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"Mary Jane's Boys" by DaMaSTeR (m+/F, con, inc, pedo, mom/son(s))


and suggestions.Chapter 1 - Pondering Thoughts (No sex)

Mary Jane was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee and
smoking a camel.  Her mind wasn't there though.. It was miles away,
pondering over what she had been feeling lately.  Her husband used to
beat the crap out of her, but now - thankfully - he had dumped her for
some young slut he picked up in a bar.  Good riddance, she thought to
herself as she took another sip.  The bad thing though, was that she
had no real man in her life anymore.  She hated that.  She had always
been very sexual and had enjoyed the sex she got from her husband,
even after he had beaten her up.  Still she didn't wanna get hit by
him anymore so she had been looking for a new man.  First at work -
she was a waitress, not the best of jobs, but a fair and honest living
- but it seemed like there wasn't a decent man in the world anymore,
  and she'd be damned if she'd let herself get involved with yet
another asshole.

A few days ago she had a thought though, which at the time she
immediately erased from her mind. It was too sick to even think about
it.... THEN.  Now she wasn't so sure..  She lifted her head and looked
at the picture on the wall.  God, how big they've become..  Her four
sons were staring back from the framed picture.  Jimmy, the oldest at
15, had a devilish grin. She had a feeling he was not a virgin
anymore, but she didn't care.  She lost her virginity at 13 and she
never regretted it. She was glad to see he was taking precautions
though - she found a stack of condoms in his sock drawer the other day
- because she didn't want him to knock some poor girl up like she had
  been at 15.  She was 30 now and still very attractive.  Long blond
hair, deep blue eyes and a body Pamela Anderson would be jealous of.

Her eyes moved to the second kid in the picture; Andrew.  He was 14
and a bit of a handful.  He was going through a bad puberty phase and
his temper was starting to be a problem.. Maybe he takes after his old
man, she thought to herself, hoping herself wrong.  He had a cute face
though and he could be very sweet if he had a good day.

Next was Brad.  At 12 he looked so innocent, which of course he
wasn't. Like all her boys he had a stack of dirty magazines hidden
under the mattrass - a stack she had recently been reading quite
regularly,  masturbating to it in her own bedroom, and that of her
boys when they were in school.

Finally the youngest, Tim.  He really WAS innocent.  He was also the
most beautiful 10 year old in the world to her.  He had a heart of
gold and for his age he was extremely smart.  But which one would she
pick ?  Their names rung through her head again and again.. "Jimmy...
Andrew...   Brad... Tim..." She had been thinking about this for days
but had no idea how to go about having sex with her own son.  Finally
she decided that Jimmy would probably be the best choice, him being
the eldest.  She just wondered if he could satisfy her needs, and
even, if he would be interested...

She pondered this some more and finally decided to drop the idea for
the time being. He would be home soon and she still had dinner to
prepare...



Chapter 2  -  Late Night TV (masturbation/incest/pedo)

It had turned dark and the kids were in bed.  Mary Jane was still up
though, wearing her robe and watching Letterman, laughing at his daily
top ten, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.  She turned around to
find her youngest son Tim crying.  He looked so helpless in just his
underwear and his cheeks wet from tears.  "What's wrong honey ?"  she
asked.  "I had a bad dream mommy, can I stay here with you for awhile
?" She loved all her sons to death and couldn't bare to see her baby
upset.  "Sure honey, come here.." She reached for him as he walked
around the couch and sat down next to her.  Her arm wrapped around
him, hugging and comforting the boy, pulling him close.  He tilted his
head, resting it on her large, firm breast and she gasped as his ear
grazed her nipple.  Her nipples were very sensitive, but she knew she
could do nothing about it, so she looked back at the tv, trying to
block out the feeling of his head against her nipples.

They had been watching for about ten minutes and she couldn't take it
anymore, she had to get him off her chest. So she decided to start
tickeling him, that always worked, plus she knew he liked to play
around like that, so she would be doing both of them a favor.  "Mommy
stooooop" he laughed hysterically as she tickled his side and under
his arms, but she was relentless.  Laughing loud herself she tickled
and tickled some more until finally she saw he was starting to panic.
That was always the time to stop tickling.  She leaned over him.  "I
love you Tim." "I love you too mom," he replied.  She bent down to
kiss his forehead just as he lifted himself to kiss her cheek and
their lips met. She moaned softly and for a minute forgot who she was
kissing.  God her cunt was aching !  She had to get some sort of
satisfaction so she brought down her hips.   Her robe crept up and her
bare cunt landed on her son's leg.  She started rubbing up and down,
humping his leg, their lips still locked and she felt herself lose
control.  Her hand grabbed his head, kissing her son harder, pushing
her tongue againt his teeth until he finally opened his mouth a
little.  She immediately took advantage, thrusting her tongue deep
into his young mouth.  Tim didn't know what hit him, but it sure felt
nice so he decided to ask her about it later and for now enjoy the
ride while it lasted.  His mother was moaning loudly now, riding his
leg faster and he could feel his leg getting awfully wet.  She lost
all control now and fucked her cunt up and down his leg, stimulation
her clit with his flesh.  Finally she felt herself cumming. Their lips
unlocked and little Timmy fell back on the couch as he watched his mom
arch her back and shake and twist on his lower body. He robe had
fallen open and he couldn't believe what he saw !  Her tits were
massive and tight as a rock.  Her nipples were big and hard and
standing straight out.  Mary Jane was still cumming and twitching
until finally her orgasm subsided.  She opened her eyes and look at
her little boys' bewildered face.

"Oh God," she exclaimed. "Oh God what have I done ?" She jumped up and
turned away from her son, closing her robe tightly.  "Go to bed Tim !"
she yelled out.  She wasn't mad at him, just embarassed by what she
had just done.  She had actually gotten off on her own son !   He was
only 10 for God's sake !  "but mom..." he started.  "I said NOW !" she
screamed at her little boy.  Timmy started to cry as he ran up the
stairs to his room.  Mary Jane was shaking now, crying about what she
had done.  How could she ever face her little boy again ??

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Chapter 3  -  Uncomfortable times

The next morning family breakfast wasn't like it usually was.  There
was a dead silence all through breakfast and the boys noticed mom and
Timmy would barely talk.. And barely eat anything.  Brad, who shared a
room with little Tim, had noticed him going downstairs crying, which
was not unusual. He had nightmares all the time, but usually when he
came back up he would be smiling.. Last night he was still crying
however. Worse even than before he went downstairs.  If his little
brother would still be like this tonight he would just ask him what
was wrong, he thought to himself.  Maybe they had a fight or
something..   Maybe she hit him..

Neither of the three eldest boys knew what to think or make of the
situation, and so they all just remained quiet and at their breakfast
before catching the school bus.  As usual, before the kids left, they
all hugged and kissed mom and said goodbye, except for little Timmy,
who just walked out with tears in his eyes, obviously hurt about his
mother's behaviour the night before.

Mary Jane noticed, but had no idea how to act or react to his tears
and sadness.  Hell, she didn't even know how SHE felt about last night
yet.  All she did know was that she had hurt her boy.  And God how she
loved him. How she loved all four of them..

But what if he develops a trauma ??  Sexual abuse can be very
traumatic for a child, and no doubt what happened last night was
sexual abuse.  As she waved to her sons one last time her eyes started
to water again and as she sank into a chair she cried uncontrollably,
hands in her face.  What the hell was I thinking last night !   He
could be scarred for life..  Hell he could have you locked up if he
wanted to, and he would be right !  What kind of mother would french
kiss her own son, let alone rub her cunt on his leg and cum like a dog
in heat ?!  She knew she had to talk to her boy about it, apoligize to
him and beg for his forgiveness, but she knew things would never be
the same.  She had ruined her relationship with her son, and maybe all
of them.  She would never live down the shame and guilt, but she did
make a vow to herself right then and there.  She would do anything to
make him happy again.. No matter what the cost.  If he wanted a new
bike he would get it, if he wanted more allowance she would give it to
him.. Anything to turn him back into the smiling, playful kid he was
before last night's episode.

She would even give him his dad's computer tonight.  She knew that
even at 10 he knew how to use it, and his dad wasn't gonna use it
anymore anyway, plus he had asked her several times if he could have
it.  In fact, she would hook it up in his room right now as a surprise
for when he got home..

She got up, walked to the sink with her new thoughts and splashed some
water in her face, wiping her tears away.  She would make it up to
him, that's for damn sure, and never again would she get so carried
away..  She just hoped he hadn't told his brothers about it.......


---------

"Mary Jane's Boys" - by DaMaSTeR

Chapter 4  -  Lunch break

"I'm telling you I saw her tits !"  Tim said to his brother Brad in
the school cafeteria.  The were sitting in a secluded table in the far
corner across from eachother, whispering so noone would hear.  They
were in the same school, just different grades and it was obvious Brad
was uncomfortable sitting with a kid two grades below his.  That was
probably the most uncool thing to do.  But his brother had insisted on
speaking with him, so finally he gave in.  "and she was kissing me and
sitting on my leg and everything !" "Shut up, dillwad," his brother
replied. He clearly didn't believe his brother.  "you just had a wet
dream you little pervert.." "I'm telling you, Brad, it was real," Tim
insisted, "and by the way, YOU'RE the pervert.. I've seen those
magazines you keep under your mattrass." "So ??   I'm not the one
having wet dreams about mom's tits.. That's sick man, you need help !"
"I'm telling you the truth moron,  she had her pussy on my leg and
everything !  and then she started to shake and she got up and started
yelling at me !" "If you don't shut up now, I'm gonna tell mom about
this.  God you're sick, now leave me alone." Brad got up and walked to
his friends on the other table, leaving Tim by himself.  "I can't
believe he thinks I'm lying !" he hissed to himself.

Tim really had no idea why his mom had yelled at him.. Maybe he did
something wrong ??   Maybe she had wanted him to do something too
instead of just laying there with his mouth open.  He had felt his
dick get hard, maybe she had wanted him to show her or do something
with it, like the men in those magazines did ?  He thought everything
had gone okay though.  He liked her kissing him like that and he had
liked the way it felt when she was rubbing up and down his leg like
that and he REALLY liked looking at her tits.

Maybe that was it.. Maybe he should have grabbed her tits like he had
seen in the magazines ?    Or suck on them ?  He was confused.  At 10,
Tim was a smart boy, intelligent beyond his age even, but because of
that he tended to think about things a lot.  Maybe too much.  Right
now he was sorry he had told his brother.  Not that it mattered, since
he didn't believe him anyway.  Still he felt he had betrayed his
mother by telling what happened.  Maybe he should talk to her tonight,
then again she might still be upset with him.

Lost in his thoughts he sat quietly eating his lunch.  After last
night he had been paying more attention to the girls and women and
especially at the tits around him.  In his class none of the girls had
tits, they were all as flat as he was, but ms. Miriam, his teacher,
had big tits, like his mother.  He had spent the entire morning
reliving the previous night and imagining what ms. Miriam's tits would
look like under that blouse she was wearing.  He like ms. Miriam even
before today.   She was so nice and pretty, but today it seemed
somehow different.  He had looked at her in a way he never had before,
imagining her to be the one who sat on his leg, riding it like a
horse, first instead of his mom, later together with his mom, each on
one leg, their tits bouncing and each taking turns kissing him.  He
hadn't even heard her dismissing class for lunch, and when she finally
got through to him he could feel his face was flushed and his dick was
hard again, just like it was last night.

He hadn't managed to sleep a wink last night.  His mind was constantly
going over the events, pondering about what had went wrong, trying to
figure out why his mom was so mad at him; what he had done to hurt her
so badly.  And also, why it had happened at all.  They had played
before and she tickled him like that almost every day and nothing like
this ever happened.  She'd kiss him sometimes, but always on the cheek
or forehead, never on his lips like that and NEVER using her tongue.
And why had she let her robe fall open like that.  Of course he didn't
mind seeing her tits like that, but usually she was very careful about
showing her body.  He couldn't even remember the last time he saw her
naked or topless, or even in a bra or bikini for that matter.

But no matter how much and how long he pondered this, his mind could
just not grasp why it had happened, nor why she got so upset.

Finally he decided to just let it rest.  He wouldn't speak to anyone
about it anymore. Not his brothers and defenitely not his mother.  He
didn't wanna make matters worse than they already were.  He'd just
ride this one out and wait until she stopped being mad at him.

And with that he stood up, proceeding to class and back to Ms. Miriam.

-----------------

Chapter 5  -  Grief


Tim walked in right after his brothers.  Usually Tim was the first to
come into the house because he wanted to be the first one to hug his
mother.  Now he just ran upstairs without even so much as a simple
'hello'.  'You see,' Mary Jane thought to herself,  'I hurt him so bad
he can't even look me in the face anymore.' She felt tears welling in
her eyes again, but she managed to suppress them for the sake of her
other sons.  She just hoped that the computer she installed in his
room would make him smile again, maybe patch things up a little.   She
would go up in a bit to check on him, to    apologize about last night
and to try and smooth things over with him.  She wanted to go back to
the way things were before.

She may have had one of the best orgasms ever with her little boy, but
it was a mistake.  A tragic mistake she might lose the love of her son
over, and that just wasn't worth it.  Besides, she had always been the
first one to yell "Hang him by the balls and let him rot in hell"
whenever there was something on the news about child molestors, and
now she had done the exact same thing.  And look what happened..  Her
boy didn't dare look her in the face, let alone play with her like
they used to before this ugly episode.

She would have to go up and talk to him, and beg him to forgive her.
And of course, as she decided earlier, anything he wanted was his.
Anything to win his love back.

--

About 20 minutes after her kids had come home and her youngest had
rushed off to his room not to return she went upstairs and knocked on
his door.  "Honey ??" No answer.  She knocked again, a little louder
this time.  "Honey ??  You in there ??" "Go away !"  a muffled voice
from inside the room yelled back.  She felt tears again.  The damage
was worse than she had even thought.  "Tim, please," she pleaded, "I
just want to talk to you.." Could it be his love for his mother had
died when she rode his leg ?  Did she permanently destroy their
relationship by her irrational, dispickable and disgusting behaviour
the night before ?  She feared the worst.  "I don't want to talk to
you," the reply came from within the boys' room. "Now go away !"
Inside the room little Tim was crying.  He couldn't face his mother
yet, afraid that she would yell at him again.  He was a sweet boy.
Sensitive, and her yelling at him had hurt.  Plus he still thought he
did something wrong, but he didn't know how to apologize to his mom,
because he didn't know WHAT he did wrong.  So he sent her away.  Mary
Jane heard her boy all but tell her to get lost and in a fit of
despair, pain, anger and utter helplessness she collapsed, crying
loudly as she fell to her knees.  Big salty tears rolled down her
cheeks as she snickered and snottered, crying her concerned and
ashamed eyes out in front of her sons room.  'What have you done, what
have you done, what have you done ?" she kept repeating as she rocket
her body back and forth, the palms of her hands on her crying eyes.

--

Timmy had noticed the computer as soon as he entered his room, but at
the moment he couldn't care less about it.  He could, and should, have
thought that it was his mom who was in the wrong the other night and
this was her way for making it up to him, but the thought never even
crossed his mind.  He really couldn't care less about that damned
computer right now, all he cared about was getting back into his
mothers' good books.  Getting her to like him again.  As soon as he
got in his room he had started to cry again and her knocking on his
door had only made things worse.  He just couldn't face her.

What if she had felt his hard-on ?  God he was so embarrassed, and a
part of him was mad at his mom for putting him through all these new
emotions a boy his age shouldn't have.  The main focus of his thoughts
was still 'what did I do wrong' though, and although he did nothing
wrong at all, he didn't realize that.  His mom had never raised her
voice to him, and now she had, and that was all the proof he needed.
He was in the wrong, he screwed up and now she hated him for it.

After he told her to leave the second time he could hear his mom
crying in the hallway.  She was crying out loud and he could do
nothing but cry along, feeling worse than he had ever felt before.  He
must have hurt her real bad for her to cry like this.  The only time
he had ever seen his mother cry was a few weeks ago when they rented
'the Champ'.  Hell, they all had cried, even Jimmy, his oldest
brother, who'm he looked up to in great respect and admiration.  He
remembered how his mom had held him and how they had cried together,
his head on her chest... 'on her tits,' he thought and he felt his
penis get hard again ath the mere thought of his mothers' bosom.

Her tits looked so much better than those of the girls in Brads'
magazines.  Much firmer, much harder and much rounder, and of course
the added bonus that they were his mom's tits he had been looking at.

He noticed how his dick had gotten hard and he blocked the image of
his mothers' hot tits out of his mind and decided to feel guilty some
more.  He started crying again, clutching his blanket as he layed back
on his bed and slowly fell asleep.


Chapter 6 - Wondering kids

"Where's mom ?"  Andrew asked his older borther Jimmy.  Jimmy
shrugged.  He had no idea.  He had seen her going upstairs earlier,
but hadn't seen her come down.  "Maybe she's having a talk with Tim,"
he replied. "he has been acting weird all day." "Tell me about it,"
Brad added.  Jimmy and Andrew looked up at him.  "Why, what happened
?"  Jimmy asked.  Brad knew he had said too much already.. Of course
his brother had been either lying or daydreaming when he told him
about him and mom, and he knew he should keep his mouth shut about it.
"Well ??"  Jimmy asked again.  Now Brad shrugged. "Nothing, just that
he was quiet at breakfast," he saved the situation.  "And when we got
home earlier he didn't even say hi to mom..   He just went straight
upstairs." Both brothers looked at him, staring at him like he was
insane.  "Yeah, weird," Andrew finally said.  'Thank God they bought
it,' Brad thought to himself .  "I'll go see what's keeping her," he
finally added.  His brothers nodded in agreement, glad they weren't
the ones who had to go up and see what was wrong.

Brad got up and walked up the stairs, finding his mother in front of
his and Timmy's room.  She was crying, her eyes red and puffy, her
nose running and he could tell she was upset.  Maybe Tim had been
telling the truth.   Why else would she be crying like this ?

Slowly he walked up to her and kneeled beside her.  Carefully placing
his hand on her shoulder, he spoke softly.  "Mom ?" She didn't look up
at first, but after a second nudge she finally raised her head to her
son.  "Mom, are you ok ?"  He asked, genuinely concerned.  She wiped
the tears from her cheeks and eyes, but was unable to hide her fluffy
red eyes.  A blind man would have spotted she had been crying from
miles away.  "Mommy's fine honey, just fine." He didn't buy it,
obviously.  "If you're fine then why are you crying ?"  He asked.  He
wanted to know what was wrong with his otherwise so cheerful mother.
He loved her and he hated seeing her cry like this.  "Is it because of
what happened between you and Timmy last night ?" He asked.  At this
point Brad didn't care about betraying his brothers' trust. All he
cared about was getting his mother to stop crying.  She stared up him
in disbelief.  Had Timmy told him ??  How could he !  Then she thought
about it some more and decided it was unfair to blame him.  Of  course
Tim had to tell someone.. You don't get raped by your mother everyday
and it's only natural that he needed to talk about it to SOMEONE.  She
should be thankful it was his brother and not the cops he had talked
to.  It didn't make her feel any less embarassed though...  "So you
know about last night ?"  She asked carefully.  "Does that mean it's
true ?"  He asked.  Then she knew Brad might have heard from Timmy but
he had not believed him about it until now.  Oh well, maybe it was for
the better that things got out in the open.. At least she didn't have
to hide it now.  She nodded her head at Brad and the 12 year old boy
nodded back, smiling at her.  The he said something she would have
never expected, something that humiliated her more than anything ever
had in her life - even the time when some girls pulled of her panties
in the gymroom back in highschool when she was 14 and pushed her into
the boys locker room.  Her son actually asked her if she would let him
look at her tits as well.  She was flabberghasted.  Her mind could not
accept what she had just heard her boy ask.  A bright blush formed on
her face, a blush of shame, degradation, humiliation and - partly -
anger.  "Are you crazy ?!" she yelled out to him.  "What happened last
night was a huge mistake that should never have happened.  It was an
accident, and I'll be damned if I ever let that happen again !" "But
mom..." he started.  Mary Jane didn't let him finish though.  In
mid-sentence her hand hit him in the cheek, throwing his head
backwards.  He stared at her in disbelief and shock, the stood up an
ran into his, and Tommy's, room, crying.

Mary Jane stared at her own hand, shocked at herself.  Never had she
hit any of her children, and never had she given them any reason to
cry, and now she had two utterly unhappy sons crying in their room,
probably hating their own mother.  'God, forgive me," she begged on
her knees as, once again, she cried.

-------------------------

Well, here's chapters 1-6 for you.  Keep those ideas coming everyone
(especially the females that wrote me. It seems more women than I
thought have fantasies about this... Which is good :)) Keep your
comments and suggestions coming !  damaster@hotmail.com

I will post again after the next 6 chapters, if you guys and gals keep
me interested of course, so if you wanna read more, you'd better
e-mail.  The way I see it now, the fun should begin somewhere around
chapter 9 or 10.

Again, I like to take things slow, and even when the xxx-stuff will
begin, there will be a lot of storyline in there.

Again also, remember that I usually don't write in English but in
Dutch, which is my native language.  Any errors in spelling or grammer
should be disregarded or taken for granted.  I'm doing the best I can
here.  It's okay for you to bitch about my story, but not about my
spelling or grammar errors and not about me hurrying the plot along.

My goal is to write a story that stands out from the usual - son walks
in, mom bends over and gets fucked up the ass - stories.  If you
appreciate an incestuous fantasy with a little storyline and you have
comments, suggestions or (if you're a female) have a fantasy you wanna
share with me, please do.  If you want a "hi mom, fucking you, the
end" kind of story, don't bother mailing me, just pick any of the
other stories in this group.

Again, my email is damaster@hotmail.com

DaMaSTeR

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