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 F/b Incest Pedo Cons

   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never be this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.



   Son

   by Pedro Feelya



   I was lying back against my pillows.  My lotion covered hand caressed my
penis while my other hand cupped my balls.  I had my eyes closed as I
remembered seeing Julie's panties, as she had bent way over a wall to get a
ball.  The sensations of pleasure that ran up and down my shaft tingled
through my whole body and took my breath away.

   Masturbating was still pretty new to me.  I had always gotten
uncomfortable stiffies, usually at inconvenient times.  Sometimes I had
rubbed it and it always felt good.  But now there was a burning feeling the
made me hunger for more.  My voice had already started to deepen and I knew
that I would soon grow hair all over my body.  The last two times I had
masturbated, I had leaked and squirted sperm out of my piss hole.  I wasn't
too worried.  I had read about stuff like this and now it made sense.

   I remembered Julie's panties were tight on her butt and showed a little
crease up the middle where her cock should be.  If I concentrated and
squeezed my eyes shut hard enough, I could imagine touching her.

   Always worried, I opened my eyes to glance at my bedroom door.

   I froze.

   Mom was standing there, inside my bedroom.

   I was dead.  I was so very dead.  Adrenaline poured through me and
heightened all my senses.  I could smell the lotion.  I could hear the
birds outside and the TV in the living room.  I could feel my skin turn
cold as sweat suddenly poured from me.

   Suddenly I was desperate.  I was trapped.  Maybe I could hide what I was
doing.  Mom was already inside my door and the door was closed behind her.
I had no idea how long she had been watching me.  Maybe I could talk my way
out of this.  Maybe if I apologized enough; if I promised to mow the lawn
every day for a month, maybe she would just leave and not say anything.

   Mom started to walk toward me.  My mouth was open, but nothing would
come out.  She was staring right at my dick.  I wanted to hide but I
couldn't move.  I didn't know how to hide what I had been doing.

   Mom reached for me and I tried to sit up instinctively.  Her one hand
pushed my shoulder, pushing me back onto my bed.  Her other hand wrapped
around my soft cold dick.

   Now I was truly terrified.  She was going to rip my dick off.

   But instead; Mom smiled at me.

   She murmured softly to no one in particular, "I've waited ten years for
this."

   Mom began to rub and massage my penis.  Her hand was cold and I was
scared and I had no idea what the hell she was doing.

   "C'mon baby," she whined, "don't you want to help me?"

   I truly did not know what was going on.  Was my mom trying to get me
hard?  I had never ever thought of her in a sexual way.  She was my mom.

   My body was starting to betray me and I felt my dick harden a little in
her hand.  Mom seemed to want this and started to pump her hand up and
down.

   Maybe this was some sort of sick trick.  Maybe this was something that
was supposed to happen but I had never read about.  Maybe our family was
just different.  I began to hope.  It looked like that I would not only
survive this, but it might even feel good.

   I was fully stiff and it felt really good; then mom let go.  She stood
straight up, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and peeled it straight up and
off, in a single fluid motion.

   I had never thought of my mom sexually, but I had always tried to catch
a glimpse of her nude or in her underwear.  She might be my mom, but she
was still a girl.

   She stood before me in her plain white bra.  I had seen her several
times like this.  But now, she reached behind her back and undid the snap.
She shrugged her shoulders forward and the bra fell down into her arms. 
Her white breasts had dark pink nipples and they were pointed right at me.
Each breast was bigger than a softball, and the skin around them was smooth
and curved gracefully.  They looked like the breasts on statues, but they
were bigger, and they were real.

   I was staring, and I couldn't look away.  She was showing her tits to
me. I knew that she had a nice body.  A couple friends even said they would
like to see her in a swimsuit.  I had just never thought about her topless
body being a sexy thing.

   Mom reached back down and slid her hand up and down my boner.  Her hand
was now warm and she caressed it a little roughly, but the feeling of her
hand was the most fantastic thing I had ever felt.  I spasmed a little.  I
tore my eyes from her breasts and looked into her face.  Mom was smiling at
me as if my staring at her tits was alright with her.

   Encouraged, I relaxed a little and I felt my balls tightening.

   Mom stopped again.  Again I felt a pang of fear, and a little pang of
loss.  This was becoming a little frustrating.  She reached up and dragged
my shirt off of me.  She then moved back to pull my shoes and socks off. 
When she started to pull my jeans down, I lifted my hips to let her.  It
felt scary, but if she wanted me naked in front of her, I wouldn't fight.

   Then she stood and reached for the front of her own jeans.  I couldn't
believe it.  My heart pounded so hard that my eyes hurt.  Was she actually
going to take her pants off?  I don't think that I saw her as my mother
anymore.  I was now going to see my first naked woman.

   She slowly undid her button and pulled down her zipper.  One part of my
mind noted that she was going slowly on purpose to tease me.  I didn't
care, this was more than I had dreamed of.

   She slowly wiggled her hips as she slid her jeans down.  Her bright red
underwear hugged her hips and bulged out in front a tiny bit.

   She then kicked her pants away like it was a dance move.  She turned
toward me, bouncing a little, and hooked her thumbs into her panties.  She
paused.  I looked up into her face and she absolutely beamed with
excitement.  She wanted to show me her body almost as much as I wanted to
see it.

   She bent over at her waist, toward me.  Her boobs swung down and rocked
together hypnotically.  Then she stood back up.

   I stared at her crotch.  There was hair in a triangle between her legs
but stopped just above two fleshy lips caught between the tops of her
thighs.  The hair was short enough that I could see her white skin under
it. She turned back and forth a little, showing it all to me.

   My dick strained painfully at the air.  I didn't dare move, but I wanted
to do things (I wasn't sure what), to her body.  She walked forward to the
bed, and then crawled onto it, and over my body.  I watched her face in
excitement and fear.

   "I want you to give me a baby." She whispered.

   Suddenly a dozen things clicked in my brain.  I was an only child.  My
parents always wanted more children, but couldn't have any.  From
overhearing stuff, I knew that dad couldn't make babies.  Now mom wanted me
to make a baby.  She wanted a baby by my father, but I was the next closest
thing.

   I knew that sex made babies; I just wasn't very sure what sex was.  I
hoped I was about to find out.

   Mom leaned over me and swung one leg over so that she straddled my
stomach.  Her boobs swung forward and landed on my face.  I was in heaven.
I couldn't help myself from nuzzling them a little with my face.  I hoped
she wouldn't be offended.  Instead, she intentionally rubbed her boobs back
and forth, all over my face.

   I felt her reach down between our bodies and I felt her hand wrap around
my dick.  Then she shifted her weight back and something warm, wet, and
incredibly soft surrounded my dick.  It wasn't her hand.  I had thought her
hand was the best feeling thing on earth, but this felt so good it was
almost scary.

   She raised herself a little and her boobs lifted from my face and swayed
before my eyes.  The angle and pressure on my boner changed.  I realized
that my penis must somehow be inside my mother.  I guess this was fucking.

   Mom began to rock back and forth a little.  Her boobs swung
tantalizingly close to my face.  The sensation on my dick was insanely
strong.  I had to orgasm.  I had never needed anything so bad in my life.

   Mom had just started moving on top of me, and I wanted these feelings to
last forever, but I was losing it.  The top of my head exploded.  The
feelings were so intense that the pleasure was excruciating.  There was a
burning pain inside my dick that burst inside in fire inside my mother.  My
whole body clenched and I cried out.

   For less than a minute I was awash in pleasure.  Now my dick was in
agony as my mother still rode on top of me.  She seemed lost in a world of
her own.

   I could feel the heat from her naked body.  There was a smell of sweat
and something else.  What I could see, my eyes drank in and burned images
into my brain.  Her breasts sucked my attention.  Her nipples strangely
tantalized and excited me.  I had forgotten how to breathe normally and I
gulped at air.

   My dick was in an agony of over-stimulation, but I wasn't about to wish
it to end.  I could put up with a lot more pain if it meant feeling the
rest of these pleasures.

   The burning hunger was back in me and I wanted more.  I began to flex my
butt and hips, burying myself as deep as I could into my mother.  I learned
her rhythm and matched it.  It was so natural, to thrust into her warmth
and pull back to thrust again.

   For the first time I used my hands.  I grabbed her around the waist and
pulled her down hard against me each time I thrust up into her.

   Mom had been moaning and grunting the whole time, but now her grunts
were becoming high pitched squeaks.  She sped up a little, and then she
suddenly froze.  She let out a long squeal.  She collapsed forward onto me
and began to shudder.  I guess she was having a spasm like I did.

   I wasn't sure what to do, but I knew what I wanted, so I kept pumping my
dick in and out of her.  I loved the feel of her boobs squished against my
chest.  My hands slid down and I naughtily began to grab and squeeze her
butt.

   Mom continued to shudder and shake on top of me, but after a minute or
two, her hips started to move again.  She stopped shuddering as she lifted
her weight off of me.  She ground her hips painfully into mine and I
gripped her hips trying to pull her even tighter.

   Mom made growling animal noises on top of me.  She was becoming an
animal and it didn't bother me at all.  I wanted to be an animal inside of
her.  I bucked upward, trying to pound.  She ground her hips and contorted
her body.

   I had been watching, wide eyed this whole time.  Mom's eyes had been
closed most of the time, but now she opened her eyes and looked down into
mine.  The person I saw inside her was my mother, and yet was somebody I
had never seen before.

   "Fuck your mother.  Give me a baby." She growled.

   This made me kind of uncomfortable, but it seemed to drive mom wild, as
she grunted heavily and then started squealing again.  This time she kept
her eyes open and stared into mine.

   I should have felt uncomfortable, but I could see how much she wanted me
to keep going, and that kind of made me wild inside too.  I tried to thrust
my hips under her but she was grinding too hard and wiggling too fast. 
Besides, I was losing control as I felt my orgasm build.  I bit my lip,
hoping to distract myself.  Looking up at my mother's naked heaving body,
her breasts bouncing and her bobbing, was too much.

   Mom's hips went into overdrive and started slamming my body.  This
shocked me a little.

   At some point her grinding became violent shaking and I could feel
spasms inside her gripping my dick.  She closed her eyes and sat upright,
her hands gripped her head to keep it from coming off.  I knew that
feeling.

   She was still violently shaking on top of me and beginning to squeal
loudly.  My world dimmed as my own head started to fall apart and in some
painfully slow squirts, I gave her all I had.  Then she continued to suck
the life out of me through my dick.  It felt like I was dying and being
born at the same time.

   Mom fell forward against me.  I was squished under her hot wet naked
body.  I wanted to stay like this forever.  My penis was still hard inside
of her, but there was no burning desire to pump into her now.  I wanted to
hold her and be held.

   I should have gotten bored or tired, lying under her, but I didn't.  I
think she may have dozed a little.  Eventually, she roused and pushed
herself off of me and to one side.  She lay with her face dangerously near
mine.  She opened her eyes and looked into mine, and then she smiled.

   While she had rested a small knot of worry had formed in my stomach and
it was growing.  I wanted to ask something and didn't know what would
happen.

   I had to ask.  "Can we,, you know,, I mean,, well,, sort of,, you know,,
Can we do this again?"

   Mom grinned and laughed.  "How about every day, until you have three or
four brothers and sisters?



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