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 Tales Nancy Friday Told 1

   I am a musician and work with a well known music group.  Since I grew up
without a father, it was my mother who had to tell me about the birds and
the bees, and teach me all about sex.  It was a blessing to know that the
solution for our sexual needs was within us.  My mother watched her little
boy grow into a young man with satisfaction.  I was her ideal man.  I could
do everything to her my dad could not.  She used to call me Soldier.

   We were both very busy, my mother painting pictures and I practicing
music six hours a day.  We had no time for the outside world.  Of course I
would want to meet a nice girl and marry some day, but how about right
then?

   I was around sixteen and she was 36 when I started noticing her as a
woman.  One day I saw Mom cooking breakfast in her nightie.  Her pink
nightie fell to about the middle of her back, lower than in front, and the
hem was about mid-thigh level, showing off her tanned legs.  Without any
logic my cock started to swell.  This had never happened before.  Why would
I get a hard-on seeing my Mom in her nightdress, something I'd seen
probably hundreds of times before?  It was ridiculous!  I sat down on a
chair behind a table to hide my erection.  She padded over to me, leant
down and gave me a big kiss on my forehead.

   "Breakfast is ready Soldier but I will serve it after changing," she
said.

   I saw mom moving to her room but she forgot to close the door.  I saw
her pulling out a new pair of panties from drawers.  Lifting her nightie a
little, she sipped her hands underneath and then slid her old panties down
her legs, stepping out of them and then pulled the new ones up and into
place.  I caught a brief glimpse of her bare ass as the change took place.
Next, she grabbed her pants and pulled them up under the nightie, pulling
them up tight.

   she then pulled her nightie over her head, stretching her arms far
above, providing me with a wonderful view of her smooth back, her narrow
waist flaring out to her hips, and a hint of the side of her right breast,
sloping down and then bouncing as she brought her arms down and tossed the
nightie to the floor.  Picking her bra up, she slipped her arms through it
and pulled it around to the front, squeezing her breasts in.  I could
clearly hear the snaps click into place, the room was so still.  Finally,
she picked up her pullover blouse and put it on, pulling it down tight.

   'Stop thinking about her,' I commanded myself but it was no use.

   And that's what started it.  For the next week I could not get, my
mother, out of my mind.  She really was quite good looking with a nice body
for her age.  I watched how she walked, the way her ass swayed beneath her
clothes.  She did have a nice rounded ass, which seemed the perfect size
for her.  I noticed the smell of her sweet perfume.

   I saw how nice her blouses looked on her.  How they draped her breast.
How her breast looked like two torpedos that I would like to press my lips
to.

   Every night that week I masturbated to the thought of making out and
having sex with her.  Was I in love with her or it was teenage lust?  I had
no idea.  I want to fuck my mother because it is a challenge.  I want to be
different.  I want to prove to myself that one does not have to be an
imbecile to enjoy incest.  I want to prove to myself I can do it and
survive.

   I started wandering around the house in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt as
soon as I got home from school to draw Mom's attention to my well-endowed
groin.  While trying to feign intense interest in whatever I was watching
on TV or reading, I was nevertheless extremely sensitive to any tiny
indication that Mom was actually taking notice.

   I convinced myself that she was.  I was certain of it from the way she
avoided looking down there, from that time she stopped what she was saying
just as she turned to look my way, and the sudden blushes on two other
occasions.  I was sure my mother was aware of my cock!

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   One Sunday morning in summer, we went for a walk in the country.  It was
peaceful, sunny, and warm.  My mother had a white simple dress on.  Since
the path was narrow, I walked behind her.  I could not help but notice her
beautiful legs.  Her calves were shapely, like upside-down bowling pins. 
As she walked, her dress flapped; and her beautiful milk-white thighs
flashed before me.  She had tied her long blond hair in a ponytail, which
went so beautifully with her round face and made her look much younger. 
She was swaying her wide hips unintentionally and rolling her round, ample
ass.  When she stopped along the way to pick a flower her dress rose,
exposing her thighs and her snow-white panties that concealed her big and
delicious ass.

   When we come to a secluded spot, Mom said, "I used to come here a lot."

   "It's a great view," I commented.

   Mom laughed out loud.  "I didn't come for the view." She was quite
amused.

   I don't think Mom was trying to imply she was loose as a teenager.  I
think she just meant that that she was desired.  Looking up, I could see
puffy, white cumulus clouds forming on the horizon.

   Suddenly Mom said she wanted to pee.  She turned away from me, her hands
moved to her waist and I saw her tucking her thumbs under her skirt and
pulling down her panties, squatting as she did so.  I was in heaven!  Her
ass was pale, yet unblemished and her thighs thick and sexy.  I moved
closer- hardly daring to breathe.  She shifted her weight slightly. 
Suddenly, a trickle of clear piss began to rain from between her legs, and
it rapidly became a strong stream, pitter-pattering on the dry ground
making a puddle beneath her.

   I moved closer still, now hoping to get a glimpse of her pussy.  I was
so turned on I was sure I was going to cum in my pants!  Slowly the stream
slowed to a slow drip, and as she pushed slightly, she leaned forward.

   I was rewarded with a very brief glimpse of her cunt; her pussy lips
were pink and meaty beneath a fine mist of damp blond hair between those
big beautiful thighs...gorgeous!  Not bothering to wipe herself, she
quickly yanked her panties up as she stood up.

   I pretended that I too wanted to pee and turned away from her.  I
fumbled with my fly and letting my mother see my huge hard-on.  My mother
seemed a little embarrassed, but she stole a glance at my erect cock. 
Whether my mother is pleased or annoyed, I didn't know.  Women are too
clever for us men.

   We continued to walk.  We came to a farm where they were raising race
horses by inbreeding.  We saw people trying to get a stallion to mount a
mare.  It was blatantly obvious that the stallion knew what was in the air
as his huge cock was sticking out hard and stiff, angrily slashing the air
while he came prancing toward the mare.  The mare sensed what was going on
as she began to snicker and stomp her hooves while she swished her buttocks
back and forth.

   My mother suggested stopping and watching.  She told me that of all
animals, only horses fuck in a similar way like people.  She told me that
mating horses closely related makes them a better stock.  The stallion that
was about to mount the mare is her very own offspring.  We were both
fascinated by the huge size of the stallion's cock.  As we watched in awe,
the stallion, with the help of men, finally found his way and sunk his cock
slowly into the mare's belly.  My mother looked very excited and was
rubbing her thighs together.

   "Do you like watching a horse mate with a mare?"

   "Yes, Mother, Yes, I like it,"

   "It makes me excited, too, Soldier,"

   I asked her if inbreeding is desirable among horses, why not between
people.  She did not know the right answer and only said that society
frowns at such mating.  Then my mother told me that this is more of a
sociological than biological problem.  The rivalry between siblings.  But I
have no brothers or sisters.  My father no longer cared about mother and
has left her.  "Where there is a will, there is a way." If, this rule has
any truth in it at all, then it should apply to my mother and me as well.
Would sexual union between two close relatives who love each other deeply
make their relationship more beautiful?  Of course it would.

   I felt a deep sympathy for her right then and I hugged her to me.  Mom
must have thought I meant something else because she turned back toward me
and lifted her face to mine.  I kissed her, though I didn't try to push my
tongue into her mouth.  Mom turned her face up to look at me.  She seemed
about to say something, then suddenly stretched up and kissed me again. 
Her lips were demanding this time, working on mine.  Her whole mouth seemed
to be in play, but was still closed.  When she pulled away, she was
breathing harder.  All pretense of reason was now gone.  My mother agreed
with me and felt that many things do not make sense.  Being a practical
woman, she felt that it is all right for me to fuck her as long as nobody
knows about it.

   "You must never tell anyone," she said, "ever."

   As I dropped my shirt to the ground, mom frantically clawed and my belt.
I watched her tear open my pants and shove them down my legs.  Then her
fingers clawed down under the waistband of my shorts and jerked them down
off my dangling, hard cock as it struggled to lift its cum-covered head.

   I reached down and pulled her up to her feet.  Grasping hold of her
dress, I shoved it back off her shoulders.  I dropped to my knees in front
of her and fumbled with her panties.  I peeled them down her long legs to
reveal the furry triangle of blond curls that covered the tip of her
slightly-rounded belly.

   "Mother--" I moaned, wrapping my hands around her hips and pulling her
against my face.

   "Soldier . . ." mom groaned out curling her long fingers down in my hair
and pulling me against her.

   I stuck out my tongue and probed the soft folds of slippery flesh
between her legs.  As I did that I felt mother pushing against the back of
my head with her fingers while her legs slowly spread apart to open her
femininity to me.

   "Oh--Goddddddd . . ." She groaned as she felt the tip of my tongue
tickle across her throbbing clit.  "Yessssssssss--"

   With my hands full of her soft, quivering ass-flesh, I pulled her
against my probing, twisting, licking tongue as I ravaged her clit.  Making
soft grunting sounds, mom gently humped her pussy against my lips as my
frantic tongue swirled and twisted around her tingling clit.  Her legs were
trembling from the strain of holding herself against me as I devoured her
pussy with my mouth.

   "Oh--God--oh--God--oh--Godddddd--" She screamed out and fell on ground.
"Hurry--hurry--hurry--"

   I mounted my mother from behind, as we observed the stallion fuck the
mare.  My cock throbbed and expanded in my mother's sweet, receptive cunt.
I had never felt anything like it as her warm, tight cunt collapsed down
around my cock and sucked me even deeper into its clinging warmth.

   I dared not move in and out lest I come too soon.  It was so simple and
so natural.  "Fuck me, Baby, fuck me--" she demanded.

   I began to move, slowly rocking back and forth as I pumped in and out of
her.  "Yes--yes--yes--yes--" she moaned.

   The burn down inside my aching balls was growing hotter and hotter.  I
was aware that I could only hold back the imminent eruption for a few more
seconds as my hips jerked back and forth.  Her hot cunt was going to suck
out my seed any second now.  I felt my cock jerk as a massive gush of
creamy, hot cum shot out of it and down into the clutching depths of her
cunt.

   "Oh, Yes--yes--yes--commminnnggg--" mom screamed.

   I had never felt anything so awesome.  The tight, clinging warmth
enveloping my cock was sucking, clutching at it, coaxing out more and more
of my cum as I filled my mother's womb with the thick goo.

   I wondered what the fuss is all about.  Fucking my mother was the most
beautiful and rewarding experience in my whole life.

   It was late afternoon when we headed back to our home.  Once inside I
tried to grab in my arms.  "No way Soldier, I have to eat, and I don't
think I'm up to any more tonight.  Maybe in the morning, ok, hon,"

   Not to be deterred, I responded, keeping it lighthearted, "Ok mom, but I
demand a kiss in reparation." I pulled her face back and to the right so I
could kiss her from behind.  I put all my effort into the longest, sexiest
kiss I could muster, all the while swaying my hard cock gently from side to
side in her cheeks.

   When the kiss ended Mom whispered, "That's very nice but I just don't
have your youthful stamina."

   I kissed her mouth quickly several times, slipping my tongue just a
little inside.  "You might find that you do if you just let something get
started," I whispered back.  I plunged my tongue down into her mouth before
she could answer.  After a minute, I slid my hands slowly up her sides,
cupping her breasts and squeezing them a little, then bringing my fingers
up to squeeze, roll and tug her nipples.  Ending the kiss prematurely, I
said, "But let's eat first anyway."

   We ate our meal and drank our champagne, talking about many things,
Mom's life before I came, the time when I was little, and various worldly
issues that revolved around relationships between people.

   My mother was dressed in an evening gown which is black and strapless.
Her white, smooth skin shines blemishless.  She wore no panties or bra. 
Just black nylon stockings and garter belt.  We sat opposite each other at
the table with candlelight and ate to music of Mantovani.  We eyeballed
each other across the table like in the Tom Jones movie.

   "Why did you want me so much?  There are girls your age that you could
have sex with," she said.

   "Mom, I don't know.  I never really thought about you that way until a
few weeks ago when I saw you in you nightie working in the kitchen.  Then I
began to notice how pretty you are, the way you walk, the perfume you wear,
the way you dress, it doesn't show a lot, but you make your clothes look
nice."

   I was getting hard.  Here I was having a serious conversation with my
mother about our relationship and my cock is swelling in my pants.

   I wanted to lean over and kiss her, but did not.

   "Oh my," she said, "you are going to make me blush."

   She placed a hand on my leg, close to my inner thigh.  "You also know
that if anyone to find out, it would be a real mess." she said.

   "I know you are right Mom.  But my desire to make love to you is very
strong."

   "Knowing that your cock is hard for me makes me very excited.  I like it
when you touch me"

   Then I danced with my mother.  She put her arms around my neck, and I
took her big ass-cheeks in my hands and caressed them lovingly.  My mother
rubbed her belly against my throbbing hard-on.  Then we sat on the sofa and
watched television.  She came to sit in my lap, lifting her dress over her
hips, and impaling herself on my huge prick.  She was so wet.  She let her
pussy slide down my shaft.  I could feel her ass against my balls.

   We saat like that for a long time while I caressed her beautiful
breasts. Then my mother turned around and straddles me face to face.  Then
she put her arms around me; and so we coupled.

   She lifted her self up and down on my cock, her breathing was very
heavy, her thrusting faster and harder.  I could not take it any longer. 
Seeing her breast moving back and forth in front of my eyes, feeling her
pussy around my cock, holding on tight.  It felt like she was grabbing it
with her pussy tighter and tighter.

   "I am going to cum son, I want you to cum with me, I want to feel you
shoot your white cream into me".

   "Yes, Mom, Oh MY GOD!  YES!  I am cumming inside you."

   She stopped and shuddered, I was sending my cum inside of my mother and
she was cumming with me.

   There was silence.  I had fucked; NO!  I had made love to my mother, she
made love to me.  It was heaven.  It was a memory I would hold close for
the rest of my life.  My mother would be the best lover I ever had.

   "That was wonderful, you made me so happy." she said, as she laid on top
of me.  She put her arms around my neck and we began to kiss again.

   After a few more deep kisses she fell down on the side of me.  We lay
there panting, sweating, resting just totally spent from sharing our
bodies.

   "I love you son."

   "I love you too Mom."

   I lifted her up and carried her to bedroom.  My mother was a big woman,
but I was bigger, and it was easy for me to carry her like this.

   "Whoooo!!" she squeals in surprise.  "God, you're so strong Soldier. 
When did that happen?" she wraps her arms around my neck as I lean down and
slip my tongue into her mouth.  I carried her back to bedroom and place her
back on her feet at the foot of the enormous bed.  I started by kissing her
breasts.  Eventually lightly teasing each of her large and puffy, pale pink
areolas with the tip of my tongue alternately.  I rolled the other's nipple
between my thumb and forefinger, making them hard and stand up like large
diamonds.  I took my time, continuing to alternate between her each of her
soft breasts.  I buried my face in between them, running my tongue up the
center of her cleavage as I squeezed them together.

   I put her lovely legs on my shoulders and she doubled up until they
touched her breasts.  She was already wet and I slid easily through her
moist lips into the depths of her cunt, arching my back to penetrate as far
as I could on the first thrust.  I said "mom, don't you move".  She fought
the urge to raise her hips to receive the thick meat she wanted driven into
her.  Slowly I inched the stiff rod into my mother's cunt, deeper and
deeper as her slippery channel pulsed on my throbbing hot meat.  I withdrew
and mom's face went from one side of the pillow to the other.  "No... 
mmmm...no...please...let me...."

   I entered her again.  With an even longer stroke, painfully slow, I went
higher into her belly.  She moaned and I gave a final thrust.  Mom had my
whole cock in her.  I let her legs rest on my shoulders again as I stayed
buried to the hilt in her convulsing cunt.

   In that position, we achieved the deepest and most satisfying
penetration.  I fucked her lovingly for a long time.

   "Mom, I have wanted this forever." I mewled.

   "Oh honey, after you were born I told everyone I had my tubes tied? 
Well I lied honey!  I lied to your father to everyone...  just so I could
give you my fertility, just for this moment.  Now cum with me, soldier! 
cum inside me!  Fill my womb up with your CUUUUUM!"

   I plunged in as deep as I could go, both of us arching our backs, and
erupted.  I flooded her womb.  I wanted her to have part of me deep inside
her, to plant my seed in her field, and I did.

   When I collapsed on top of her, we both were nearly in tears from the
sheer power of the moment.

   "I love you, mom," I said.

   "Oh, mommy loves you, soldier," she replied.

   We fucked like rabbits the next day.  She rode me like a horse, sucked
me off again (this time she pulled my cock out of her mouth and sprayed it
all over her face and tits).  We took a shower together and had lunch, then
slept in each other's arms.  I woke up late that afternoon with Mom smiling
up at me from down below, licking my balls and stroking me to hardness. 
"Got enough left in these big balls for one more shot at knocking mom up,
Soldier?"

   To have fucked my mother gave me self-confidence, and I was elated that
I had become a man.

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