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)