leather G-string which was basically all she was wearing on the lower half of her body. I think she was supposed to be wearing the fur wrap around her waist, but she didn't have it on as she bustled around the living room, her ass exposed, making ready to leave. I just couldn't believe Dad let her wear this thing - It would be a miracle if she didn't get arrested. Dad was in the kitchen as Mom walked by me and wiggled seductively. "How do I look, Buddy?" she asked in a low voice. "Good enough to eat," I replied as she responded by licking her lips lasciviously and sashaying by. I was on the verge of reaching out and grabbing her when Dad walked back into the room. He had a Thermos full of Mai Tais and two glasses as he went out to the car. "See you later, baby" Mom breathed to me as she gave me a lingering kiss and followed him out. This is all I needed. Once again she had me climbing the walls. I beat off thinking about the way Mom had looked in her costume, and what had happened the last time she had revealed her sexuality in public. They came home around three in the morning. I could tell they had had some kind of a fight because Dad came in and immediately staggered upstairs to bed without saying anything. Mom came in next, swaying and looking beat, dragging the fur wrap behind her. She sat down heavily next to me, seeming pretty drunk. I couldn't help looking down and seeing most of her pussy, barely concealed by the leather crotch cover she had on. Mom apparently had shaved her cunt clean, as you could see everything but the lips of her sex. I was getting ferociously turned on, and didn't bother hiding the huge hard on ballooning in my pants. We pretended to watch the TV for a while, and then I felt her hand playing with the hair on the back of my head. Clearly I had a horny little Mommy on my hands, and I intended to make the most of it. I turned to her and our mouths met. Our teeth clinked as I thrust my tongue down Mom's throat. She was quickly in my arms and pinned under my jutting pelvis. She spread her legs wide and I ground my hot cock against her mound. Everything was going great as I got her tits out and began working them over. "Oh baby, oh baby, no... Please... please don't do that, uhnnn," she moaned as I popped first one and then the other nipple into my mouth. I glanced up at her as I bit down on her tit and saw her eyes glaze over and her lips parting, flashing white teeth. She was writhing under me and I was about to come. Not this time. I continued to suckle her sweet enormous tits as I reached down to my zipper. "Ohhhhhh... Buddy... we can't baby, no... I'm your mother..." I heard her whimper as I continued my assault on her breasts. I just about had by cock out when we heard feet on the stairs. Mom was up and into the kitchen with the speed of light. I got my zipper back up just before the old man got into the living room. I stared at the TV as he walked by. I looked up at him but he stomped straight into the kitchen. I couldn't hear what happened next, but Dad soon went upstairs followed slowly by Mom. It appeared she had put him in his place, wherever that was. She glanced over to me as she went up to bed, but I couldn't really read her expression. --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi