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I am not the author of this story. The author is Kevin C. Foltz
<kcfoltz@cdsnet.net>. If you like it, please let him know.

Not that it should come as any surprise, but this story contains
graphic descriptions of sex, sex between minors and adults, and
incest. If this offends you, don't read it, and get the heck out of
this newsgroup! This story is fiction. Do not read it or save it if
stories of a sexual nature are illegal in your community.



Mom Helps Out K.C. Bradley Incest/Mother/Son



	I had no idea how suddenly complicated my life would turn out
to
be after my good-for-nothing husband ran off with that bitch of
a secretary of his.  I don't mean to sound bitter, but he could
have at least left me with a car.  The bastard took everything
but my clothes.  Everything but my clothes and my son, Erik.  My
son is the only good thing we did together in the twelve years
of our miserable lives we shared.

	But, I need to focus on the present.  No use whining about the
past, now!  My name is Karen Bradley.    I live alone with my
son, now.  Things could be worse I guess, but for now I'm doing
alright.  My story begins shortly after my divorce was finalized
about six months ago.  I got home from work to find my son, who
just turned twelve, in his bedroom, crying his eyes out.

	"Honey, what's wrong?"  I said, standing at his bedroom door.

	"They called me names!  They said you...you..."  His voice
broke as sobs wracked his body.

	I went to him and hugged him to me.

	"It's ok, baby.  It's ok!"  I held him while he cried, tears
falling on my shoulder and rolling down his reddened cheeks.

	"Mom, I can't help it!  I can't do anything...I don't know
what's wrong!"  He blurted, his face buried in my bosom.  I felt
helpless, I needed more information.

	"Slow down, Erik!  Slow down, and tell me.  What is wrong?" 
Jumping to conclusions I thought he was hurt or sick.  I guess
all mothers do that when confronted with a crying child.

	He looked up at me, big teardrops rolling down his cheeks.

	"There's something wrong with my...my...pee-pee!"  The words
exploded from his lips.  

	"Your pee-pee!"  I was really worried at this point.  Had he
injured himself or been hurt by one of the other kids at school?
 "What's the matter with...your pee-pee?"

	He looked desperately up at me.  I could see this was not easy
for him.

	"I don't know!  It keeps getting all stiff and swollen.  I
feel
it getting stiff and I can't make it stop.  The other kids point
at me and make fun of me!  The older ones say I have a boner. 
They say you make it like that, mom!"

	I was stunned.  Me?  What the hell were they talking about?

	"What do you mean, baby?"  I asked, rocking him in my arms
like
I used to do when he was a baby.

	"Some of the big boys at school say it's because you're so
pretty!  They say you have big boobies and you want to have a
man with you like daddy.  I can't help it, mom.  It won't stop!
What am I gonna do?" 

	I was at a loss for words.  I knew that young boys can have a
crush on older women, but this was different.  It sounded like
some of the boys, who I saw in the neighborhood at times, were
sexually infatuated with me.  Me!  What was I going to do about
THIS?

	"Honey, I don't care what they say about me, I just am worried
about you.  Tell me, when does your...pee-pee do this?"  I
didn't know where to start with a problem like this.

	"All kinds of times, mom.  Sometimes when I wake up, it's
already stiff.  I can't pee until it stops.  In Mrs. Conners
math class I felt it getting all swollen when she was at the
blackboard writing.  On the bus yesterday I got up to go to
another seat and it was sticking out at the front of my pants. 
The big boys laughed at me and said it was because I was horny. 
I don't know what they mean!"

	"It's alright, Erik.  There's nothing wrong with you.  Is Mrs.
Conners pretty?"  I asked, holding Erik at arms length to see
his face.

	"She's not as pretty as you, mom!"  He said, wiping the tears
from his angelic face.

	"Honey, that's sweet of you to say.  But do you think she is
pretty?  Do you like to look at her?"  I think I was on to
something here.  Erik was twelve and I was betting he was
entering puberty.  His hormones were starting to gear up and I
wasn't prepared.  I should have figured on this, but I was too
preoccupied with my situation to think about it before.

	"Yeah...I guess so.  She looks real pretty when she wears her
Thursday dress."

	"Thursday dress?  What's that?"

	"Well...she has this dress she wears on Thursday.  She goes to
the gym after class that day.  It kinda looks like the stuff you
wear when you go running.  She looks real nice in it."

	I had seen Mrs. Conners before at a PTA Conference last year. 
I recall that she was indeed a pretty woman but I hadn't
considered her effect on boys.

	"Erik, you mustn't listen to what the boys at school say about
you or me!  Do you understand?"  I made a mental note to keep an
eye on these kids in the future.  "You said sometimes in the
mornings your pee-pee is stiff and swollen.  Is that right?"  I
knew that men, boys even, sometimes awoke with a hard on from
having to piss.

	"Yeah, I can't pee until it goes away.  What am I gonna do?"

	"Well, there isn't much you can do honey.  You have to wait
until it goes away."  I wish I knew more about this kind of
thing.  

	"I'll try, mom.  Thanks!  And you are prettier than Mrs.
Conners.  The boys say that you have nice titties.  What do they
mean?"

	Whoa!  This was a shocker!  So the little hellions were
teasing
him about my tits?  I will admit that I do have a nice figure,
but really!  What did a bunch of pre-adolescent boys know about
tits, nice or otherwise?  Eriks innocent question had me stymied.

	"Uh, well...they mean that I look nice from the front, dear." 
I felt my face turn red as I answered him.

	His eyes dropped to my tits and I saw the look on his face.  A
questioning look of puzzlement.

	"Yeah, I guess you do look nice from the front.  Are your
titties as big as Mrs. Conners?"

	Oh, boy!  How was I going to get out of this one?  Ever notice
how kids can cut right to the chase without any preconceived
ideas or notions?  I hadn't given Erik the usual talk on the
birds and bees subject and now, I saw I had made a mistake.  He
should have been prepared for this kind of thing.  Now I was
going to have to deal with it without a man in the house to
handle the mens side of the story.

	"Uh...I really don't know, son.  I haven't seen Mrs. Conners,
uh, titties."  Handled that like an idiot.

	"I think they are, mom.  The boys say you have nice ones.
They
say stuff about Mrs. Conners, too.  But I think you're prettier
anyway!"  He hugged me tightly and I held him for a second.

	He looked at me with a frown on his face and then looked down
woefully.

	"What, hon?  What's the matter?"  I lifted his chin up and saw
the look of despair in his young face.

	"It's doing it again.  It's doing it and it won't stop!"

	"What?"  I said, then I followed his eyes as they looked down,
down to his pants.  The front of his trousers were tented over
his hardening boy prick.  I stared like an imbecile.

	"See!  It makes my pants stick out and the other kids see it
and then they start teasing me!"

	"Oh, Erik!  I see it, honey!  Don't be ashamed of it.  You
can't help it."  I watched as his little prick continued to
stiffen inside his pants.  What the hell was I going to do about
this?  It obviously was upsetting to him because he didn't
understand what was happening.

	"How can I stop it, mom?  Can you stop it?  Please?"  His
voice
was pleading.

	Now what do I do?  My mind was frozen as I stared at the front
of his pants stretched tight over his expanding penis.

	"Ok, let's try this.  You go take a shower and the hot water
should make it go away."  I didn't have a clue.  But I didn't
want Erik to know that.  I'm the mommy and I know everything.
Right!  

	I got up from his bed and backed out of his room.  He stood
and
stripped off his shirt, tossing it neatly over his bedframe.  He
undid the belt and button on his pants and pulled them down.  I
gasped at the sight of his young prick sticking out against his
shorts.  It was hard as a rock and about four or five inches
long from what I could see.

	"See, mom?"  He said, pointing at his obvious erection.

	"Yeah...I see alright.  You get into the shower, honey, it'll
be ok."  I tried to sound sure of myself, but my voice wavered.

	Erik brushed past me and I got a good look at his problem.  I
suddenly had a thought.  I don't know where it came from, but I
flashed on an image of Erik in the shower, his prick in his
hand.  He was jacking off!  I fought the image, but I couldn't
get it out of my mind.  Then it came to me.  That is exactly
what he needed.  He needed to jack off and the erection would
naturally go away.

	I followed him into the bathroom and turned on the water.
Good
and hot should do it. He looked at me, then stripped off his
shorts.  His cock sprang up and I was mesmerized at the sight of
it.  It had been a few years since I had seen him naked.  His
prick was like a bar of steel. I motioned for him to get into
the shower.  He stepped inside to the steaming spray.

	"Wash yourself real good, honey.  Especially your...pee-pee!" 
I said, stepping out of the bathroom.  Maybe if he started
washing his young prick he might jack off and that would be the
end of this mess.  I made my way into the living room and sat
down.  This was a real problem I found myself in.  No man to
talk to about these things, only his mother.  I tried to see
this from his viewpoint.

	I heard the shower stop after a few minutes and then Eriks
voice, "Mom, it worked!.  It's gone!"

	I went to the bathroom and found Erik standing in front of the
mirror, beads of water on his legs and back.  His penis was
soft, now.  It hung down and I could see his little boy balls
behind it.

	"See, I told you!  What did you do?"  I knelt down so I could
look him in the eyes.

	"Nothin'.  I just did what you said and washed real good.  It
went away!"

	"How did you wash it, dear?"  I was hoping he had discovered
how to jack off.  This would solve the whole affair.

	"I just washed it.  Then rinsed off and it was soft.  Did I do
it right?"  He asked.

	Damn!  He didn't do it!  Now what?

	"You did fine, honey.  I think that should take care of it for
now.  Get ready for bed, now and I'll come up and tuck you in." 
I looked down at his now soft young prick and his small, round
balls hanging below them.  I looked back into his eyes and he
hugged me.  His prick nestled in between my tits and I could
feel it rub against my nipples.  My nipples felt like they were
going to get hard.  I quickly held him away and got up.

	"Ok, get going, young man!" I said, standing up and out of the
doorway.

	He ran out of the bathroom, his soft cock bobbing as he ran.
I
couldn't seem to take my eyes off of him as he went to his room.
 I went to my bedroom and got myself ready for bed as well. I
planned to take a nice hot bath after I had settled Erik down
for the night.  I threw my clothes on the dresser and caught a
glimpse of my naked form in the mirror.  So, I do look pretty
good "up front" as Erics friends had told him.  I turned and got
a profile view of my tits and ass. A very well kept thirty-two
if I do say so myself.  I now figured out what the other boys
had been teasing Eric about in regards to my "titties", I wore a
36D bra and I suppose to a hormone enraged boy my figure was
stimulating.

	I just hadn't thought of it that way for a while and I guess I
should have been flattered if I wasn't so mad at the kids for
teasing Eric that way.  I picked up my nightgown and slipping it
on I made my way to Erics bedroom to tuck him in for the night.

	He was in his bed, a comic book in his hands.  The reading
light cast a soft glow over his reclining body.  He looked up
and tossed the comic on the floor at the foot of his bed.  I sat
down on the edge of the bed and leaned over to give him a
goodnight kiss.

	"Goodnight, honey.  You don't worry about your, uh...problem. 
I'm sure it will take care of itself."

	"Ok, mom.  I, uh..."

	I followed his gaze and it lead directly to my tits!  My
nightgown was open partly and my tits had exposed themselves as
I leaned over to give him a kiss.  He must have had an eyeful as
I was leaning over him.  I gathered up the front of my gown.

	"Yes, honey?"  I asked, holding my gown closed with one hand,
the other on his young chest.

	"They were right, mom.  You do have bigger titties than Mrs.
Conners!"  His eyes never left my breasts as he spoke.  "Oh, no!
 Not again!"  He quickly turned on his side away from me.

	"What, honey?"  I grabbed his shoulder and turned him back.  

	"It's getting stiff, again!  I thought you said it was done!" 
He sounded plaintive.

	My eyes flew to the covers and there, at his hips, was the
rising tent of a prick becoming hard.  Now what?  I had to do
something.

	"Oh, baby!  That's ok!  You can't help it!  It's not your
fault."  I gathered him in my arms and held him tightly.

	He wrapped his arms around me and said, "I'm sorry, mom!  I
don't know what to do. But you are prettier than Mrs. Conners
and your titties are prettier, too."

	Flattery will get you just about anything they say.  I rubbed
his back and his hands dropped from around me.  I could feel his
hands on the swell of my hips, resting absently there as I held
him, gently rocking him in my arms.

	"You are sweet to say that, son, but really I don't think you
can make such a claim, honey.  You're just saying that because
I'm your mother."

	"No!  Really, mom!  One time Mrs. Conners came over to my desk
to see how I was doing on a problem and when she leaned over to
see, I saw her titties.  Her blouse was loose and I didn't mean
to, but she leaned way over and I looked!  Yours are bigger and
prettier!"

	His hands rose on my sides and I looked at him.  I looked back
to his now stiff and erect prick outlined under the covers. 
Suddenly I knew what I had to do.

	"Honey, let me see if there's anything wrong with your, umm,
your pee-pee."  I took a deep breath and reached for the covers.

	"Would you?  I don't think there's anything wrong.  It doesn't
hurt or anything, but it won't stop getting stiff."  He allowed
me to draw the covers back and his shorts were stretched tight
in a pyramid with the tip of his hard cock at the top, My hand
reached for his prick.  I felt his hand on my side as it rested
on my hip.  

	I leaned over and as I did my nightgown opened slightly.  I
saw
him look at my cleavage and his eyes opened wide.  I looked down
and could see my nipples under the thin fabric. Looking back at
Eriks face I could see he was fascinated at the sight of my
breasts.  I touched his prick with my fingers and then using
both hands I opened the front of his shorts.  His prick
virtually leapt out of the opening.

	"Well, uh...everything looks fine, dear.  I, uh, don't
see...uh... anything wrong here." I felt like a complete idiot
as I stammered at him.  My fingers closed around the base of his
prick.  He grabbed my hip with his hand.  The other hand was
grabbing a fold of the bedspread.

	"Let me see if there's anything I can feel, honey."  I said as
I held his young, hard cock in my hand.

	My fingers slipped along the length of his prick and I could
feel it throbbing.  His hand on my side crept up to rest on my
rib cage.  I felt my nipples start to harden.  I was going to
have to act before I lost my nerve.

	I started to slowly jack his cock.  My hand held it gently and
I pumped up and down the firm shaft.  His hips lifted slightly
as I moved my hand, closed in a loose fist, around his cock. His
eyes were glued to my tits.  Maybe I could help things  along.

	"Eric," I whispered, "do you want to see my titties?"

	"Yeah!  Please, mom!  Could I?"  His voice was soft, with a
catch in it.

	I opened my gown with my free hand and swept it behind me.  My
tits were completely open to him.  His eyes felt hot on my tits
as he drank in the sight.  I felt his prick jerk at the sight of
my bare tits.  AH HA!  That is it, I thought.  He is getting
horny at school and doesn't know it yet.

	"Wow!  They're nice, mom.  They're big!"  His hand crept up my
side to stop just under my arm.  

	I continued to jack him with slow, steady strokes.  I found
myself wondering if he could cum.  Do twelve year old boys have
any sperm to shoot?  I told myself that it was too late to back
out now.  I was going to get my son to shoot his boy cum tonight.

	Would you like to feel them, Eric?"  I heard my own voice ask.

	He snapped his eyes to mine and I saw the look of desire in
his
young eyes.

	"Can I?  Really?"

	"Really.  Go on, touch them."  I leaned closer to him and he
reached up with his hand and placed it on my bare tit.

	My heart fluttered.  I stopped breathing as his hand slowly
explored my tit.  His fingers flicked over my nipple and I
moaned.

	"Are you ok, mom?"  He asked.

	"Yes, dear, It feels good, that's all. Go ahead, keep feeling
it.  Squeeze it gently.  See what it feels like.  Is this what
you want to do with Mrs. Conners?"  My hand quickened the pace
of the pumping on his cock.  It seemed like it was growing even
more as I jacked him off.

	He looked at me, "Yes.  I want to feel her titties.  Will she
let me?"

	Uh, oh!  This was a sticky subject.  

	"Honey I don't think I would ask her a question like that.
She
may not be as understanding as your mother is about this.  You
must not tell anyone about this, ok?"  I said softly.

	Erik's hand continued to knead my tit.  My nipple was
throbbing
as his fingers stroked it, rolling it around and exploring the
feel and size of my tit.  I shuddered as a little ripple of
pleasure ebbed through my body.  I was going to have to get him
off soon or I might just have an orgasm myself.

	"That feels good, mom!  Do you like it when I feel your titty
like this?"  He asked as his hand squeezed my tit at the base
then slid to the nipple and rubbed it.  My hips squirmed on the
edge of his bed.

	"Yes, baby!  It feels very good!  Do you like my hand on your
prick...errr, I mean your pee-pee?"  I picked up the pace a
little more and his young hips raised off the mattress to my
hand.

	"Yeah, mom! Yeah!"

	I leaned over and my tits pressing against his chest, I kissed
him on the cheek.  My mouth moved across his and I brushed my
tongue over his lips.  They opened and I stuck my tongue inside
his mouth.  His arms flew around me and he returned the kiss.  I
drew back and he reached up with both hands to fill them with
tit.  His fingers rubbed the nipples in circles.

	Breathing hard, I was drawn to move down his young body.  My
hand was still steadily jacking his cock but I wanted more.  I
swept my tongue over the tip of his prick.  He shot his legs out
stiffly at the touch.  I smiled to myself.  Leaning over I took
the entire length of his cock in my mouth.  It tasted wonderful.
 I hadn't sucked a cock since my husband started fucking that
young bitch he ran off with.  I told myself that this was ok,
that I was doing this for Erik, but something else was driving
me.  I liked it!

	Erik was stiff as a board as I sucked his cock into my mouth.

	"Ohhhhhhhhh!  Mommmmm!  You..."

	"It's alright, honey!  Let me help you!"  I mumbled around his
prick.  It jerked in my mouth.

	I began to suck him urgently.  I swirled my tongue around the
sensitive head of his virgin cock.  It swelled again as my
tongue danced over it.  He was pumping his hips up.  As his cock
slid into my mouth I cupped his young, sperm filled balls in my
hand.  My other hand went to my pussy.  I slipped my finger
inside.  I flicked the tip of my engorged clit in time with the
sucking of my sons cock.

	"MOM!  Something's happening!  I...UHHHHHHH!  What...?"  He
looked at me.

	I knew what was happening.  My baby was going to cum in his
mothers mouth!  At the thought of my mouth filling with his boy
cum my pussy began to spasm.  My own orgasm was going to
explode, too.  I redoubled my efforts.  My mouth suctioned on
his surging prick. I leaned over him now and began to bob my
head up and down on his hard, hot rod.  He slammed his boyish
hips at my mouth.  

	As one hand thrust my finger into my dripping, wanton snatch,
the other reached under his ass and gripped his cheeks, pulling
him into me even more deeply.  I sucked and licked his prick. 
His hands held my head down, but they didn't have to.  I was
going to suck him off on my own.  He gave a long moan and his
body shook.  Anytime, now.  I felt my clit start to throb and my
pussy clench.  I was ready.

	Holding him tightly in my mouth, I concentrated on the
sensitive head of his young cock. My tongue flew around it in
circles and my hand rubbed my clit as fast as I could move it.  

	"Cum, son!  Let it happen!  Cum for mommy!"  I groaned at him
around his prick.

	"MOM!  OHHH!  MOM, MOM, MOM!!!  AHHHHHGGGGHHHH!!!"  He
shouted.

	Then I felt it.  He was cumming!  A jet of hot, salty sweet
cum
hit my tongue.  Then another and another.  His hips plastered to
my face I held him and sucked.  In quick succession three more
blasts of boy cum flooded my mouth.  It ran out and down my chin
faster than I could swallow it.  Still he spewed more cum into
my throat.  My hand flew on my clit and my body was wracked by
convulsions of ecstasy. 

	I don't know how long I lay over his body with his prick in my
mouth.  I felt his hands on my hair, smoothing it back.

	"Mom, are you alright?"  He asked, with a touch of concern in
his voice.

	"I'm ok, baby.  Are you ok?"  I said after dropping his
softening cock from my mouth.

	"Yeah.  What happened?  That was...was...I don't know."

	I held back a laugh.  "Yeah, it certainly was, wasn't it!"

	The next day, Erik approached me in the kitchen.

	"Mom, about the other day?"

	"Yes, Erik?"  I said, turning from the sink.

	"Can we do that again?  It got stiff just now."  He pointed to
his shorts and the bulge in the front of them.

	Here we go again, I thought.

	"Ok, dear.  You go into the bathroom.  I'll be there in a
minute."  The things a mother has to do for her son.  My pussy
twitched at the thought.


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