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 Masturbating My Son

   This story is based on certain true facts that occurred when I was a
teen.  Much of the material in the story comes from my late Mother's
personal diaries.  She was meticulous about maintaining a written record of
her life.  If you are offended by mother-son sex, please read no further.

   I welcome your comments, especially from those who may have had similar
experience.

   Chapter 1

   My name is Susan but preferred to be called Sue.  I am 41 and have a
decent body, although a bit on the curvy side.  This is a story about my
Son and I.  My Son is 16.  His name is Ray and he is a wonderful Son and a
beautiful boy.  Any Mother would be proud of have such a Son.

   It's Friday afternoon and my Son is home from school.  He is waiting in
his room for his mother's daily visit.  As I walk towards my Son's room, I
can't help but think that it's not supposed to be like this.

   A Mother is supposed to love and protect her child; not sexually use him
to satisfy her perverted lust that I shall describe later.  Each time I go
into his room, the most forbidden and licentious acts take place.  He
invokes the most intense carnal and forbidden desires in me.  Only he can
satisfy the need he helped create.  It seems as it he has infected me with
this malignant cancer called incest.  I cannot get enough of my Son.  I
experience the most intense and shattering orgasms during our forbidden
acts.

   Afterwards, and without exception, I feel shame and disgust for what I
did.  I swear it was the last time and I will never do it again.  But like
a drug addict, I keep going back again and again.  This has been going on
for the last year.

   It was not always like this.

   We were a happy family living in the San Francisco Bay area.  My husband
(John) had a great job as an accountant and was a good provider.  We have
two beautiful kids - Ray and Nicole.  Nicole (Nikki) and her brother are
twins.  John and I had been married for 14 years.  We had a perfect life,
or so I thought.

   About two years ago, I came home unexpectedly and caught my husband in
bed with our daughter.  His face was buried between her legs.  Her legs
were dangling on his shoulders.  Both were going at it like two wild
animals on our bed.  At the time Nikki was just 14.

   "John...Oh My God....Nikki..." I screamed and ran out of the bedroom.

   I was shocked beyond belief.  It was as if someone had plunged a knife
in my heart.  How could this happen?  We had a good sex life, and I trusted
John implicitly.

   John begged me not to report him to the police and I agreed providing he
leave and stay away from us.  A divorce quickly followed and he quietly
moved back to upstate New York where he has family.  I enrolled Nikki to a
private girls' school in Northern California.  She lives at the school and
returns home during the summer and Christmas breaks.  I asked Nikki about
what had happened between her and her Father.

   "Mom, I Love Daddy....Its none of your business what I do with him" She
screamed.

   I was shocked.  She was shameless.  How dare she talk to me like this!!

   "How long have you been doing this?" I asked.

   "None of your business.  HE is MY FATHER AND I WILL GIVE HIM ALL THE
LOVE HE NEEDS" she hissed back and stomped out of the room

   Given her anger and insolent behavior, I thought it was best she move to
the all girls' school.  She put up a lot of fuss but in the end, she agreed
to move and attend the private school.

   My Son stayed with me and continued his schooling at the local high
school.  Soon, we fell into a daily routine of work and school.  I work as
a secretary in a government office.  It pays well plus I got a nice divorce
settlement, so money wasn't a problem.

   The terrible experience with my husband so horrified me that I have lost
interest in men.  I have not dated anyone since my divorce.  Instead, I
devoted myself to my work and my Son.  I also began paying more attention
to my body and started exercising.  Soon, my body began to firm up and if I
do say so myself, I looked attractive.

   The changes in my body did not go unnoticed by Ray.  Several times I saw
him peeking when he thought I was not looking.  Almost always, he was drawn
to my large breasts even though I would wear conservative clothing and
never any low cut tops showing any cleavage.  Yet, his peeking continued. I
attributed this behavior to his raging hormones.  Since he was shy around
girls his age and I was the only available female in his life, I could
understand his reaction.

   Come to think of it, not only was he the only man in my life, he had by
default assumed the role of being the Man of the house.  Therefore, I
reasoned, it was my duty to take care of him and his needs.  My feelings
were entirely platonic, however.  Not sexual.

   About a year ago we were on the couch watching TV.  This seemed innocent
enough, but I noticed Ray moved closer to me so that our legs were
touching. At the time, I thought it was odd but I did not pay much
attention.

   "I love you Mom" he whispered as he reached out and held my left hand.
His breathing seemed labored.

   I was deeply touched by my Son's genuine affection.  I looked into his
eyes and saw a beautiful, loving Son.  I felt so lucky to have such a
wonderful boy in my life.

   "Mama loves you also...even more" I said as my eyes began to moisten
with emotions.  I felt so happy and so special.  As these emotions swept
through me, I barely noticed that he lad let go of my hand and placed it on
my left thigh.  Then, ever so slowly he began to massage my upper thigh. 
Since I was wearing a loose dress, he had easy access to my naked thighs.

   He leaned over and gently kissed me on my cheek.  It was just a peck. 
Completely what any mother would expect from a loving and caring Son.  I
put my arm around his neck and brought him closer to me.  After the kiss, I
leaned my head on his shoulder.  It has been a long time since I felt
loved. His hand that had been slowly massaging my thigh now started to move
between my thighs.  I squeezed my thighs together signaling that he was not
to go any further.  No words were spoken...only his breathing increased as
if he were hyperventilating.

   We watched television for another 30 minutes and I excused myself and
started walking upstairs to my bedroom.  Even though it was a Friday night,
and it was only 9:30, I was tired from a long week and wanted to go to bed.

   "Good night baby, come and give Mama a goodnight kiss" I said.  Ray
walked over and I kissed him gently on his lips.  This time his arms went
around my waist and he drew me closer.  Our thighs touched and my breasts
pushed into his chest.  Then I felt a bulge in front of Ray's pants.  I was
taken back...this was not right.  How could my Son get an erection holding
his own mother?  Perhaps it was my imagination.  I could not fathom my Son
getting an erection for his own Mother.  It was not possible I thought and
quickly ended the kiss and as I tried to pull away.

   "I love you, Mommy." He repeated.

   " Mommy loves you too, now off to bed" I told him and firmly pushed him
away.  He reluctantly left for his room.  I did not sleep well that night
wondering if my own Son was lusting after his mother or was it my
imagination?

   Next morning, I was up early and was making coffee when I was startled
by my Son's appearance in the kitchen.  He walked up and hugged me from
behind.  Normally he sleeps late on weekends, so I thought it was unusual
for him to be up so early.

   "Good Morning Mama" he said.  His arms were around my waist just below
my breasts as he hugged me from behind.

   "Good Morning Baby....did you sleep well?" I asked, trying to avoid
looking at him.  Just then I felt his arms tighten around my waist and I
felt his crotch pushing into my buttocks.  Not just his crotch, but I felt
a noticeable hardness and this time it was unmistakable!!  Since I was
wearing a thin nightgown, and he was wearing just a pair of boxer shorts I
felt the full force of my Son's hardness!!

   I gasped as I gripped the counter.

   "Oh my God, not again," I thought as I briefly closed my eyes.

   This time there was no doubt.

   My Son had an erection.....a full blown hardon!  Then, I felt a subtle
push into my ass.  Oh my God, he is humping his Mother!  This time his cock
aligned perfectly with my ass and forcibly separated my ass cheeks.  I felt
his breath on my neck as his cock continued to drill into my ass trying to
lodge itself between my cheeks.  While it lasted but a fleeting few
seconds, it felt like an eternity.

   I stood there not knowing what to do.  I was temporarily immobilized and
speechless.

   It's probably just a morning erection I reasoned.  Still, it was
completely unexpected and the experience left me shaking.

   I grabbed his wrists to free myself from his embrace and politely walked
over to the fridge.  As I turned around I glanced at his crotch.  There was
no doubt My Son was aroused.....very aroused.  I gasped again not knowing
what to do.

   It is just a morning erection, I thought.  All boys and men get them,
don't they?

   "Don't make a big deal out of it," I thought to myself.  "All boys and
men get morning erections" and dismissed the brief albeit uncomfortable
encounter with my Son.

   Still, it affected me.  Since I had not had any contact with a man for a
long time, the encounter had left me a bit shaken and nervous.  My breath
became shallow and my nipples hardened.  I was shocked by my own response
to the encounter with my Son.  Is this how a normal woman responds after
she has been starved of physical intimacy?  I shook my head and went about
my daily work.

   The rest of the morning was uneventful.  We had breakfast and I told Ray
to clean the back yard and our swimming pool.  I went to work cleaning the
house.  By noon, I had most of the house cleaned, except my Ray's room.  I
though to myself why not take a break and enjoy the sunshine in the
backyard.

   I changed into a one-piece bathing suit.  It was quite modest, but given
that I am busty it did show a generous amount of cleavage.  I went into the
backyard wearing my shades and with sunscreen and a magazine in my hand.  I
lay down on my back on the lounge chair.

   I wondered where Ray had gone to......  I did not think much about it
and soon was absorbed reading my magazine.

   "Hi Mom" I heard Ray's voice near the house.  He walked up to up to the
pool wearing his Speedo shorts.  Then he jumped in the pool and did some
laps while I continued to read.

   "Mom, can you get me a towel?" He yelled from the pool.

   I got up and gave him my towel as he got out of the pool dripping wet.
As he dried himself, I glanced at his body.  He is certainly very lean and
muscular.  He had chiseled abs and powerful thighs.  I also noticed quite a
bulge in his pants indicating that my Son was no longer my little baby boy.
He has turned into a handsome young man.

   While I was checking him out, he was doing the same to me.  As I
expected, my Son's eyes were drawn to my large breasts and cleavage.  He
stared and his familiar labored breathing returned.  Not only that, but the
bulge in his Speedo had noticeably grown.

   I quickly returned to my lounge chair and tried to get back to my
reading.  But the damage was done!  I too had become aroused looking at my
own Son.  Looking at the bulge in his swimming suit had ignited a fire
within me.

   This could not be happening.  First my ex-husband, then my daughter and
now my Son and I were infected with incestuous lust.  What is wrong with
this family, I wondered?

   Quickly I went back into the house and poured myself a stiff drink
hoping to calm my nerves.  God, I was shaking, My nipples were hard and
once again my pussy was wet!!

   After finishing my drink I went upstairs to finish cleaning my bedroom
and after that I went into Ray's room.  As usual, his room was a mess. 
Dirty clothes and the usual signs that my son was a chronic masturbator.  I
have seen all the signs before - stained rags and towels by his bed.  Bed
sheets with dried cum stains and the usual stack of girlie magazines under
his mattress.  I was mildly amused.  After all, he is going though puberty
and his hormones must be driving him crazy.  I would be worried if he did
not relieve himself.

   Then I saw one magazine that was under his pillow that caught my
attention.  It was a glossy magazine with a picture of an older woman
kneeling in front of a teenage boy.  She was naked and her heavy, pendulous
breasts hung from her chest.  The boy's stiff cock was in her mouth as she
stared at the camera.

   Besides the explicit picture, it was the title of the magazine shocked
me - - "Mothers and Sons".  Judging by the folded pages, this magazine was
worn and had seen plenty of use!

   I did not know such magazines existed!!  I felt dizzy after seeing the
magazine.  I sat down on his bed, in case I fainted!!  After a few minutes,
I looked though the magazine.  There were pages and pages of young boys
engaging in various sex acts with older women.  They were very graphic
indeed.  They were supposedly pictures of mothers and their sons.

   One page showed a young boy with his stiff cock in his mother's pussy.
Another showed a beautiful woman with her mouth open showing her son
squirting his cum into her mouth.  The pages had titles like "I Love My
Son's Cock....  Masturbating My Son....Making Mother Pregnant and Cumming
home to Mother."

   I was both horrified and aroused.  My panties were soaked.  I finished
cleaning his room and then went downstairs to confront my Son with the
offending magazine.

   He was still in the backyard near the swimming pool.

   "Ray, come inside" I yelled at him.

   "Mom....what is it....can't it wait?" He replied.

   "No!!  Get in here NOW" I shot back.  I was shaking, not sure how I
would deal with my sick and perverted Son.  My own flesh and blood.

   "Ok, Mom what is it"?  He said with an annoyed tone as he came into the
house.

   "This" I said and threw the magazine at him.  It landed on the floor. 
His face turned red and was speechless.  He looked down at the floor
avoiding my gaze.

   "Well, what is this crap, where did you get this?" I screamed.

   "Mom, I am sorry....I.....  I..." he stammered unable to speak
coherently.

   "Where did you get this magazine...ANSWER ME" I shouted back.  "Tell me
Ray...Answer me.  And how long have you been looking at this crap" My voice
beginning to shake.

   "Mom....I,...I,...got it from Bobby" he started to sob.  "Mom, I am so
sorry" he continued.

   "You mean Bobby Hollander, Brenda's son"?  I asked.  "I don't believe
you.....tell me the truth" I insisted.

   "Mom, it is the truth....please believe me, I am telling you the
truth....please" he pleaded with me.  I thought he was about to cry.

   "I am going to call Brenda first thing in the morning.  I WILL get to
the bottom of this and you better not be lying young man" I hissed at him.

   "God, No Mom, please don't call his Mom.  He will get in big
trouble...please Mom, please don't call his mom" he pleaded.

   "Ray, now tell me, why do you look at such filth and where did Bobby get
this magazine anyway?" I asked.

   "Mom, I get turned on by reading about other Moms and Sons.  Bobby said
his Mom got him the magazine" he blurted out, still avoiding my gaze.

   "Ray, what are you saying....this is so sick, you can't be serious." I
said, my voice rising again.

   "Son, I know Bobby's Mom and I know she would not buy such a magazine.
She and I go to church together" I told my Son.

   "Mom, you don't understand.  Bobby and his Mom are very close" He
blurted out.  "Very close" he repeated.

   I ignored his last comment, not fully comprehending the message.

   "Now Son, answer my question, why do you look at such magazines...tell
me again?" I persisted.

   "Mom, please....  I look at them and then I masturbate.  It really turns
me on to think that some boys are so close to their Moms" he calmly said.
His face streaked with a combination of fear and shame.

   "Bobby said he and his Mom are very close just like the people in the
magazine" he said.  "Bobby even asked me if I was close to you like he and
his Mom" he continued.

   "Ray, listen to me.  Brenda loves her Son just like I love you.  I don't
believe any of this.  I can't imagine Brenda doing these things with Bobby"
I told him shaking my head.

   "Now go to your room" I told him.

   He did as told and I too went to my bedroom, closing the door.  I took
off my clothes and got under the covers.  My nipples were very stiff and my
pussy soaking wet!  I felt so sick that I thought I was going to throw up.

   It was as if my body had become disconnected from my brain.  My body
reacted with incestuous lust and shameful need that could not be
denied.....regardless of the shame and disgust I was feeling.  The shameful
truth was that I wanted my son just as much as he wanted me.

   My fingers snaked down towards my soaking wet pussy.  I stuck 2 fingers
in my flowing pussy and then rubbed my clit.  I closed my eyes savoring the
intense, forbidden pleasures that swept through my body.  With my left
hand, I pinched my nipples.

   Then images of my son flooded my imagination.  Ray in his pajamas with a
huge tent at his groin.....images of my Son in his bathing suit sporting a
formidable bulge....images of him dry humping me from behind as he did in
the kitchen; images of me kneeling in front of him lowering his
pajamas.....images of his beautiful, stiff cock staring at me....embracing
his waist with his cock resting on my cheek....leaving a trail of pre-cum
and the last image of my fingers wrapped around his stiff cock, slowly
masturbating my Son till he spurts and spurts his incestuous seed for his
Mother to taste and savor.

   The last image triggered a huge and shattering orgasm.  I moaned as wave
after wave of intense pleasure shook my body....so intense was my orgasm
that I thought I would pass out.  It felt as if I had ejaculated. 
Blissfully, sleep overtook me and I descended into restful slumber.  I
would call Brenda in the morning and ask about the magazine.





   Chapter 2

   I woke up bright and early Sunday morning.  Ray had already left for his
school where he was a member of the Drama Club.  They were rehearsing for a
forthcoming play.  The events of the last two days had turned my world
upside down.  The encounters with my Son had left me shaken and on edge.  I
did not know what to make of all the new feelings and desires that had
germinated within me.  How am I supposed to face my own Son knowing about
his secret desires and worse, that I too am infected by the same
malignancies of incestuous desire?  How am I to deal with the shameful
knowledge that I am attracted to my own son?

   My mind replayed the images in the magazine that I found in Ray's room.
I rationalized that all teen boys look at sex magazines, yet this magazine
was different.  This was not Playboy or Penthouse but hardcore incest.  I
wondered if there were other mothers who had sex with their sons.  Were
there families that practiced incest?  Or was it just me who was living in
my own bubble, unaware of what was happening all around me in the real
world?

   These thoughts swirled in my head as I walked over to the kitchen to
make my morning coffee.  I thought about the dreaded phone call I had to
make to Brenda, Bobby's mom.  I wanted to ask her about the incest magazine
and Ray's comments that "Bobby and his mom are very close".

   The answer seemed obvious: if Brenda gave the magazine to her son, and
he and his mom are apparently so close, then Brenda must have been having
sex with her own son!  She was committing incest.  I did not know what else
to think.

   I wondered how I would begin the awkward conversation with Brenda.  I
struggled to reconcile my feelings about her.  On one hand, Brenda was one
of my closest friends and we shared so much together.  We had raised our
sons side by side and shared many secrets.  Our husbands even played golf
together.  After her divorce from Nick, her ex-husband, we became even
closer and shared our heartaches and happy moments.  We were like sisters.

   On the other hand, Brenda may lead a secret life.  She may be having sex
with her son.  This Brenda was a stranger to me; a stranger with a dark,
secretive side.  A chill ran down my spine as I thought about this
possibility.

   I finished my coffee and headed to the living room to call Brenda.  I
nervously dialed her phone number, my hands shaking, my heart racing. 
Brenda answered the phone and we exchanged some pleasantries.  She
mentioned that she and Bobby were going to Santa Cruz to enjoy the beach
and whether I wanted to join them.  I told her I needed to talk to her. 
She picked up on the serious tone in my voice and asked:

   "Sue, is everything OK?  You don't sound well."

   I told her about the incest magazine I found in Ray's room.  He said he
had received the magazine from Bobby.  Was this true?

   "Brenda, do you know what I am talking about?  Do you know if Bobby gave
the magazine to my son.  Does Bobby read such magazines?  This is not
mainstream porn for heaven's sake!  This is incest!" I said trying very
hard to stay calm in spite of my heart thumping in my chest.

   There was dead silence on the phone.  It seems as if Brenda had dropped
the phone.

   Finally, she said, "Oh My God Sue, I am so embarrassed.  I had no idea
Bobby told anyone about that magazine.  Oh, no...  Jesus..." She stammered
incoherently struggling to find the right words.

   "Brenda, what are you saying?  I don't believe this.  Why would Bobby
read such a magazine and where would he get such a magazine anyway?  Do you
even know the kind of pictures that are in that magazine?" I asked in a
condescending tone.

   She remained silent.

   "Brenda, my son said Bobby got the magazine from you.  Is that true? 
You gave that magazine to your son?" I asked.  She remained silent for a
few more moments until finally she found the nerve to respond.

   "Yes, I gave him the magazine.  I just ...  just ...  I don't know what
to tell you," she said in a quiet voice.

   Another awkward silence ensued.

   "Sue, please...  try to understand...  the divorce devastated mine and
Bobby's life.  All we had was one another.  We cried together and comforted
each other.  Don't you remember what a basket case I was when Nick
abandoned us?" she pleaded looking for some sign of understanding on my
part.  "The loneliness and heartache became too much for both of us.  So we
turned to each other.  I know society does not approve of such behavior,
but we had few choices.  Sue, I don't expect you to agree with me, but as
my friend can you at least understand our situation?  Can you at least do
that?" she begged.  "Sue I don't want to discuss this over the phone.  Can
I come over, please?  Lets talk in person; I don't want to do this over the
phone."

   I agreed and quickly hung up the phone.  I walked over to the family
room and sat down on the couch trying to fit the pieces of this puzzle.  I
saw the incest magazine still sitting on the table, just where I had left
it yesterday.  Dare I look at it again?

   I could not resist.  I picked up the magazine and with shaking fingers
turned the pages.  My pussy was soaked as I looked at the mother-son
photos. Now the faces were of Brenda and her son in my mind: perverted
images of Brenda kneeling in front of her son and sucking his cock; images
of Brenda masturbating her Son into her open mouth; images of both of them
proudly staring at the camera, smiling as Bobby's cock was fully inside his
mother; more images of Brenda smiling while spreading her legs wide open
for her son; her fingers spreading her pussy lips to show her son her
forbidden passage, a place where a Son must never go.

   Each image was more explicit and forbidden than the last.

   My heart was thumping in my chest and to my horror my pussy began to
moisten, just like last night.  I could not get the vile images out of my
mind.  I became immobilized.  It was as if my body had taken over and my
brain was no longer in command.  I shut my eyes and squeezed my thighs
hoping to stem the flow of nectar from my pussy, but that only magnified
the throbbing between my legs.  The seepage from my pussy had become a
flood and my panties were now soaked.

   Good Lord, what was happening to me?  Why was becoming so aroused by
incestuous thoughts and images?  Was it the taboo nature of the act that
aroused me to such a fevered pitch?  My pussy throbbed as I pondered the
reasons for my body's carnal response.

   Since Brenda would be here in a few minutes, I hurried upstairs and
jumped in the shower as if to cleanse my body and mind and regain my
composure.  I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature as hot as I
could stand it.  I wanted to scrub my body of its shameful desires.

   As I soaped by body, my fingers brushed across my slick pussy and
swollen clit eliciting a loud moan.  I rubbed it again and fingered my
vulva and soon was openly masturbating.  Two fingers penetrated my
overheated pussy, thumbing my clit, pinching my nipples, finger fucking
myself.  I closed my eyes and again erotic images reappeared in my mind. 
This time images of my own son reading the incest magazine flashed in my
mind.  His hand was fisting his stiff cock while his other hand fondling
his swollen balls.  He masturbated jerking his hips in time with his fist,
grunting as he approached his climax until finally a torrent of cum shot
out of his young cock.

   These thoughts and the images made me swoon and soon my legs shook as an
orgasm swept through me with intensity.  My weak knees could no longer
support my weight as I slid along the shower wall and ended up on the
floor. The water spray cascaded over my naked body, hopefully washing away
my sinful desires.  I closed my eyes and surrendered to the post orgasmic
bliss as my breathing slowly returned to normal.

   After a few minutes, I got up and toweled my hair and body.  In spite of
my orgasm, my nipples remained stiff and my breasts seemed fuller and more
sensitive than usual.  I put on a simple dress.  I did not bother wearing a
bra or panties or any makeup.  Just then the doorbell rang and I went
downstairs to meet Brenda.  I quietly let her in and she followed me to the
living room where we sat down facing each other.  She avoided my gaze
preferring instead to look down at her lap almost in a submissive,
defensive posture.  Just as well, I thought, otherwise she may be able to
see right through me and discover that I too was aroused by incestuous
thoughts.  I felt so transparent.

   I remained silent, giving Brenda the opportunity to start the
conversation.  After a few seconds of awkward silence, she spoke.

   "Sue I know you must think I am horrible, but please try to understand
our situation.  After Nick left us two years ago, our lives were shattered.
All we had was each other.  One thing led to another and before I knew it,
we were comforting each other emotionally and physically," she explained as
she finally had the courage to look into my eyes.  I noticed her eyes were
wet and pleading.  She appeared uncomfortable and was deeply affected by
the current circumstances.

   I did not want to interrupt her, so I let her continue.

   "I know society condemns such things, but I am sure there are other moms
who are intimate with their sons.  I can't believe that I am the only
person to have crossed the line.  Like you, I love my son very much and
would not do anything to harm him.  I am sure you know that," she
continued. I felt she was talking to herself almost as much as she was
speaking to me.

   "How long have you two been doing this?  How did it start?" I asked.  I
was hoping to learn from her experience and perhaps it might help me deal
with own.

   She explained that they had been doing it for about a year.  It stared
when she walked in to Bobby's room and caught him masturbating.  He had a
pair of her lace panties around his swollen cock as he jacked off
furiously. His eyes were closed so he was unaware of her presence.  He
continued to masturbate till he spurted his cum all over his belly.  As he
spurted, he moaned "Mama, mama ooh my mama...  aaah..." as pearly cream
spewed out of the tip of his cock as he continued to rub her panties over
his cock.

   "I was shocked to hear him call for his mother while masturbating.  It
was bad enough he was jerking off into my panties but calling out for me as
he came had me shaking my head," Brenda said.

   "Then he opened his eyes and saw me standing at the door of his room. 
He was horrified and screamed `MOM...  What are you doing here?' He
frantically pulled the bed sheet over his groin and covered his eyes with
his forearm refusing to look at me.  I could feel the deep sense of shame
and embarrassment that my boy felt at that moment.  So rather than make a
scene, I decided to comfort him and alleviate his shame.  Was that so
wrong? After all, he was all I had left in my life and the last thing I
wanted to do was to alienate him and drive a wedge between us," Brenda
explained.

   Brenda said that she walked over to sit down on the bed.  Bobby was
still too ashamed to look at his mother.  So she explained to him that she
was shocked but not angry with him.  She told him she loved him very much
and understood that teen boys masturbate and often have a crush on their
mommies.  He was not the first boy to think of his mother "that way".  She
kissed his forehead as a gesture of reassurance and slowly he moved his arm
and looked at her.  Finally, he looked at her.

   "Sue he looked like a scared puppy.  He looked so adorable.  I just
wanted to hold him," she explained.

   I was speechless.  Here was my best friend telling me how she seduced
her own boy and I was spellbound.  Yet, I did not feel any of my earlier
revulsion.  I let Brenda continue.

   "I looked into his puppy eyes and honestly, I never felt closer to my
son.  I leaned over and kissed him again, this time fully on his lips. 
This was not a mother to son kiss, but a man to woman kiss.  He was
startled a bit but quickly returned the kiss.  As the kiss lingered, it
became very passionate and soon I crawled into my son's bed.  I was still
clothed but he was as naked as the day he was born," she said with pride.

   "I get the picture, you don't need to go into details," I chided her. 
Yet, I was fascinated by her story.  "Brenda, he is your son.  How could
you have sex with your own son?" I questioned.

   "I struggled with my feelings for a while," she replied.

   "But given the loneliness and heartache I had endured, I gave in to my
desires.  Plus, Bobby needed his mother and he was sexually starved, so I
felt it was my duty as a mother to help and comfort my child.  No mother
wants to see their child suffer," she explained.  "Sue, I also want you to
know that the last year has been my happiest.  I feel like my boy has come
home to his mother.  I feel so close to him.  Bobby also told me he is
happiest when he is in his mother's arms where I feel he belongs and as a
bonus, his grades have improved."

   I became aroused by her story and her explanations.  My pussy became
moist.  I wondered how I would feel if my son was between my legs.  Would I
feel the same level of closeness and warmth?

   She explained that by keeping him sexually fulfilled at home, she
protects her son from the nasty, slutty girls at his school who tease him
mercilessly.  This way she protects Bobby from sexual diseases or getting
some girl pregnant.  Another advantage is that she herself is sexually
fulfilled and no longer has to date a bunch of creepy men.  Bobby takes
care of his mommy every day and every night.

   "In fact, he has moved into my bedroom, so he can take care of his mommy
2 or 3 times a day!" she proudly announced.

   "Sue, I am not telling you what to do.  I am just telling you what has
worked for us.  We no longer hide our affection and our feelings for each
other.  There were no more secrets in our house.  One of our favorite
activities is to go on-line together to check out websites related to
family love."

   I was genuinely moved by Brenda's honesty.  I was intrigued and aroused.
I decided to reciprocate and confess my feelings to her since she had been
so candid and open.  I no longer felt any revulsion that she had sex with
her teen son.  Instead, I had feelings of understanding and reconciliation.

   "Brenda, I have something to confess also," I said.

   I told her about the events of the last 2 days and how Ray is obsessed
with incestuous thoughts about his mother.  I told her about his constant
peeping and trying to touch me and rub against.  Then I find the magazine
"Mothers and Sons" and a pair of my panties on his bed.  I had no idea what
he was doing with them, although after Brenda's description of Bobby
masturbating with her panties, I could guess.

   "Yesterday, he hugged me from behind while I was in the kitchen.  I felt
his thick cock against my ass.  He kept trying to push it into my ass.  It
seemed like he was dry humping me," I told Brenda.

   Brenda interrupted me.  "Sue, like Bobby, Ray needs his mother too,
can't you see that?  The poor boy must be suffering so much.  His hormones
must be driving him crazy and he needs relief.  You know he is such a good
boy."

   I told her about how I too had become attracted and very aroused by his
behavior.  I told her about the vivid images of my son that flash through
my mind.

   "Sue, listen to me.  You both need each other.  I am sure you can see
that, and Ray is just like Bobby.  The two of them could be brothers.  Both
are blessed with strong sexual desires for their mothers.  So instead of
making our sons feel guilty, I think it is better to allow their feelings
to blossom and celebrate their youthful desires.  Why should we punish them
for what is a very natural response among young boys?  " she said.

   I understood.  My son was suffering and was turning to his mother for
relief.  So I asked, "Brenda, you could be right, so what do you suggest I
do?"

   "Well, first you have to make him feel comfortable around you.  I
suggest you start wearing more revealing clothes around the house.  You
have such a nice figure, why do you hide it?  When Ray stares at your
breasts, just smile and don't make him feel guilty.  Around our house, I
wear skimpy clothes and you should see the reaction, or shall I say
erections, I get from Bobby!  You also know all boys are attracted to their
mother's breasts, so I am sure you can figure out what to do." She smiled
looking at my jutting breasts.

   "May I also suggest hugging him and perhaps kissing him on his cheek and
lips?  Let him feel his mother's body and don't push him away when he rubs
himself on you.  Closeness is to be encouraged since it builds trust and a
physical bond between a mother and her son." She continued, "I did the same
thing with Bobby.  Every time Bobby hugs me, I can feel his cock.  Rather
than push him away, I allow him to rub his stiff erection all over my body.
Usually, we end up kissing and well ...  I am sure you can figure out the
rest..." she concluded.

   "Well Sue, I hope I did not shock you too much with my revelations.  As
I said, we are both very happy and that is the most important thing," she
said.

   With those remarks she got up and headed for the front door.  I gave her
a warm hug and a kiss.  I told her she was very special and I loved her as
one of my closest friends.  While leaving, she looked down at my blouse and
saw my stiff nipples proudly forming two little tents.

   "Oh my, look at you," she smiled with approval.  "Now go and take care
of your son...  and don't forget to tell me about it!  Bye".

   Chapter 3

   As Brenda left, I went back to my bedroom to lie down and compose my
thoughts.  Ray would not be home for another hour, so I took the time to
think about what I should do.  I took Brenda's advice and stopped feeling
guilty and start giving my son the physical affection he needed.  The
nagging voices telling me that incest was evil were becoming faint.  My
son's needs were taking priority over societal norms and values.

   I shivered at the thought of many indulgences that were waiting for both
of us.  For the second time today, my pussy became wet and the familiar
spasms returned even though I had masturbated earlier this morning.  While
I wanted so much to scratch the itch between my legs, I got up and went to
my closet to wear something sexy.  I wanted to surprise my beautiful boy
when he returned home.

   I selected a tight fitting cami top with a low neckline and spaghetti
straps.  My grapefruit sized breasts formed an alluring cleavage that would
be hard to miss.  My stiff nipples poked out of the fabric like small
headlights.  Given my son's fascination with my breasts, I know he would be
drawn to them like bees to honey.  To complement my top, I selected a skirt
that ended just above my knees.  The skirt was loose fitting and provided
tantalizing views of my naked thighs as I moved about.  I did not bother
wearing any nylons so my son could stare at my naked legs and thighs.  I
wore sexy, high-cut panties that pushed into my pussy.  I applied only
light makeup and a dab of my favorite perfume and I was ready to face my
son.

   I looked in the mirror and was amazed at my sexy transformation.  I
smiled as I thought how my son could resist his sexy, sultry mother.  Well,
I did not have long to wait, since he would be home soon.  I went
downstairs and turned on the TV.  As I sat on the couch, the loose skirt
rode up my legs displaying a generous amount of my thighs.  From the right
vantage point, my son could look all the way between my thighs and even see
my panties.  I shivered at the possibilities.

   As I leaned forward to grab the magazine from the table, my size 38D
breasts bulged out of the camisole threatening to pop out in all their
naked glory.  I adjusted my top slightly but to no avail.  The cami was too
low cut to offer much cover.  My generous cleavage would be on display for
my son see.  My nipples were sticking out proudly as if to announce of my
arousal.  My legs were slightly open hinting of the treasures that lay
between them.

   As I flicked through the TV channels, I heard Ray outside the door
fumbling with the door key.  He was about to enter, so I held my breath. 
My heart was beating feverishly.

   "Hi mom," he announced as he walked in the family room.

   "Hi baby, did you have a good rehearsal?" I answered.  I purposely
avoided making eye contact.  I wanted to know if he noticed my risqué
attire.  I wanted to see if he was affected by his mother's clothing. 
Almost immediately I head him gasp.

   "Wow, mama, you ...  you...  look...  so nice," he said.  He was openly
staring at me and just as I expected, his eyes were fixated on my deep
cleavage.  I pretended not to notice his gawking.

   "Well thank you, darling.  What a nice thing to say," I said finally
looking at him.  His face looked flushed.  He had that confused look about
him as if he had seen a ghost.  I smiled at him, but my smile seemed to go
unnoticed.

   "Well, baby, did you have a nice rehearsal?" I asked trying to nudge him
from starting at his big-titted mother.  "Come here, Ray," I told him but
he seemed immobilized.  I got up and started to walk towards him.  As I
rose, my breasts bulged out and I heard him gasp.

   "Sweetie, come here," I said again, a bit louder this time.  He finally
came towards me and into my open arms.  My breasts pushed into his chest. I
am sure he felt their size and warmth.  How could he not?

   "What's the matter baby, cat got your tongue"?  I asked.  "Or don't you
love your mommy anymore?" I continued while I hugged my son.  "Just the
other day, you kept telling me how much you loved me, remember?  Or were
you just kidding me?" I pouted.

   "Well...  eh...  mmm...  I thought you might be still upset with me...
you know...  about the magazine," he said in a shy, hesitant tone.

   "No sweetie.  I am not upset anymore.  I am sorry I over-reacted.  I
guess I forgot that you are not my little boy any more.  You are all grown
up and I have to give you privacy.  I know how teenage boys are and how
they are constantly looking at girls and how their hormones are very
active...  and...  and...  that they have strong urges," I told him.

   I walked him over to the couch where we sat down holding hands and
facing each other, my breasts pointing at him provocatively.  The generous
cleavage had the desired effect; again my son's eyes were drawn to my
breasts and stiff nipples tenting the thin cami.

   "Now tell me, why do you want to look at such magazines?  Most teen boys
look at magazines like Playboy or Penthouse.  Why do you look at a magazine
involving mothers and sons?" I wanted to know.

   He reluctantly looked up at my face and said, "I don't know mom.  I have
always been turned on by thoughts of mothers and sons and boys touching
their moms.  I know I am not supposed to think about these things, but I
guess I did not care.  The more I thought about it, the more turned on I
would get.  When Bobby showed me the magazine, I realized I was not the
only boy who thought about his mother in a sexual way," he confessed. 
"Then Bobby told me about his mom and all the things they did.  I started
imagining about you and wondered if we could be like Bobby and him mom.  I
hope you are not upset and think that I am some kind of freak or weirdo,"
he said looking into my eyes and seeking some reassurance.

   "Oh, honey," I said, "mommy understands.  I had no idea you had such
deep feelings towards me.  But you have to understand how wrong all this
is. Mommies are supposed to love and protect their kids from such things.
Not have sex them.  Can you understand that?" I asked.

   Ray seemed unmoved.  He said, "But I get so turned on when I think about
you and touching you.  What am I supposed to do?"

   "Well, what DO you do?" I inquired.

   "I go to the bathroom or to my room and...  and...  mmm...  you know...
I touch my self," he said and looked down trying to avoid my gaze.

   I wanted details, so I pressed him.  "What do you do Ray, what do you
touch?"

   "I touch myself, you know, I touch my penis because it gets so stiff, so
I touch it and jerk it and make it feel good till this goo comes out," he
said as his eyes returned back to my breasts.  It seems our conversation
was affecting my son.  I glanced down at his crotch and sure enough, his
pants were sharply tented.

   My son's words also made me shiver and my pussy became damp.  I imagined
my son jerking off with images of his mother.  When I looked down at his
crotch, I noticed the unmistakable bulge.  It seemed like I was not the
only one affected by this conversation.

   "I understand, baby.  Mommy understands.  All boys do this and play with
their cocks," I reassured him.  I think my use of the word cock surprised
him.

   "But mom, Bobby and his mom are very close.  Why can't we be close just
like them?" he asked.

   "I don't believe that.  What exactly did Bobby tell you?" I asked even
though I knew Bobby and his mom were having sex together.

   "Bobby said he and his mom kiss and hug and then he touches her, you
know, all over.  His mom lets him play with her boobs and even lets him
look at them when she is naked.  She also touches his penis and plays with
it till he shoots his goo," he said.  "Bobby even takes a shower with his
mom and then she kisses his penis and when he squirts his goo, he told me
his mom swallows it."

   I shivered hearing such graphic descriptions of Brenda and her son.  My
damp pussy was now soaking wet.  The conversation was quickly spinning out
of control.  So in order to regain control, I told Ray that I loved him
very much and wanted him to be happy.  I told him I wanted to be close to
him also - like a mother and her son.  The reality was that I could not
resist my son and wanted him as much as he wanted his mother.

   He did not know to interpret my words, so I leaned over and kissed him
on his forehead.  His arms went around me.  I kissed him again on his lips.
It started as a slow, tentative peck on his lips but soon grew in its
intensity and passion.  His tongue pushed past my lips and tried to enter
my mouth.  I clenched my teeth to deny him entry.  He persisted. 
Eventually, I stopped resisting and his tongue entered my mouth.

   I moaned as our tongues intertwined in a forbidden dance.  The kiss
seemed to go on and on till I pushed him back.  I was breathless.  This
time it was my son who leaned towards me for another kiss.  I could not
resist.  Another passionate, forbidden kiss ensued.  After a few seconds my
son buried his face into my shoulder and began to suck on my neck.

   I remember Brenda telling me not to push my son away when he wanted to
be close to his mother, so I allowed my son to do as he pleased.  I ran my
fingers through his hair as a silent gesture that he could continue to kiss
his Mother, and even go further if he so wanted.  With his face buried in
my neck, he did not have to look at me or make eye contact, so he could
continue fondling his mother any way he wanted.

   I felt his right hand dip down and his fingers began to caress the top
of my breasts.  Then, ever so slowly, he moved his fingers lower until he
felt my top.  As he continued to kiss and suck on the side of my neck, his
fingers slipped inside my top as he continued to feel the softness of my
breast.

   My heart beating wildly, my pussy gushing its nectar, I gasped as I felt
his finger move down further, nearing the erect nipple.  Just then, his
fingers seemed to stop their movement and began to feel the areole and the
ridges around my nipple; his fingers made small circles.  I closed my eyes
and gave in to the voluptuous feelings.  Then, almost as if by its own
accord, my right hand moved to his crotch.  My son gasped as I felt his
hardness.  He jerked as if he had felt an electric shock.  He pulled away
to look into my eyes.

   We stared at each other.  The powerful emotions sweeping over us made
words unnecessary.  We both understood that we were crossing a line and our
relationship was about to change forever.  What we were about to do could
not be undone.  I closed the gap between us and kissed my son on his lips.
Our kiss went on and on and soon his hands returned to my breast.  He
reached into my top to continue where he had left off, slipping his fingers
further this time they scraped my areole and then advanced towards the
nipple.

   I, too, continued where I had left off and rubbed the front of his pants
and was rewarded with more gasps.  I increased pressure as I continued to
rub his cock back and forth.  I used my thumb to rub his cock back and
forth while increasing pressure with each pass.

   My son moaned into my mouth, or was that me?

   As I rubbed my son's cock through his pants, images of another scene
flashed into my head.  I remember that movie scene where the late actress
Jill Clayburgh rubbed her son's cock though his pants in the movie "La
Luna".  I was doing exactly the same thing.

   I reached between his legs and cupped his balls and cock.  With his cock
and balls fully trapped in my hand, I began a slow massage.  Even though
his pants were separating my hand from his naked cock, I could feel its
heat and its throbbing.

   "Ah mama," he cried out in lust as he pulled away from my lips and
buried his face once again into my shoulder.  Once again, he began fondling
my breasts.  Then he withdrew his hand and moved it to my shoulder.  Slowly
and with some hesitation, he lowered the strap on my left shoulder.  As he
pulled it down, more and more of my breast came into view.  I wanted my son
to see my breast.  Slowly, his hands came down and slipped inside the cami
and captured my nipple.  Then he pinched it.

   "Oh Baby..." I moaned as I shivered with lust.  He rubbed the nipple
back and forth just like I was rubbing and fondling his cock.  I undid his
belt in the hope that I could feel his naked cock in my hands.  I did
manage to undo his belt and then lowered his zipper but it was not possible
to lower his pants any further since he was sitting down.  So I reached
inside and this time I felt his cock through his underwear.  I reached
under and once again captured his cock and balls in my hand.  His underwear
was wet with pre-cum.  His cock pulsed in my hand as if it were alive.

   Only a thin layer of cloth separated me from my son!  I savored the
moment.  I did not want to let go of my boy's cock.

   While I was mesmerized by his cock, Ray lowered the other strap of my
top and soon both of my breasts were on display.  He began to maul and
fondle both breasts.  His long repressed desires and fantasies were coming
to life.  His desires to be "close" to his mother were finally becoming a
reality.

   I desperately wanted to feel my son's naked cock, so I snaked my hand
inside his underwear.  He shuddered and groaned as I made such intimate
contact.  My fingers curled around its length.  Again, I closed my eyes
allowing myself to savor this precious moment.  I did not want this to end.
I was holding my beautiful boy's cock in my hand.  His cock was not
particularly large, but had this delightful foreskin since he had not been
circumcised.  I felt every ridge, vain and contour as it pulsed in my hand.

   Slowly, I began to jack him off: back and forth, slowly.  I wanted to
give my son the greatest amount of pleasure.  He moaned, "Ahhhhh... 
Mama... Mama..." as his breathing became harsher and labored.  He tried
jerking his hip, trying to hump my hand but that was not possible given our
sitting position.

   As I continued to jerk his cock, I used my thumb to smear the pre-cum on
the head of his glorious cock with each stroke.  This made this cock drool
even more pre-cum.  His groans became louder as he continued to maul my
breasts.  I tightened my hold on his cock and resumed sliding my hand up
and down.  I could only imagine what was going on inside my son's head. 
Years of incestuous fantasies and unmet desires were surfacing.  I wanted
to prolong my son's pleasure and allow him to indulge in his incestuous
fantasies.

   For me, the sheer taboo nature of the act had set my pussy on fire.  It
was as if a dam had burst and now I could not get enough of my son.  I
arched my back and thrust my breasts into his hands encouraging him to do
as he wished.  He squeezed them together and watched the deep cleavage.  I
put my hand behind his head and he buried his face in my ample cleavage.  I
pushed his head lower hoping he would lick and suck my elongated nipples.
He did as I expected and had latched on to my left nipple with his mouth.
Immediately, his tongue began to wash over the nipple.  I groaned and
tightened my grip around his cock jerking him more urgently.

   Ray groaned into my breasts and then his body shook and heaved like he
was having a heart attack.  He cried out, "Ahhhh yeeeea, mama, mama..." as
his cock jerked in my hand and erupted.  I desperately wanted to feel his
warm cum, so I moved my hand over the head of his spewing cock.  In this
position, I felt jet after jet of my boy's precious cum as it flooded into
my hand.  Warm, thick cum from all the incestuous lust that built up in my
son was finally coming out.

   To further inflame his senses, I whispered, "Yes, baby, let it all come
out.  Let it all go.  That's a good boy, yes, yes, mmmm...  You're such a
big boy...  Yes, just like that." Then, to prolong his pleasure, I moved my
cum-soaked hand to cup his balls.  I slowly massaged them, coaxing them to
give up their precious fluid.

   Ray groaned even louder as another volley of cum shot out of this cock.
He cried out in pleasure.  The spurting began to slow and subside.  I moved
my hands to his cock, massaging him slowly.  He slumped against my
shoulder. The incredible orgasm had drained him of his lust and his energy.

   While my son's lust had been satisfied, I was still on fire.  My
dripping pussy begged for relief.  I thought about going to the bathroom
and sitting on the toilet while I rubbed my cunt and gained relief.  The
idea seemed ludicrous.  I did not want to break the warm embrace with my
son.  If I was going to cum then I would do so in his arms - just as he had
cum in my arms.

   I extracted my hand from his soaked underwear and moved my fingers to my
thighs and then slipped my hand inside my panties.  Ray's cum was still on
my hands as it intermixed with my own juices.  I was shaking as my fingers
slid along the groove of my pussy, back and forth, stopping to tease and
tweak my clit.  After a few more sweeps I plunged 2 of my fingers deep into
my cunt.  I gasped at the intensity of my pleasure.  I finger fucked myself
as I held my son with the other arm.  He seemed to be oblivious to my
plunging fingers.  Could he not feel my jerking hand?

   I continued and soon it was I who moaned and convulsed as a wave of
pleasure swept over me.  I cried out in pleasure and bit my lip to avoid
screaming.  My pussy shuddered and squirted some of my feminine nectar.

   I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my lips.  I licked some of my
juice and then moved them to my son's lips.  I dragged my wet fingers
across his lips and then kissed his lips.  It was as if to seal our
incestouos love.  I don't believe I have ever felt closer to another person
as I did with my son.  Brenda was right.  There is no better feeling than
that of loving your son physically and emotionally.

   Our relationship was now changed forever.  Soon we would be traveling
down a new and different road.  A journey we would take together both as
mother and son, and man and woman.  I felt no guilt or shame by what
happened between us.
   To be continued . . .