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Subject: REPOST: TABOO I (mf,incest)
Date: Fri, 17 Nov 1995 20:38:44 UTC
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By popular demand I am re-posting the first story in the TABOO series
by B. Travan.
This story contains a consensual incest relationship among adults. If
this theme offends you DO NOT READ.
The following story was given to me for posting by B. Traven who does not
have USENET access. I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY.
It is part of a series of stories supposedly describing
true case studies investigated by Dr. Traven. I'm not completely sure that
Dr. Traven is not pulling my leg, but I'll let judge for yourself.
I will be glad to forward any comments about this story to Dr. Traven, but
note that it may be a while before he is able to respond since he is
still on sabbatical in Mexico. I may post more in the Taboo series
depending on Dr. Traven's wishes and reader response.
**
TABOO I - B. TRAVEN
"Oedipus was blinded because the light
of truth was too much to bare" - B. Traven
"[A] Mother/son [relationship] is the one relationship-type
where both parties get exactly what they need from the other
party and the relationship, and the power status
between the parties is the most equitable."
- Dr. J. Boswell,
Institute of Advanced
Sexual Studies
"Live it up like a motherfucker."
- Ted Nugent
"Son: Mom, I think I have an Oedipus Complex.
Mother: That's OK - as long as you love your mother"
- Book of Jewish Mother Jokes
"Your mother should kno-owww, ... your mother should know"
- Magical Mystery Tour,
The Beatles 1967
She was leaning over the sink looking intently into the mirror
as she carefully applyed her mascara. She was not finished dressing
yet. She wore a silky white half slip through which he could make
out the faint outline of her girdle. On top wore a cream-colored
brassierre with a floral pattern. The underwire cups lifted
her heavy breasts high and barely contained the overflow of
abundant flesh at the top of her bra. He studied his mother's body as
he had done many times in the past. It was plump, almost verging on fat,
with soft billowing curves, large breasts, and a big fleshy butt.
**
His mother's body never failed to excit him, and he felt himself growing hard.
Since he was a child he seized every opportunity to secretly observe
his Mom's body which she always exposed with such casualness. In his teens
he would relieve his sexual tension in secret shame after watching his
mother. Later in life, of course, he discovered that her display of nudity
to him was not that accidental but something extremely exciting to
both of them. As an adult when they finally became sexually active,
it was like a dam had burst with a release of sexual tension.
They both wondered whether this sexual tension always existed between a
mother and son that rarely got realized. Maybe all sexual relationships were
proxy incestual relationships that vainly tried to capture the magic and
passion of the original unconsummated taboo.
In his own case, his previous sexual
relations paled in comparison with the burning intesity of his new
relationship with his Mom. Nothing compared to fucking his own mother!
After the first time they had consumated their relationship,
they knew they there was no going back. They both knew that the
outside world could never accept their relationship even in a so-called
age of sexual freedom - so they had to be careful.
He moved in with his mother, ("To save on expenses"),
where he had his own bedroom for outside appearances, but he
actually moved into his mother's bedroom where they were safe from
the judgmental view of the outside world. Ocassionally they would
take vacations, away from those who knew them, where they could openly
display affection as lovers by pretending to be husband and wife. The age
difference between them, (22 and 38), was small enough that Mom only got
an occasional wink for having landed such a young stud.
Instead of their passion diminishing over time,
it grew until it seemed to displace the rest of their lives.
They revelled in each other's bodies, never tiring of
seeking new kinks to release the enormous sexual tension they
discovered between them. Of course the biggest kink at all that ignited
their passion was their
relationship itself - the naughtiness of the taboo of the sexual
union of a mother and son!
**
"I've got to ready for work." she said without turning around. She startled
him out of his reverie. She was looking at him in the mirror while still
applying mascara.
He walked up behind his mother, grasping her waist. The touch of her warmth
was electric. He looked at their reflection in the mirror. He thought they
already looked like lovers with the look that revealed easy familiarity
of each others body. He hoped that it was not as obvious to
others as it appeared to him.
"I'm going to be late." she said with a touch of annoyance.
He ignored her and started kissing the back of her neck. His hands
climbed the front of her until the found the cool silkiness of her brassierre.
He cupped his mother's breasts through the brassierre, feeling their
fullness.
"No. I told you - I'm going to be late for work. Let's wait until I get home."
Her voice was cracking now.
She tried to squirm away but he held her firmly. His right hand entered the
front of her brassierre. He played with her right nipple, circling it with
his index finger until it stiffened.
"No." she protested, but it came out weak and half-hearted. Her body started
to relax. He lifted his mother's breast until it hung obscenely
out of the brassierre cup. He pulled at her nipple, gently at first but then
harder.
"Oohh." she moaned. Her mouth was open and slack now.
"Let's go in the bedroom." she said trying to contain the excitment
in her voice.
"No. Here." he said as he unzipped himself.
"In front of the bathroom sink? That's a new one."
He yanked down his mother's half-slip to the floor. She stepped out of it,
still facing the bathroom sink. He grabbed the waistband of her girdle and
pulled down roughly. It caught on the swell of her ass, and he pulled harder
without much luck.
"Ouch. Wait a minute."
She bend forward more, which pushing out her big ass further.
She grabbed the girdle at the side of her hips and slid the girdle down
in one smooth motion. The girdle fell uselessly to the floor. She stepped
out of it, threw it one side, and resumed her position in front of the
sink.
He studied the fleshy abundance of his mother's buttocks. It was softly padded
white outlined with pink lines from her girdle. He ran his palm lightly
over its expansive curves.
"I'm already late for work so let's hurry, OK."
He found himself flushed with anger. He lifted the hand that were carressing
her ass and slammed it down hard on his mother's bare ass.
"I'm not boring you, Mom, am I?" He slapped her harder than he intended. Her
bottom was still quivering from his blow; and he could see the pink outline
of his palmprint on her right buttock. In the mirror he could see tears
well up in her eyes. She bit her lower lip but remained silent.
He felt guilty he had slapped her so hard. He kissed the back of her neck
lightly. He reached around and felt at her crotch. She was sopping wet!
Lately, the lovemaking had graduated to light-grade S&M where they explored
together the often thin border between pleasure and pain. He imagined they
were much freer with sexual experiment than other couples because they had
already jumped an enormous hurdle in becoming lovers in the first place.
He played with her clitoris and she moaned and spread her legs to permit him
better access. As he played with his mother's pussy the head of his cock
brushed against the warmth of her buttocks, sending electric shocks through
his body. With his hand he glided himself toward the crack of his Mom's bottom,
lightly brushing his cock along the length. He looked at his mother in the
mirror. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slack. He knew she was close.
She looked particularly whorish with her big bare butt
and her teat hanging out of the front of her bra.
He pushed his cock into the crack of his mother's butt, seeking the warmth
within while he continued fingering her clit.
"Not there, honey. I'm still sore from the last time. Please."
She opened her eyes and looked at her son dreamily in the mirror.
"It's OK, Mom." He tried hard to sound reassuring. He grabbed a tube of shampoo
from the side of the sink and squeezed a wad of it into his hand. She jumped
from the sudden coolness as he worked the shampoo into her crack. She
drew a sharp intake of breath as he buried his index finger into her anus
up to the first knuckle. By the time he introduced a second finger
into her ass she was bucking against his hand with excitment.
"You're like a bitch in heat, Mom." he grunted as he removed his fingers
from his mother's butt, and guided the purple head of his cock to her anus.
He met suprisingly little resistance as he started pushing further into
his mother's butt.
"Say it, Mom." He gropped at her exposed breast, cupping it.
"Say it." he insisted. He pinched cruelly at her nipple while he pushed at
her anal sphincter.
"Fuck ... me. Fuck my ass." his mother said breathlessly. It was a little
game they played.
He could see his mother wince in pain as he pushed past her spincter and
slid deep into his mother's rectum. She spread her legs further to
relieve some of the pressure. He waited until she could adjust to his
intrusion. His cock was throbbing in the warmth of his Mom's tight ass. It felt
like a velvet glove was grabbing his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last
mush longer.
He started thrusting slightly and heard his mom moan in pleasure ... and pain.
"Ohhh ..."
She pushed back against him, which encouraging him to go further.
He thrusted further in longer strokes. He heard himself moaning now.
"Mom ... you bitch" he said through clenched teeth.
He was seriously fucking his Mom's ass now in long hard strokes.
His mother bucked back against him.
"Ohhh ..." They were moaning loudly in unison now. He roughly grabbed a
buttock in each hand and pinched hard. He was really riding his mother's
ass - fucking her bare butt in punishing thrusts.
"Oh! Oh! you motherfucker. Oh."
His mother was coming now. Screaming embarrassing loud.
"Ahhh ... " his mother's loud orgasm was enough to push him over the edge.
He spasmed load after load of semen into his mother's ass.
They sunk to the bathroom together. He held his mother close, feeling her
heartbeat. After what had seemed hours, but was probably only minutes,
they kissed tenderly.
"I love you, Mom." he whispered.
"I love you too, Sweetie."
They hugged each other tightly. It always amazed him that after all the
sex play between them they still felt this overwhelming rush of genuine
love for each other. It was as if their relationship instead of being a
perversion of family relationships was simply the most natural expression of
the love between a mother and son.
She got up and noticed that her breast was still hanging out of bra. She
tucked it back in and adjusted her bra. She caught him looking up at her.
She smiled at him.
"Don't get any ideas. I'm definitely late for work now."
Amazingly enough, he did feel a stirring in his loins as he laid there
watching his mother bareass except for a brassierre.
But he doubted he had enough energy left to get off the floor.
After a small struggle she pulled the girdle back on followed by the
half-slip. She looked down at her son still laying on the floor in exhaustion.
"What am I going to tell them at work for the reason I'm late?" she said
in mock-seriousness.
"Just tell them you were fucking your son's brains out." he joked.
"That excuse isn't going to work because you don't have
any brains to fuck out" she laughed, and winked at him.
"Oh, Mom . . ." he said wearily.
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* B. Traven *
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