Article 107818 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an105444@anon.penet.fi (F C Dobbs)
Date: Fri, 17 Nov 1995 20:38:44 UTC
Subject: TABOO I (mf,incest)

	TABOO I - B. TRAVEN	

	"Oedipus was blinded because the light	
	 of truth was too much to bare" - B. Traven	

	"[A] Mother/son [relationship] is the one relationship-type	
	 where both parties get exactly what they need from the other	
	 party and the relationship, and the power status	
	 between the parties is the most equitable."	
					- Dr. J. Boswell,	
					  Institute of Advanced	
					  Sexual Studies	

	"Live it up like a motherfucker."	
					- Ted Nugent	

	"Son:    Mom, I think I have an Oedipus Complex.	
	 Mother: That's OK - as long as you love your mother"	
			- Book of Jewish Mother Jokes	
		
	"Your mother should kno-owww, ...  your mother should know"	
			- Magical Mystery Tour,	
			  The Beatles 1967	
	
	
	She was leaning over the sink looking intently into the mirror	
as she carefully applied her mascara. She was not finished dressing	
yet. She wore a silky white half slip through which he could make out	
the faint outline of her girdle. On top wore a cream-colored	
brassiere with a floral pattern. The underwire cups lifted her heavy	
breasts high and barely contained the overflow of abundant flesh at	
the top of her bra. He studied his mother's body as he had done many	
times in the past. It was plump, almost verging on fat, with soft	
billowing curves, large breasts, and a big fleshy butt.	
	
				***	
	
	His mother's body never failed to excite him, and he felt	
himself growing hard. Since he was a child he seized every	
opportunity to secretly observe his Mom's body which she always	
exposed with such casualness. In his teens he would relieve his sexual	
tension in secret shame after watching his mother. Later in life, of	
course, he discovered that her display of nudity to him was not that	
accidental but something extremely exciting to both of them. As an	
adult when they finally became sexually active, it was like a dam had	
burst with a release of sexual tension. They both wondered whether	
this sexual tension always existed between a mother and son that	
rarely got realized. Maybe all sexual relationships were proxy	
incestual relationships that vainly tried to capture the magic and	
passion of the original unconsummated taboo.	
	
	In his own case, his previous sexual relations paled in	
comparison with the burning intensity of his new relationship with his	
Mom. Nothing compared to fucking his own mother! After the first time	
they had consummated their relationship, they knew they there was no	
going back. They both knew that the outside world could never accept	
their relationship even in a so-called age of sexual freedom - so they	
had to be careful. He moved in with his mother, ("To save on	
expenses"), where he had his own bedroom for outside appearances, but	
he actually moved into his mother's bedroom where they were safe from	
the judgmental view of the outside world. Occasionally they would take	
vacations, away from those who knew them, where they could openly	
display affection as lovers by pretending to be husband and wife. The	
age difference between them, (22 and 38), was small enough that Mom	
only got an occasional wink for having landed such a young stud.	
	
	Instead of their passion diminishing over time, it grew until	
it seemed to displace the rest of their lives. They reveled in each	
other's bodies, never tiring of seeking new kinks to release the	
enormous sexual tension they discovered between them. Of course the	
biggest kink at all that ignited their passion was their relationship	
itself - the naughtiness of the taboo of the sexual union of a mother	
and son!	
	
				***	
	
	"I've got to ready for work," she said without turning around.	
She startled him out of his reverie. She was looking at him in the	
mirror while still applying mascara.	
	
	He walked up behind his mother, grasping her waist. The touch	
of her warmth was electric. He looked at their reflection in the	
mirror. He thought they already looked like lovers with the look that	
revealed easy familiarity of each others body. He hoped that it was	
not as obvious to others as it appeared to him.	
	
	"I'm going to be late," she said with a touch of annoyance.	
	
	He ignored her and started kissing the back of her neck. His	
hands climbed the front of her until the found the cool silkiness of	
her brassiere. He cupped his mother's breasts through the	
brassiere, feeling their fullness.	
	
	"No. I told you - I'm going to be late for work. Let's wait	
until I get home." Her voice was cracking now. She tried to squirm	
away but he held her firmly. His right hand entered the front of her	
brassiere. He played with her right nipple, circling it with his	
index finger until it stiffened.	
	
	"No," she protested, but it came out weak and half-hearted.	
Her body started to relax. He lifted his mother's breast until it hung	
obscenely out of the brassiere cup. He pulled at her nipple, gently	
at first but then harder.	
	
	"Oohh," she moaned. Her mouth was open and slack now.	
	
	"Let's go in the bedroom," she said trying to contain the	
excitement in her voice.	
	
	"No. Here," he said as he unzipped himself.	
	
	"In front of the bathroom sink? That's a new one."	
	
	He yanked down his mother's half-slip to the floor. She	
stepped out of it, still facing the bathroom sink. He grabbed the	
waistband of her girdle and pulled down roughly. It caught on the	
swell of her ass, and he pulled harder without much luck.	
	
	"Ouch. Wait a minute." She bent forward more, which pushed
out her big ass further. She grabbed the girdle at the side of her	
hips and slid the girdle down in one smooth motion. The girdle fell	
uselessly to the floor. She stepped out of it, threw it one side, and	
resumed her position in front of the sink.	
	
	He studied the fleshy abundance of his mother's buttocks. It	
was softly padded white outlined with pink lines from her girdle. He	
ran his palm lightly over its expansive curves.	
	
	"I'm already late for work so let's hurry, OK."	
	
	He found himself flushed with anger. He lifted the hand that	
were caressing her ass and slammed it down hard on his mother's bare	
ass.	
	
	"I'm not boring you, Mom, am I?" He slapped her harder than he	
intended. Her bottom was still quivering from his blow; and he could	
see the pink outline of his palm print on her right buttock. In the	
mirror he could see tears well up in her eyes. She bit her lower lip	
but remained silent.	
	
	He felt guilty he had slapped her so hard. He kissed the back	
of her neck lightly. He reached around and felt at her crotch. She was	
sopping wet! Lately, the lovemaking had graduated to light-grade S&M	
where they explored together the often thin border between pleasure	
and pain. He imagined they were much freer with sexual experiment than	
other couples because they had already jumped an enormous hurdle in	
becoming lovers in the first place.	
	
	He played with her clitoris and she moaned and spread her legs	
to permit him better access. As he played with his mother's pussy the	
head of his cock brushed against the warmth of her buttocks, sending	
electric shocks through his body. With his hand he glided himself	
toward the crack of his Mom's bottom, lightly brushing his cock along	
the length. He looked at his mother in the mirror. Her eyes were	
closed and her mouth was slack. He knew she was close. She looked	
particularly whorish with her big bare butt and her teat hanging out	
of the front of her bra.	
	
	He pushed his cock into the crack of his mother's butt,	
seeking the warmth within while he continued fingering her clit.	
	
	"Not there, honey. I'm still sore from the last time. Please."	
She opened her eyes and looked at her son dreamily in the mirror.	
	
	"It's OK, Mom." He tried hard to sound reassuring. He grabbed	
a tube of shampoo from the side of the sink and squeezed a wad of it	
into his hand. She jumped from the sudden coolness as he worked the	
shampoo into her crack. She drew a sharp intake of breath as he buried	
his index finger into her anus up to the first knuckle. By the time he	
introduced a second finger into her ass she was bucking against his	
hand with excitement.	
	
	"You're like a bitch in heat, Mom," he grunted as he removed	
his fingers from his mother's butt, and guided the purple head of his	
cock to her anus. He met surprisingly little resistance as he started	
pushing further into his mother's butt.	
	
	"Say it, Mom." He groped at her exposed breast, cupping it.	
	
	"Say it," he insisted. He pinched cruelly at her nipple while	
he pushed at her anal sphincter.	
	
	"Fuck... me. Fuck my ass," his mother said breathlessly. It	
was a little game they played.	
	
	He could see his mother wince in pain as he pushed past her	
sphincter and slid deep into his mother's rectum. She spread her legs	
further to relieve some of the pressure. He waited until she could	
adjust to his intrusion. His cock was throbbing in the warmth of his	
Mom's tight ass. It felt like a velvet glove was grabbing his cock. He	
knew he wasn't going to last mush longer.	
	
	He started thrusting slightly and heard his mom moan in	
pleasure... and pain.	
	
	"Ohhh... "	
	
	She pushed back against him, which encouraging him to go	
further.	
	
	He thrust further in longer strokes. He heard himself	
moaning now.	
	
	"Mom... you bitch" he said through clenched teeth. He was	
seriously fucking his Mom's ass now in long hard strokes. His mother	
bucked back against him.	
	
	"Ohhh... " They were moaning loudly in unison now. He roughly	
grabbed a buttock in each hand and pinched hard. He was really riding	
his mother's ass - fucking her bare butt in punishing thrusts.	
	
	"Oh! Oh! you motherfucker. Oh." His mother was coming now.	
Screaming embarrassing loud.	
	
	"Ahhh... " his mother's loud orgasm was enough to push him	
over the edge. He spasmed load after load of semen into his mother's	
ass.	
	
	They sunk to the bathroom together. He held his mother close,	
feeling her heartbeat. After what had seemed hours, but was probably	
only minutes, they kissed tenderly.	
	
	"I love you, Mom," he whispered. "I love you too, Sweetie."	
	
	They hugged each other tightly. It always amazed him that	
after all the sex play between them they still felt this overwhelming	
rush of genuine love for each other. It was as if their relationship	
instead of being a perversion of family relationships was simply the	
most natural expression of the love between a mother and son.	
	
	She got up and noticed that her breast was still hanging out	
of bra. She tucked it back in and adjusted her bra. She caught him	
looking up at her.	
	
	She smiled at him. "Don't get any ideas. I'm definitely late	
for work now."	
	
	Amazingly enough, he did feel a stirring in his loins as he	
laid there watching his mother bare-ass except for a brassiere. But	
he doubted he had enough energy left to get off the floor.	
	
	
	After a small struggle she pulled the girdle back on followed	
by the half-slip. She looked down at her son still laying on the floor	
in exhaustion.	
	
	"What am I going to tell them at work for the reason I'm	
late?" she said in mock-seriousness.	
	
	"Just tell them you were fucking your son's brains out," he	
joked.	
	
	"That excuse isn't going to work because you don't have any	
brains to fuck out" she laughed, and winked at him.	
	
	"Oh, Mom... " he said wearily.	
	
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