xxx-I’m Afraid I’m Going to Have to Incest

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By Lauren McAllister

I was having one of those magical soothing, end-of-day baths. Similar to the one Julia Roberts had in that whore movie but with less off-key singing. It was deliciously warm and bubbly and the water was swirling sinfully around my legs and lapping up against the underside of my breasts and… Let’s just say, by its conclusion I was definitely in the mood to give myself a righteous bout of self-love. (Alas, I’d been the only one giving me any kind of love since my idiot late-husband got drunk and decided to kiss the neighbor’s dog.) I jumped out of the tub and slowly, very naughtily toweled myself dry. Now I’m really, really in the mood. I wanted to cum so badly; I could feel it in my teeth. No vibrator on this night. I wanted “la wank extraordinaire” to be excruciatingly languorous and my Buzzing Baby Rabbit gets me off before I’ve even decided which of my favorite scenarios I’m going to fantasize about.

I began my march to orgasmic glory with a generous helping of nipple pinching, accompanied by the scraping of boutique-quality fingernails across the underside of my boobs. After I’d turned my entire body into one giant tingle, it was time to head south. My soft, sensual hands veritable drizzled down my taut naked torso, scorching my skin with the flames of desire until my hot drippy niblet was begging me for mercy. The first sigh leaked out from deep within my throat. This was going to be a monster one! Several intoxicating minutes of sublime excruciation passed before I allowed myself to venture near the very gates of libidinal delirium. But once again, I held myself back from desperately needed satiation. I gently toyed with my outer lips, squeezing the plump fleshy mounds together as I rubbed them up and down. Now, it was becoming unbearable. The overwhelming temptation was to dive right in and hammer on my clitoris like it was a dented fender, but I resisted. The torture at the beginning makes the dénouement all the sweeter. When I could stand it no longer, I guided my index finger down to the dewy depths of my engorged candy machine. By now, my vagina was so wet; Lilliputians could have gone swimming in it. Christ, I wanted me so badly! I messaged and teased and caressed, making sure to not linger too too long on my lick lump. But then, a demonic force seemed to take hold of me and I began to pillage my inner lips like an invading horde of Mongols. No tender place was left unravaged by the ever-building onslaught. I bit my lower lip and started to moan. This was getting totally out of control. I tried to slow the pace of my hand but it refused all pleas, so brutal was it in its quest for ultimate gratification. The muscles in my legs started to tighten. I was now thrusting my hips hungrily to meet every digital thrust (and my fingers were whipping around like a washing machine on spin cycle). God, I was close! I began to moan and scream as it built and built and…

That’s when Jacob opened the door and popped his head into the room. “Mom are you, okay?” JESUS CHRIST! I about jumped out of my skin. I definitely jumped out of my vagina. That’s when Jake saw what I was doing. “Oh, sorry! Sorry. I just thought…sorry!” and then he slammed the door shut behind him.

What an absolute nightmare! I thought he was out with his friends. Getting caught doing the business on yourself by your own son! Having him see me naked! I was as mortified as I was unsatisfied. No big “O” for me tonight. Shit! What was I supposed to say to him? I hid away in my room for the rest of the evening and in the morning; I dashed out to the kitchen for breakfast at 6 just so I wouldn’t run into him. And there I sat on my bed, pathetically nibbling on a frozen waffle (Which was still practically frozen, I was in such a hurry to get back.), wishing I’d remembered the syrup in my haste. Miserably, I mulled over my options. This couldn’t go on forever or I was going to end up in a mental institution or an eating disorder clinic. The truly horrible had to be faced and the sooner I did it, the easier it was going to be. Resigned, I jumped up off my mattress, took a deep breath and charged across the hall to his room.

“MOM!”

Oh great. Now, I’d caught him playing with himself. I didn’t scurry away though. I knew that I’d have to move to another country, under an assumed name, if I didn’t confront this now. He quickly tugged the sheet over himself as I sat down beside him on the bed.

“So, I guess we’re even,” I smiled.

“Could you leave now?” He did not smile back.

“Listen, two exceedingly humiliating things have happened to us in less than 24 hours. Rather than never be able to look each other in the eye again, why don’t we talk about this? Honestly.”

“What do you mean?”
“Okay, I’ll go first. I like to masturbate. I do it all the time.”

Silence.

“The way this works is, I share something with you that’s honest and personally revealing, and then you share with me.”

“Silence.”

“Come on. Help me here. This is really tough. We’ve both seen each other naked and going at it. The secret is pretty well out.”

“Okay. Okay. I like to yank it…a lot. I’m seventeen.”

“See! Now we’re communicating. And that is going to make this whole “situation” a little less unbearably awkward…I hope.”

Jacob relaxed a little and half smiled. He had a thought. “Did you used to masturbate when dad was still alive?”

Wow! He really took to this frank-and-honest-talk thing fast.

“Yes I did, but not quite as often. Your father used to like to watch me play with myself.” Yikes. Too much information?

Jacob smiled. “That’s pretty hot.”

Major relief. “Yeah, it was.”

“So, I guess if we accidentally see each other, you know, doin’ it, then we don’t need to be all freaked out and stuff.”

Jacob and I were really opening up to one another. I felt really jazzed about us being able to calmly discuss really private subjects like this. “Exactly,” I responded with a smile. “Why don’t I go make you some breakfast and you can finish what you started?”

There. I just suggested my son continue masturbating. This was just so mature and open and modern of me.

“Did you finish…last night?”

“No, I actually – before we had this talk – I was all freaked out and stuff.” I giggled so show how silly that all was.

“Then, if it’s all cool and shit, why don’t we both “finish” what we started?”

Screeeeech!!!! Now here was a huge parenting dilemma! Do I refuse and make it seem taboo and shameful again or do I actually do it? Just the thought of it made my blood run cold but I had to put up a good front. Jacob needed to believe that sex, even with yourself, was a healthy and natural enterprise. Hey, I cleaned the shit off his ass for years; this couldn’t be much more unpleasant than that.

“Sure. But just this once.” My voice almost quavered, I was fainting-level nervous. He just lay there and waited. It felt like his eyes were boring right through me as I took my blouse off. What now, the jeans or the bra? “Don’t put it off,” I told myself. Pop and pop. It was unhooked and off. My tits felt like they wanted to run away and hide inside my ribcage. They blushed so red you couldn’t see my nipples. “Oh, what the heck,” I told myself. “It’s the exact same body parts he saw the previous evening. Get over it.” Zip. Down went the pants. Big breath and down went the panties.

“Can you move over?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied, pulling the sheet back off his rock hard cock.

I awkwardly lay down beside him. A few very uncomfortable moments of silence followed.

“Why don’t I count to three and we can both start?” Jacob suggested.

I nodded my head and spread ‘em.

“Just pretend you’re alone in your room and you can do this,” I encouraged myself. On the count of three, I went to work. The first minute or so wasn’t much fun at all but I slowly began to get into it. I could feel the bed rocking beside me as Jacob stroked his penis. Another minute went by and things were getting considerably more interesting. I took a quick peek over to see how my boy was doing. He had a big fistful of himself and his balls were being batted about like Yatzy dice as he pumped up and down. I looked up at his face. Jacob did not look up at my face. He was pretty well transfixed on my cunt lips as my fingers disappeared and reappeared in their meaty swollen folds. Meadows of exquisite sensual pleasure were beginning to blossom between my legs. I allowed myself another glimpse or two of Jacob’s anatomy and then woosh! This big groan roared out of him and his stomach was drenched in spray after spray of his white sticky goo. He squeezed the last few droplets out of the head and then lay spent. I’ll admit it, I was somewhat turned-on.

I enthusiastically turned my attentions back to the business at hand (literally). Now, I was really pounding it. It’s funny if a guy wanged your pussy about that harshly, you’d scream in pain but when you do it yourself, it’s absolutely fucking great! Faster and deeper I went. Any inhibitions were lost to the ever-rising tide of lust. I began wantonly fingering myself with my other hand. I could feel things start to tighten. It sure felt like it was going to be an enormous, blistering climax.

Jacob turned on his side as I neared the feverish end of my masturbatory journey. The fact that he was staring at me as I thrashed about in sexual abandon lifted my excitement level even higher. “Come on mom, you can do it.”

Yes, I fucking could. BAM! My twat exploded. I nearly bucked myself off the bed. Rapid fire spasms bombarded my abdomen. My vaginal canal was ablaze (in a good way). Moans and obscenities poured out of me like candy out of a piñata. The convulsions were so strong; I almost knocked a tooth out with my kneecap. I finished up in a fetal position with both hands on my quim trying to ride out the overwhelming sensations. When the cataclysmic crotch eruptions finally ceased, I flopped onto my back and enjoyed the afterglow.”

“So, how was it?” Jacob asked.

“It was pretty darned fine,” I admitted. “But you probably saw that. Sorry I used all that bad language.”

“Nah, that was really cool. It showed you were enjoying yourself.”

“Oh, I was. How was your orgasm?”

See how candid we were being with each other. It was a breakthrough.

“Absolutely incredible. Do you want to do it again in ten minutes?”

Pause. “Well, okay. But just this once.”

After that morning, we masturbated together habitually. One of us would walk up to the other and say, “Want to have a quick one?” and off came the clothes. Neither of us ever said no. Before bed. After dinner. While we were watching television. We did it lying next to each other, facing each other and sitting on the couch. It was fun. Good, healthy fun. And then Jacob had a motorcycle accident and he smashed up his right hand. He didn’t lose any fingers, thank goodness, but it had to be completely covered in a cast for two months. When he got back from the hospital, practically the first thing he wanted to do was have a wank. I even had to help him take his pants and shirt off, he was so helpless (good job he was so comfortable being naked in front of me).

Alas, as it turns out…he was helpless at a few other things. Try as he might, he just couldn’t get the required rhythm going with his left hand to produce the juice. I’d already finished and he was hardly out of the starting gate. Jacob looked very frustrated and upset. Well, he’d had a horrible day.

He didn’t ask, so I kind of felt (under the circumstances) like it would be okay to offer. “Would you like me to help you, sweetie.”

Jacob looked at me and hesitated. That made me feel even better about doing it. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”

“Hey,” I smiled, “you’d do it for me.”

Jake shyly nodded his head and let go of his cock. I put my hand around his Johnson and he adjusted his position so he could see better. To tell the truth, feeling a man’s organ again (despite – you know- the fact that it was my son’s) was somewhat exhilarating. I sat up on the bed and stroked his penis gently with my right hand and tickled his testicles with my left. This seemed to meet with immediate approval. The more he got into it, the more I put into it. A girl likes to feel appreciated and the way he responded to my touch was very flattering. He started to gyrate and moan and when he popped, the jism practically hit his chin!

Jacob was so sweet and appreciative about it…which was good because I was going to have to jack him off for the next 8 weeks (and with a 17-year-old, that’s a hell of a lot of jack-offs.). Luckily, after the first few times, it became the norm and it didn’t bother me anymore. I also had to shower with him because Jake had to have his hand in a big plastic bag and hold it up in the air. And yes, I jerked him off a few times in the shower. He seemed to like to cum in my hair. Luckily, I was already in the shower, so it wasn’t a problem.

I also (blush) licked his nutsack a couple of times. You know, just to be funny. But I never ever put his cock in my mouth. Until one night….

He’d just had his cast removed and was a little high on pain medication. (I’d had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner.) We finished dessert and Jacob says, “Hey, do you want to go in the bedroom and give my hand its inaugural spin.”

“Sure,” I semi-slur as I pulled my top off. I plop down on the bed and spread my legs, ready to go. Jacob is struggling with his pants. They’re a little tight and he’s a little wasted. The next thing I know, he stumbles and falls right on top of me. We look at each other for a second and then he sticks his tongue in my mouth. Two seconds later, he’s all the way inside me with his hands on my tits and humping to beat the band. I know I should have told him to stop but Jake was trying so hard and I didn’t want to make him feel bad. The only thing I could really do was wrap my legs around him and enjoy the ride. He lasted an incredibly long time …for a virgin. I’m thinking it was probably the pain meds that gave him the staying power. I got to cum first (just like a lady should) and then he shot a huge load into me. Jacob fucked me again about an hour later and slept in my room that night. When we woke up in the morning, we both agreed that the whole situation was a little creepy so, from then on; we had sex in the guest bedroom and then went into our own rooms to sleep.

He’s off at college now and I know he’s going to get along super with the girls. After all, I taught him how to eat pussy, how to shag like a wild dog and the correct lubricant’s and maneuvers to attain anal. How’s that for being a good mom?

So, now I’m sitting here by myself, having a glass of wine in the afternoon and wondering if my pool boy likes to masturbate.

Copyright 2014 Lauren McAllister

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