She stared down at the blank sheet of paper on top of the legal pad and then she picked up her pen. She knew she would have to destroy whatever she wrote as soon as it was on paper because she could take no chance that anyone -ANYONE! - would ever see it. She didn’t know if it would work, but she had to get it out. She had to tell somebody, she just had to, but she didn’t dare. Oh God no, she just didn’t dare. Since she couldn’t tell anyone she thought that just writing it out might work. God, she hoped so. Keeping it inside her was driving her crazy.

She pushed the button on the top of the ballpoint and the tip slid out with a ‘click’. One more sip of her coffee and she began to write.

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"I know where it started and I even know when, almost to the minute. It was the sixth of February 2006 at roughly eight-fifteen AM. I had just kissed my husband goodbye as he left for a five-day business trip. As soon as I saw his car leave the driveway I went and sat down at the computer, logged onto the Net and typed in the address of the site that Sherrie had given me.

One of my fantasies had always been to make love to another man while my husband watched. It was only a fantasy of course and Sherrie and I had no secrets from each other. She told me that my fantasy was fairly common and that there was even a web site full of stories about just that. I’d spent days just thinking about it and had made up my mind that as soon as my son Keith was on his way to school and my husband Dave was on his way to Salt Lake I was going to get on the computer and visit the site Sherrie had told me about.

My God! Hundreds, maybe even thousands of stories about wives fucking men other than their husbands. I browsed through them, stopping to read one if it caught my eye. I hadn’t been on the site a half hour and I was so hot that I had the fingers of my left hand busy on my pussy as my right hand moved the mouse.

I had just gotten myself off when I saw a story titled, "Keith Cums Home." It was the name Keith that caught my eye and I read the little story blurb, "Keith shows mommy he isn’t a kid any more." Curious, I clicked on the story and read about a son who seduced his mother and made her into his slut. I couldn’t believe the tingle in my pussy that the story gave me. I found other mother/son incest stories and started reading them. I found a story about a boy who accidentally fucks his mother and I could not believe how aroused that story got me. I loved reading about how the mother wanted her son to stop, but he kept doing it to her anyway and then she started liking it and started urging him on until he made her cum. It was so hot that I read it a second time while my fingers worked in my pussy and I pretended that they were the young boy’s penis.

I read a dozen stories and got myself off a half dozen times before I logged off. The rest of the day I thought about young boys and my fantasies slowly started changing. First it was my husband watching me while I fucked a young boy and gradually they shifted to my son Keith watching me fuck one of his friends.

Keith was fourteen, the same age as the boy in the story who accidentally fucked his mom. I told myself that I would never actually do it with him, but I did start thinking of him in a sexual way in bed with me. I was in the kitchen doing the breakfast dishes and looking out the window at a young boy riding by the house on his bike and I went weak in the knees as I suddenly thought about Keith putting his cock in my mouth so I could get him hard by sucking on it. I had to leave the kitchen and go into the living room and sit down. I ran my hand down into my panties and masturbated while the though of Keith having intercourse with my mouth rattled around in my mind. He fucked my mouth real fast and then ejaculated sending his stuff down my throat, pumping me in my mouth like I’d seen men in porn videos do it.

There is a short video clip that I like to watch sometimes of a man having sex in a woman’s mouth and the way he does it makes her throw up while his cock is still in her mouth. Maybe his cock is really big and her mouth is really small and that’s why she vomits because he was gagging her. I wondered if I would gag and throw up if I had Keith’s cock in my mouth. Oh Jesus, what a hot idea I thought as my body shook with my sixth, eighth or tenth orgasm of the day. I’d had so many I lost track.

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The days following that first day were filled by my pulling up incest stories on the Net. Not because I was having incestuous thoughts about Keith, but because I was turned on by young boys fucking older women. I was masturbating a half dozen times a day. I wondered if Keith would ever want to watch my husband and I having sex. I got hot thinking about him watching me and his dad doing it. I imagined him masturbating himself while he watched. My God! That thought had my fingers going crazy in my pussy. He could be real quiet so his dad didn’t know he was in the room with us and he could stand right next to the bed while his dad was inside me and he could see me looking right at him while he masturbated. Oh God, so hot, so unbelievably hot.

I had a kind of a thing with one of Keith’s friends who comes over to our house. Dan was thirteen and his mother had died when he was ten so he lived with his dad. He liked to come over by himself sometimes when Keith wasn’t home. He didn’t have a very good situation with his dad so I guess I was a surrogate mom when he came over. He was a sweet boy and I felt sorry for him and I would sit and listen to him tell me his troubles and sometimes I would hug him and try to comfort him.

It was a week after finding the stories on the Net and Dan stopped by. He was telling me about the latest thing that he dad had done to him and I saw him staring at my breasts. I don’t know where it came from, but suddenly I asked him why he was staring at my breasts and he blushed and stammered and I told him that it was all right, that I liked men looking at my breasts. He told me he liked looking at them because they made him feel funny in a good kind of way. Oh God, I thought, my breasts are turning him on.

I thought about all the young boys in the stories and what they did with the older women and my body shivered with lust. He looked so embarrassed admitting to me that he liked my breasts that I put my arm around him and hugged him. I told him that I liked it when my breasts were looked at, it made me feel attractive. While I was hugging him I felt his hard penis pushing against me. I don’t know what came over me, I honestly don’t.

"You can touch them if you want" I whispered.

His hand tentatively reached up and touched my left breast and I shivered and my knees went weak.

"Would you like to see them, really see them?" I asked in a voice quivering with lust.

He nodded his head and I led him to the couch and sat him down. I lifted my sweater and unsnapped my bra. His eyes were glued to my breasts and my body tingled and my nipples stiffened until they were like hard little pencil erasers.

"You can touch them if you would like," I said in a low shaky voice.

He reached out and stroked the left one and I couldn’t believe the feeling I had when his fingers tugged at the nipple.

"Kiss them" I whispered hoarsely and he leaned forward and kissed the right one while his fingers still rubbed the nipple of the left. "Lick the nipple honey" I whispered and felt my pussy flood when his tongue laved over the stiff little pleasure point. After several seconds of licking the nipple he started sucking on it and I moaned:

"Oh yes, oh God yes baby, just like that."

I felt a strong twitch and looked down. I hadn’t even been aware of doing it, but my right hand had gone to the lump in his pants. I had been rubbing his hard little penis through his jeans. I was breathing hard and wishing I were wearing a skirt instead of pants so I could get my fingers into my pussy. I was hot! Oh sweet Jesus was I ever hot.

My fingers were on his zipper when I heard the back door slam and Keith call out:

"Mom, I’m home."

I hurriedly broke away from Dan and pulled my sweater down. When Keith walked into the room Dan and I were sitting and looking like we were talking. Keith took in the scene and said:

"Hey bud, your dad being an asshole again?"

Dan nodded a yes and Keith said, "Let me run up to my room and change and then we can go over to the park."

When Keith left the room I pulled Dan to me and kissed him. I slipped him a little tongue and then I said:

"Our secret baby, no one else ever knows, okay?"

He nodded a yes and a few minutes later he and Keith were gone and I was lying on my bed masturbating like all get out. I got myself off twice before I had to get up and start planning dinner.

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It was two days before Dan came over again. Well, not exactly true. He came over every day but I was always somewhere else. It was two days before he came over and I was there. I was sitting at the computer reading stories and working on my pussy with my fingers when the doorbell rang. I answered it and found Dan standing there. I knew what he wanted. How could I not? He was in the same grade as Keith and they had the same classes. It was just past noon and school wouldn’t let out until three-thirty so that meant Dan had skipped school to be there.

I should have kept him at arms length; I should have sent him away, but I didn’t. I’d spent the morning reading stories about older women and young boys and my body was on fire. That coupled with the hunger in his eyes as he stared at my breasts robbed me of any common sense that I might have had. I led him to the couch and we sat down again.

"Your dad again?"

He nodded a yes and I took him in my arms, hugged him as I crooned, "Poor baby. I wish I could do something to help."

We cuddled there on the couch in silence for a minute and then I felt his hand lightly rub against my right breast. "Yes!" I screamed inside my head, "Yes baby, yes." I pulled back from him, opened my blouse and took it off. I took off my bra and then I pulled him back to me. He nuzzled my breasts, licked them, sucked on them and my body shook and quivered.

My hand went to his zipper and I pulled it down. I pushed a hand inside his fly and wrapped my fingers around his hard penis and fondled him. He groaned and suddenly my hand was covered with hot, sticky sperm. Poor baby I thought as I pulled my hand out of his pants and looked at it. Strings of sperm hung from my fingers. I couldn’t believe it - I had jacked off a young boy! How weird I thought, that isn’t something I would do. Suddenly something snapped in my head and I pushed Dan away.

"No baby, we shouldn’t be doing this."

I quickly put on my blouse and got up from the couch. Dan just sat there looking at me with a forlorn expression on his face. Poor baby I thought again, but it couldn’t be helped. What we were doing wasn’t right. Then I had another thought. He couldn’t leave the house like he was. I told him to take his pants off. He looked at me confused and I told him to take them off so I could wash them. He stood up and removed them and I told him to and I told him to take off his jockey shorts too. He looked at me and I saw indecision on his face and I knew what was causing it.

"It’s all right Dan, I’ve held it in my hand and I’m partly responsible for the mess. Besides, you’ve seen my breasts and it is only fair that I see your penis."

He seemed to accept that and he took his underwear off and handed it to me. I took his clothes and went to the laundry room. I had enough clothes in the laundry basket to make up a full load so I put everything in the washer, grabbed a towel and went back to Dan. I handed him the towel and told him to cover himself with it.

I should have known better. I’d had enough sense to stop things so it was stupid of me to go back and sit down on the couch next to him. I guess I thought my being abrupt with him, especially when he was used to my always being there for him when he needed a shoulder to cry on, might have hurt his feelings.

We sat and talked about his dad and how much he missed his mother. He kept glancing down at my brassiere lying on the floor and then at my blouse, which was thin enough for him to see the outline of my nipples. My hard stiff nipples poking at my blouse. Hard nipples pushing at the blouse and making little tents.

My eyes hadn’t been still either. They kept glancing down at the tent Dan’s penis was making with the towel. Without noticing we had moved closer together and suddenly he reached out a hand and touched my breast. It was electric! A shock ran through my body, I moaned and my arms went around him and I hugged him to me. His hand slipped inside my blouse and found my left nipple and he started rubbing it.

"Oh God" I moaned, "Oh yes baby, oh yes."

I didn’t push him away when he unbuttoned my blouse and moved his mouth to my breasts. The towel had fallen from his lap and his penis was standing erect and I saw it twitch as his blood coursed through the veins. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it and slowly stroked it. It wasn’t as large as my husband’s, but it had a power over me that my husband’s hadn’t had for some time now.

I fell back on the couch with my legs spread and I pulled Dan on top of me and ran my fingers through his hair while he sucked on my breasts. He was humping at me, somewhat like a dog will sometimes hump a woman’s leg. Suddenly my eyes shot wide open as his penis touched bare skin. I was wearing a skirt and I had forgotten that I had taken my panties off when I sat down at the computer to read stories and masturbate. I was hugging Dan to me when his penis touched bare skin again and I loosened my hold and was just getting ready to move my hands to his chest and push him away when his penis found my opening. I was hot and wet from my time at the computer, and yes, also from the cuddling and petting I had been doing with Dan. I was so wet that Dan’s penis met no resistance to speak of and he slid right into me.

I froze. My mind seized up. I lay there paralyzed for several seconds - seconds when I should have been pushing him away - and during those seconds Dan’s penis punched into me a half dozen times. A half dozen times his penis had rubbed against my clit and those half dozen times claimed me. I moaned, "Oh God" and clasped the young boy to me and gave myself over to him.

I was his slut, his wanton whore. I said words to him that even my husband had never heard from me. I begged him to fuck me - yes, I said "Fuck me" - the first time that word had ever come out of my mouth. My arms and legs were wrapped around him and I moaned and cried and gasped and begged and pleaded, but he was a young boy and it was over all to quickly.

But I did not want to stop. Oh dear God, I did not want to stop. Even as I felt him soften in me my hands were on his butt trying to pull him deeper into me. The poor baby didn’t want to stop either. Soft penis or no he was still humping me like a sex crazed rabbit. I stopped hugging him and put my hands against his chest and pushed him away from me. The hurt expression that came over his face tugged at my heart and I crooned:

"No baby, we aren’t through yet, not by a long shot."

I got off my back, moved around until I was on my hands and knees on the floor and then I bent my head and took his cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked on him and tasted his sperm mixed with juices from my own pussy. Nothing else existed for me at that moment except Dan’s young cock and my getting it hard again. My husband, my son, or for that matter, my own mother and father could have walked into the room and I would not have noticed and probably would not have cared. Only Dan’s cock mattered.

Thank God for the resilience of youth I thought as Dan rapidly grew hard in my mouth. I did not waste any time getting back on the couch and rearranging bodies, I just fell back on the floor and pulled Dan off the couch onto me. His cock found me again and I wrapped my arms around him, clamped my knees to his side and moaned:

"Fuck me you sweet baby, fuck me."

The second time lasted longer than the first and the third time longer still. A fourth time would be pushing our luck and I reluctantly pushed him away from me. I got up and went into the laundry room and took the clothes out of the washer and tossed them in the dryer. I went back to the couch, sat down and hugged him to me. It was a mistake. His hands and mouth went to my breasts and seconds later my hand was on his cock and seconds after that I was on my back again.

By that point he had lost some of his jackrabbit tendencies and he fucked me a little slower and easier and my mind instead of being filled with thoughts of inflamed lust made room for other images. I imagined my husband watching young Dan slam his cock into me. I saw my husband with his cock in his hand stroking it as he watched the young boy take his wife. I saw my husband with his cock in my mouth as young Dan fucked me and, God help me, I even saw my husband with Dan’s cock in his hand as he guided the young cock into me.

That image was replaced by one of Keith standing there stroking his cock while he watched his friend fucking his mother. Suddenly my blood turned to ice water and my heart almost stopped. It was not my imagination! My son WAS standing there watching his friend fuck me and he did have his cock in his hand and he was stroking it. I saw the time on the mantle clock. I had been so in lust with what I was doing that I had let time get away from me. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. I just lay there looking into my son’s eyes as young Dan moaned:

"I’m cumming Mrs. Jackson, I’m cumming again."

I felt him spurt inside me and he got off me and stood up and that is when he saw Keith. The two of us were like statues as we stared at Keith. We were frozen in place. I’m not even sure that I breathed as Keith took a first hesitant step toward me and then a second one. I knew what was coming and I couldn’t make myself move. I could not force myself up off that couch. I wanted to scream out, "No, no, you can’t" as Keith moved closer and closer. My legs wouldn’t move; I could not make my arms move, all I could do was stare into my son’s eyes as he mounted me. His cock sliding into the very same hole he had come out of was like the tripping of a switch. Whatever it was that held me immobile and silent was gone and life began moving again. My arms hugged Keith to me, my legs locked around him and as his cock worked into me I moaned:

"Oh Jesus, oh sweet fucking Jesus, fuck me baby, fuck me."