TITLE: Artist 13 Prequel 1 - How it all began Copyright (C) 2015, w1drng. ALL Rights Reserved STORY CODES: mF, cheat, incest, pregnant SUMMARY: Danny was married to Amanda, a woman 12 years older than him. He was stepfather to Amanda's three daughters, Natalie, Donna, and Patty. After years of infidelity, Danny decides to tell Amanda how it all began. This is the first of a series of three prequel stories to the Artist series. ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction. It is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely coincidental. I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children in sexual oriented acts with adults. "Every year around this time Danny, you get down," my wife Amanda pointed out. "The first few years of our marriage I thought it was just this time of year, as if it was gloomy weather and all. But the weather is fine so I'm not so sure. What is it Danny?" "It's the anniversary of my mother's, I mean my parent's death," I replied. "I've never talked about it before but it was 14 years ago and I was 14 at the time. So I guess this year it is hitting me harder than usual." "I'm so sorry for pressing Honey," Amanda said wrapping her arms around me. "I've kept a lot of secrets," I confessed to my wife. "Maybe it's time I tell you everything." Amanda sat down on the couch, I in the chair. The girls were off somewhere so it was just the two of us. "I have a sister," I blurted out. "What? You never told me that," Amanda interrupted. "Who is she? Where is she?" "I don't know. Maybe my aunt and uncle know," I answered. "The same ones that took care of me during the accident. She is 14 years old now. She was just a baby when it happened, my parents, our parents, I mean when they died. My aunt and uncle took me in but put my sister up for adoption. Her name is Tina, I mean Valentine, but we always called her Tina, well my mom and I did." "Do you really think your aunt and uncle might know where she's at?", Amanda asked. "Maybe," I guessed. "Wow, I can't believe you haven't ever mentioned her before," she said. "There is so much to this story Amanda," I said. "Let me tell you the whole thing. Some of the early background was told to me by my mother." Amanda sat back silent as I began my story. My mom's name was Jenny. She was only 12 years old when she got pregnant with me. She wouldn't tell anyone who the father was. After getting the OK from the Doctor my parents let her give birth to me. Four years later a longtime friend of the family convinced her dad into letting him marry my mom, who was 16 by then. She was all for it. His name was Dale and he became my dad. The thing is, he was quite a bit older than my mom. He was 44 when he married my mom at age 16. Yes, 28 years older than my mom. So at the age of 4 my parents married. Though no one knew it, Dale was my biological dad too. He was the one that got my mom pregnant at the age of 12. She only told me, no one else. She didn't want him to get into trouble for getting her pregnant at 12. My mom told me that she was sort of a plain looking girl and no one paid any attention to her except Dale. She knew by the age of ten that she was in love with him and would do anything for him. They were intimate long before she even started her periods. So having sex with protection wasn't anything they ever thought about until she got pregnant when she was 12, after two years of without protection. Anyway I grew up, sort of a momma's boy. My own mother was only 12 years older than me so we had more in common than my parents did being 28 years apart. Sorry for all the math. My mom and I developed the type of relationship where we touched a lot. I would love to just hold on to her, wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her on whatever part of the body my head would land. Over the years as I got older and grew taller, that body part got higher and higher. By the time I was 11 we were kissing on the lips a lot. Not in a sexual way at all, just a platonic family way. My dad hated it so I hid it from him as much as possible. When my dad wasn't around I would kiss my mom for no reason. I rarely walked by her without kissing her. I guess it was also a stab at my dad for trying to keep us from doing it. His objections only did the opposite. It made me want to kiss my mom that much more. By the time I was 12 my mom got pregnant again. During those months my dad started spending more and more time away from home. He started taking these little trips for work, sometimes being gone for several days at a time. My mom got depressed so I comforted her the best I could. I would snuggle with her often, caressing the growing baby in her womb. Eventually she had a baby boy, Samuel. My mom would breast feed him all the time. My dad continued with his trips leaving my mom to care for Sammy and myself more often than not. The length of the trips got longer too, sometimes being gone a week or more at a time. My mom told me that she produced way too much milk for Sammy so she used a breast pump to relieve herself of the extra milk. Most of it she just dumped down the sink, saving some in the refrigerator for Sammy in case of an emergency. But one Friday night, shortly after my dad took off for another one of his long trips, my mom came to me all upset. "Danny, I've got a big problem," she said. "Sammy is full and I still have a lot of milk to get out. But the pump is broken. The doctor's office won't be open until Monday. I've tried those over-the-counter pumps before but they just don't work for me and squeezing my breasts isn't working." "What are you saying mom?" I asked her. "I can't wait until Monday to get my milk out and Sammy can't drink it all," she replied. "I need you, I mean, if you would, well please help me Danny." "Anything Mom," I quickly answered, "just tell me what to do." "Thank you Danny," she said. "You really are my darling little boy. Let's go to my bedroom. It will be easier there." I still wasn't quite clear how I could help. Did she want me to squeeze them? My mom sat down on the bed as she began to explain to me what she needed. "My breasts are so full of milk right now that they hurt terribly. I need you to suck the milk out of them. That's all, just suck them until no more milk comes out." "What do I do with the milk that I suck out?" I asked. "Just swallow it honey," she laughed. "It won't hurt you. In fact it is actually good for you. But you can't tell anyone that you helped me with my problem. OK? It will be our little secret." I promised I wouldn't tell. She then pulled her top off and removed her bra. I had imagined many times what my mother's breasts looked like. But my imagination fell far short of reality. They were white and full. Her areolaes were slightly pink in color, her nipples a little deeper pink. I could see a little bit of milk glistening in the light. "They really are full aren't they." I stated the obvious. "You're taller now," she remarked. "You will do better at this if I just lay back on the bed. Climb up here with me." I did as she directed. "Right here next to me, yes, that's it. Now put your mouth on my nipple. Yes, just like that. Now suck honey, suck. You can't hurt me so suck as hard as you can." And suck I did. It took a few moments of dry sucking but suddenly her milk began to flow. It was slightly warm and sweet, maybe even a little creamy. I liked it. I breathed through my nose and sucked for nearly ten minutes before having to take a rest. My mom had me do the same thing on the other breast. I thought we were done but she had me repeat the process on both breasts again, for a shorter period of time, before she said we were done for now. "Thank you Danny," my mom began. "You are a life saver. I couldn't have survived without you. By the way, did you like it?" "Oh yes Mom, I loved sucking your breasts." "Naughty boy, the taste I mean, did you like the taste of your mother's milk?" she corrected her question. "Oh, yes, it tasted great," I replied, a bit embarrassed about my first answer. "I'll be feeding Samuel in a few hours and then he'll sleep till morning," my mom explained. "I normally pump in the middle of the night. I'll never last until tomorrow morning. If you don't mind, would you help me again?" "Oh of course," I eagerly replied. "Anytime you need me." "Even in the middle of the night?" she asked. "Just tell me when and I'll be ready," I promised. "That's just it," she continued. "I don't know exactly when. Sometimes the milk comes back quickly, sometimes not so much. You did milk me dry so it could be really late before I'm full again, especially if Samuel drains some in a few hours. What if you just slept in my bed tonight? Then I could roll over and just wake you up. We wouldn't have to get out of bed at all. You would be right there and I could get relief right away." "Uh, sure, that sounds great," I agreed. That night I went to sleep in my mom's bed with her. I had snuggled with my mom lots of times but never quite like this. We kissed good night like we always did, yet there was something more in the kiss that night. I was on my back, t-shirt and shorts on, my mom in her silky night shirt, leaning over me, kissing me longer than usual. "I love you my darling boy." "I love you too Mom." She kissed me again on the lips. She was on her side, her hand on my stomach, gently rubbing. "Go to sleep now Danny, my love." The next thing I knew my mom was waking me up. "Danny, it's time. The pain in my breasts woke me up. I'm so glad you are already here with me so I don't have to go get you." The hours had slipped by. I had slept through my mom feeding Samuel and now here she was full again. I began draining my mother of her breast milk. My mom was on her back and I was on my side snuggled up against her. She had removed her night gown before waking me up and was completely nude. I couldn't help it but this time, in the dark, just seemed so much more erotic. It wasn't just helping my mom out anymore. I was up against a nude woman. My penis was stiff as a board, still in my underpants but pressed up against her bare leg. After about ten minutes I took a needed break. "Move over on top of me, between my legs," she suggested. I did as she said. "Take this old t-shirt off. It scratches me." As I did she added, "those shorts too. They are just too rough on my skin. I hope you don't mind." I couldn't believe it. Here I was, a 14-year-old boy, nude in bed with my 26-year-old mother, sucking on her breasts. As I continued to suck out her milk I felt my mom's feet rubbing the back sides of my legs. I reacted by moving my body around a bit, pressing my stomach down onto her hairy pussy. My mom moaned and whispered, "That's feels good baby, yes, keep sucking." I moved back to the other breast but as I did I also moved my body upwards more, bringing my hard-on up onto her pussy. As I sucked I inadvertently moved my hard shaft up and down across her pussy lips. I didn't know what I was doing, just that it felt good. I did it again, this time on purpose hoping that she wouldn't notice. "Careful now my darling," Mom cautioned me. "We can't have any accidents. You can never enter me, never. That's a line we can never cross. Do you understand?" I just listened to her and kept sucking, making sure I didn't have that sort of accident. When I finished draining my mom of all of her milk she surprised me. "I know how hard this is for you and I want to reward you. So roll onto your back now. Just relax and let your mother take care of you. It's my turn to suck you. This will be our deepest darkest secret. No one can ever know, just you and me, OK my darling?" I shook my head yes. My mom got between my legs and took my shaft into her warm mouth. It was like nothing I had ever dreamed of. She took her time sliding me deep inside and then back out, over and over, sucking and rubbing me with her lips, gently scraping me with her teeth, quickly, slowly, deep, shallow. I groaned in the pleasure of it all and then it happened. I suddenly exploded, no warning, nothing. I just climaxed, shooting my cum up into my mother's mouth. She just sucked that much harder, draining the cum from my hard cock just like I had done to her breasts. When we were done she simply said, "Go to sleep now my darling. Sleep knowing that I love you more than anything in this whole world." I slept until mid morning. It was Saturday. Samuel was breast feeding. "That's good stuff isn't it Samuel?" I joked. "I should know." My mom just smiled at me. "Be careful what you say Danny. You never know who might be around in ear shot. Remember, this is our secret." I shook my head yes, that I understood. "I'll need you again around noon time," my mom warned me. "It feels so good when you completely drain me. But it also trains my breasts to make more milk than before. That means you will have more to suck out." Sure enough, with Samuel sound asleep my mom came to me about 12:30 in the afternoon. We went into the bedroom. My mom just removed her clothes, not worrying that I could see her naked, in the light of the room. "Get your clothes off," she told me. I did as she said, not sure why I needed to since we weren't in bed together. This time she had me get between her legs right from the start. "Remember the one thing we cannot do, never do." I knew that meant we could never make love, true love. We could never have sexual intercourse. I could never put my shaft inside of her vagina. Just like last night, she had her legs wrapped around mine. She let me move my body this way and that across her own as long as I didn't enter her. Once I had drained each breast for ten minutes, she had us take a break. "I know what you want to do honey but we can't. That's a line we cannot cross, ever, remember? But I know that you have been hard this whole time. Take your cock in your hand and rub the head of it all around my pussy. Yes my darling, just like that. Don't go inside though, just around the outside. Yes baby, oh yes. Do you remember how I sucked you last night?" I nodded yes. "Well I want you to suck me now. Yes down there baby, with your mouth." I moved down the bed so that my head was right there at her pussy. "Suck me now. Lick my pussy, yes baby, lick me all over that area, oh yes. Oh Danny, yes, suck harder, yes, lick me now, lick me right here honey, yes, oh God, yes, more, more, oh Danny, suck hard now, hard." This went on for several minutes. Then she put her hands to the back of my head and held my mouth firmly against her pussy, her legs squeezing my head tight. Her hips rose up as she had an orgasm, brought on by her son. My mother climaxed because of me. It took her a couple of minutes to relax. She had me do a second round of breast feeding and then she sucked me off just like she had done in the middle of the night. After we rested a bit we got dressed and then it was back to mother and son, as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. But I couldn't think of anything else all afternoon. Our next encounter was around 7:00 PM Saturday evening. Samuel had been fed and was asleep Mom and I were both nude in her bed. I had finished sucking each breast for ten minutes. She then turned sideways on the bed, her feet hanging over the edge. She had me stand on the floor next to the bed, between her legs and let me rub the head of my shaft all around her pussy. She then had me lay down on top of her, kissing me passionately as if we were lovers. My feet were still on the floor but my body was draped across hers. "Remember, you can't enter me," she reminded me. "But you can rub it against me." I did too, rubbing the length of my member up and down across her pussy lips. The feeling was incredible. "Yes Danny, just like that. It's kind of like fucking me without really doing it. Just pretend you are fucking me Danny, imagine that you are really doing it. Yes Danny fuck your mother, just like that. Fuck me Danny, fuck me." She kept saying it, getting louder all the time. "Fuck me harder Danny, fuck me. Ram that cock of yours all the way into me." I knew she didn't mean literally inside of her but just hearing her say it turned me on even more if that was even possible. "Oh yes Danny that's it, keep fucking your mother, hahaha. My Danny is a mother-fucker." She was yelling now. "Oh fuck Danny, you're going to make me cum, for real I mean, just as if you were really fucking me." I had to be careful now. A couple of times the head of my cock started to slide in and I had to jerk it back out. "Keep pretending to fuck me, don't stop, don't stop. Yes fuck me Danny, fuck your mother. Oh god I'm really going to cum, yes, yes, here it is. Oh God I'm cumming." Then the phone rang. I stopped moving, looked at my mom, wondering if I should answer it. The phone was on the night stand just to my left. I decided to grab the phone. At the same moment my mom came to the same decision. As she lifted her body up I must have been positioned just right because my shaft slid most of the way inside of her. "Danny," she gasped. She laid back down and I started pulling myself out when the phone rang again. "It's your father," she stated. How she knew was beyond me. She lifted up again to grab the phone as I turned to my left again with the same intention. I simply slid back inside of her, even farther than before. The feeling was out of this world. Her pussy walls were on fire. I grabbed the phone and pushed my mom back down on the bed, my shaft still lodged deep inside of her pussy. I managed to start pulling it out when I fumbled with the phone, almost dropping it. As I lurched forward to secure it I slid back in again. I was now deep inside of my mother's vagina, laying on top of her breasts, the phone finally secure in my hand. "Hello. Oh hi Dad." Mom was right. I tried to sound calm but I was anything but that. Then I felt it, mom's pussy started spasming around my shaft. "She's, um, she's..." My dad wanted my mom on the phone and I didn't know what to tell him. "She's cumming," I said, which was the truth. She was cumming all around my cock. I couldn't take it anymore. I climaxed too, sending my cum deep into my own mother's pussy. It was the most magnificent climax I had ever experienced and the first ever inside a woman's pussy. When I heard my father's voice I realized I still had the phone to my ear. But he wasn't talking to me. "I told you to shut the fuck up when I'm on the phone," was what I heard, then something mumbled by a female voice. My dad then said, "Danny, something just came up. I have to go. Just tell your mother I won't be home until next weekend. I've got to go." That was it and the phone went dead. As I hung up the phone, I realized my cock was still buried deep inside of my mother's pussy. I didn't know what to do. I was too scared to move. Would my mom be mad at me. Would she yell at me? "Oh my darling Danny," she said. "You naughty, naughty little boy. You really did fuck me, and you made me orgasm too." "It was an accident," I tried to explain. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Don't be mad at me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." "Not too sorry, I think," my mom said, " because you're still hard my little boy. Now get off of me, let me get back up on the bed and you can finish off my breasts." I did as she said. Working on the first breast, then the second. I tried not to move around too much. But my mom had other ideas. "What did your father say?" Mom asked. "That he was going to be gone for another week," I told her. "There was someone else there, a woman's voice." As soon as I said it my mom spread her legs. "Fuck your father then." "Get up here Danny. You've been naughty. So tonight you don't get your blow-job. But I can't leave you hard like that all night either. Since you already messed up tonight, just go ahead and finish yourself off. Slide it in me. Fuck me for real Danny. Fuck your mother." Now I didn't have a big dick. I was just a young boy. But what I did have was youth, and an incredibly fast recovery rate. I had practiced often, masturbating, climaxing and then seeing how fast I could get myself hard again so I could repeat the process. That ability helped me now. This time I went very slow, feeling every inch of her pussy as my shaft slid inside. With my mom's legs spread wide apart I was able push all of my member inside of her. She was hot feeling, moist, yet soft and velvety. As I started to pull back it was as if her pussy had a grip on me and didn't want to let go. Then as I pushed back in her pussy welcomed me, gripping me anew. The feeling was mind blowing and I was able to continue doing it for nearly ten minutes. "Do you like fucking your mother Danny?" she asked me. "More than breathing air Mom," I replied. She smiled. "You are so gentle with me," she shared, "so much more than your father. You father just wants to get off. He never cares about me. I love how you have been so gentle with me. But there is a time for gentleness and a time when you need to not be so gentle. I need you to get a little more aggressive now, push a little harder, pump a little faster. Yes Danny, just like that, even more. Just gradually increase everything. Gradually push harder and faster until you can't go any harder, can't go any faster." I did everything just like my mother instructed. Soon my mother was calling out again. "Oh Danny you fuck so good. Yes, slam that cock into my waiting cunt. Yes Danny, fuck your mother good and hard. Ram me as hard and fast as you can now, yes, yes, faster, fuck me faster. Now as hard as you can baby, yes, yes, pound my cunt baby as hard as you can, oh God yes. FUCK me Danny, FUCK ME." My mother's orgasm hit her violently. She had her legs wrapped around me now, holding me inside of her as I climaxed with her, filling her with shot after shot of my cum. Three, four, five times I pumped a full load of cum into my mother, followed by a few weaker spurts as my climax eventually began to abate. It was several minutes before anyone spoke. Finally my mother said, "We can never do that again. If we ever did, I would be unable to ever stop. I just loved it too much. You just fucked me better than I have ever been fucked in my whole life." I helped my mother with her breast feeding problem through Sunday. On Monday she got the pump fixed. The week went by as if nothing had ever happened. My dad got home the following Saturday. That evening my parents got into an argument. I could hear them through their closed bedroom door. I caught enough words to know that it had to do with sex. My dad bragged about having a whore that was more responsive than she was. He was sick and tired of fucking a dead body and hated using those god-damned condoms. The arguing became a common occurrence. Days of fighting led into weeks. Then my mom announced that she was pregnant again. She explained to my dad that one of the condoms must have broken. My dad seemed happy enough, that he could still sire a child. The arguing even stopped for a while. But then my dad went back to taking his trips. I think I guessed that all happened because the sex stopped too, now that my mom was pregnant. My mom seemed depressed. "I'm getting fat and ugly," she said to me. "I think you are more beautiful now than when you weren't pregnant," I told her as I hugged her and kissed her on the lips. She definitely was starting to get a little belly. Mom said that she was 3 months pregnant but I figured she was off a little. Dad was away 3 months ago. "Can you just hold me tonight?" she asked. "I don't get that when your dad is here." "Of course," I replied, leading her to the living room couch. "I meant in bed," she explained. "I need you to hold me in bed tonight. Your dad is probably with his whore so I can at least have my son with me." My mom went and took a shower so I did the same, getting into my t-shirt and undershorts. I was already in bed when my mom came out of the bathroom in her nightgown. She had me on my back so that she could lay partially across my body, my arms around her holding her to me. We didn't talk, just laid there until we both fell asleep. "Danny, Danny, are you awake?" I heard my mom ask. "Yes Mom," I said. "Are you OK?" "Not really," she whispered. "My breasts are aching. I know I could go get the pump but I was wondering since you are here, if you wanted to just relieve the pressure for me." "I'd love to Mom," I told her. She moved so that she was straddling my waist, with her knees to my sides. She sat up long enough to remove her nightgown and then lowered one breast down to my mouth. As I began to suck I remembered the weekend that my mom first let me suck her breasts, how wonderful it was. The milk began to flow and my mom began to moan in pleasure. She slowly moved her hips back and forth, side to side, causing my shaft to get hard underneath her weight and pressure. Ten minutes were soon up and my mother let me suck her other breast. While she kept me occupied she took her hands and slowly worked my shorts down over my hips exposing my now rock hard cock to her luscious pussy. She began to gyrate back and forth as if fucking me but was just sliding her pussy across the length of my shaft. "Oh Danny you feel so good," she said. "Suck momma's tit baby, suck it hard. Oh yes baby, oh yes." She kept moving faster and faster until suddenly I was inside of her. "Oh God," she screamed, jerking her body upright as she tore her breast from my lips. She was sitting straight up, rocking her hips forward and back at a furious rate. I climaxed too quickly but she didn't stop, her body taking my cum and grasping for more. I didn't have any time to go limp. She continued to fuck me like a banshee, keeping my cock as hard as it had ever been. But somehow I just seemed to know that she was about to have the orgasm of the century. Her wild fucking had brought me back to the brink myself. I sat up, wrapped my arms around her back and kissed her hard on the mouth. I had one hand holding her head against mine and the other trying to hold her lower back, fighting against her movements. That's when she climaxed. Her pussy squeezed down hard around my cock in a pulsating motion. I came hard, filling my mother with spurt after spurt of my cum. We sat like that for several minutes before my mother began to cry. "I love you so much Danny." "I love you too Mom," I responded. "Your father has never been able to make me cum like that," she stated. "He is nothing compared to you." She laid herself down next to me. "I was going to make you a deal that you could fuck me for every time you drained my breasts. But after this, you can fuck me anytime you want, and I hope you want to a lot." We lay quiet for a while. Then I asked her, "Mom, you said that you were 3 months pregnant. Was that just an estimate or do you know for sure that it was exactly 3 months?" "I know for sure," she replied. "I made your father use a condom because of him sleeping around. He knows I know about his constant cheating. He just thinks one of the condoms broke getting me pregnant because that's what I told him. But that's not what happened. It was you Danny. Your the father of this baby. It happened that night when your father called and we first fucked. You're going to be a daddy. You can't say anything though. Not to anyone, ever. We have to pretend the baby is your father's. This baby will have to be your brother or sister, not your child." "OK," is all I said. But I was smiling inside. My mom was true to her word. She let me fuck her whenever I wanted. She wasn't so sure when I convinced her to fuck while my dad was home. The excitement of doing it right under his nose was a super turn-on for me, not that I needed anything extra with my mom. But it was still exciting. The big problem was trying to keep my mom quiet. My mom was a screamer. So I had to be sticking something into her mouth when she climaxed. Usually it was my tongue. But I got creative. One time I fingered her through her cotton panties until she had them soaking with her juices. Then I had her take them off. As I fucked her I put her pussy soaked panties into her mouth to keep her quiet. Knowing I was fucking my dad's own wife while he sat clueless watching TV was incredible. Knowing she was my own mother and that she wanted me to fuck her was unbelievable. How long could I keep this up and not get caught? The End (or rather the beginning)