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Hey Everybody,

Here is part one of my experience with my mother.  With the holidays
being so busy, part 2 will be out soon.  Keep checking for it.	I decided
to put the detail of how things happened between my mother and I after
reading SplatCat's story:

Making mother my slut.	SplatCat...your site was the greatest and I hope
that you will keep in touch.  Thanks for helping me get this out.

Eddippis@hotmail.com

For all who want to know detail...ask away.  Please give me details as to
what you are into and what (if anything) you have done or wanted to do.

Happy humpin'

Eddy


Let me start by saying that my mother and father divorced when I was
about 4 years old.  My mother grew up in the midwest and met my father
while he was traveling through.  He knocked her up (it was,according to
her, the first and only time that she ever had premarital sex) and so
they married.  A few months later, my sister Celeste was born.	They
immediately moved back to my fathers home town (I will use the fictitious
name Springfield in honor of the Simpsons and remain anonymous) of
Springfield.  Springfield is a very small town that doesn't accept new
people or outsiders well. 4 years later, I come along.	4 years after
that dad takes off.  All the friends and relatives take my father's side,
thus for all intents and purposes, disowning my mother and leaving her to
fend for herself.

6 years later...I am ten...the whole time after the divorce (and still a
little) my mother depended on me emotionally, for support and love.  My
father would visit occassionally and fuck mother while I was in the
house.	I used to peek through windows and half open doors to see what
they were doing.  I grew to accept and appreciate the fact that she
needed me and I used this to my manipulative advantage.  Anyway, I was
ten.  When I would go visit my father, who was a raging alchoholic, I
would spend weekends alone, with nothing but his porno mags and porn
paperbacks to keep me company. I came across a Hustler magazine that had
a "Kinky korner" article written by a mother who had seduced her son.  I
really liked that idea and read the story over and over.  What a lucky
guy I thought.	About the same time I ran acrossed an issue of OUI
magazine that featured the girls of Russ Meyer.  It was then that I got
my first glimpse of Kitten Natividad, who despite her obviously enhanced
breasts, resembled my mother in breast size, hair color, and facial
appearance.  (they could be sisters).  My seclusion for days upon days
with this pornography made me very interested in the wonderful secret
side of sex and horny to learn more.  I would always look at the
magazines and books in fear that I would be caught.  I was scared that
dad would beat me and that mother (if she caught me) would punish me too.
 The long weekends alone also made me dependant on my mother to kind of
rescue me because I would go maybe 3 days without very much to eat.  By
the time she would pick me up, she missed me very much, but I also needed
her as well.  She was my savior and I was the only source of real
affection that she had in her miserable life, so it was always special
and emotional when she would pick me up. I remember it all got going (to
a certain extent about a year later) when I was playing with myself,
rereading a paperback titled "The Passion Pit".  The book was about a
mother who falls into the hands of a loan shark and, of course, has sex
with him.  After the woman falls prey to the lecherous loan shark, he
tricks her into bringing her daughter to a fancy dinner to entertain a
new client of his.  At the dinner the shark gets both the mother and 16
year old daughter drunk and drives them home in his big car.  During the
drive the mother rides in back with the handsome new "client" and begins
physically responding the fingering that he gives her by breathing harder
and harder.  The ugly, old and fat loan shark ends up talking sexily to
the girl in a voice loud enough as to ensure that the mother in the back
seat knows what his intensions are.  He says things like "Here you are my
dear...Take hold of this...it won't bite you...".  This scares the
mother, but she has no recourse.  The shark ends up tossing the young
girls panties over the back seat and screwing the poor thing silly.  Once
the mother realizes that her daughter is getting it, she opens her thighs
and takes her new "client" inside of her own hungry vagina.  The thought
of this mother knowing that her daughter was getting screwed really
excited me.  This was great stuff to me.  I lost track of the time and
suddenly realized that my mother had showed up early and was at the top
of the stairs. By the time I had put the book behind the toilet where I
sat, I had no time to hide my erect penis from plain view.  I was caught.
 She looked at my penis and instantly realized what I was doing.  She
simply told me to hurry up so we could leave.

I was freaked out and thought that she would kill me, but instead she was
very comforting. I was scared shitless, and kept pretty quiet on the ride
home.  She seemed unnerved, but not at all mad.  I then asked her if  I
should see a doctor about a problem that I had recently discovered.  She
asked what it was and asked if it had anything to do with what she had
"noticed" that I was doing.  I said that it was and that I was worried
about my "thing" being so hard at times that I couldn't pee.  (I had had
some surgery on my abdominal area and actually thought that might have
been something to do with that).  She explained that it was normal for a
boy my age and "from what she saw" my equipment seemed to be in good
shape.	And that everyone did what I was doing.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, but I remember being very, very
excited at having my mother see my penis when it was hard.  The fact that
she commented on it and seemed to be pleased also excited me and made me
proud.	I was developing a lust for my mother, and I was yet to even have
my first orgasm.



Over the next couple years I started to develop quite a collection of 
Playboy Magazines and any other mag that had large breasted women in
them.  I was only attracted to women with large breasts because that is
what mother had.  I would imagine that they were my mother and that they
wanted to see my hard penis.  I became obsessed with the stuff.

When I was 13 I used to hide my magazines under my Sports magazines in a
gym bag.  One time while at school, I remembered that my mother had
mentioned something about needing to use a gym bag for something or
other.	I was panicked as I realized that she would probably use the
gymbag that I used to store my stash.  I remember racing home after
school thinking that I was for sure busted.  Images of all my favorite
fantasy girls torn to pieces, burned to cinders, destroyed beyond
recognition filled my head.  But, when I arrived home I found my stash
neatly placed in a brown paper bag.  No way!!! I thought.  For sure she
could have touched my precious magazines without realizing it.	She
hadn't thrown them away.  She hadn't burned them or torn them to shreds. 
She had NEATLY STACKED my forbidden porn in a brown paper bag.	This was
big for me.  She wasn't going to punish me for having this stuff.  While
my heart recovered from the initial shock I started to realize the
potential for this situation.  I could become the "King of Porn" with no
fear of reprocussion or punishment from my mother.

It was then that I decided to push the envelope a little.

I have always had a devious "push the envelope" type of personality. 
Some people would call it flirtatious, but I will always try to see how
far I can go with a person.  Shortly after the incident with the gym bag,
I decided to try to see how much I could get away with.  I decided to
leave a "Juggs" magazine featuring some pics of  Kitten Natividad under
my pillow when I knew  she would be in there to wash the sheets.  Again,
no problem.  This was good news.  This time I decided to ask her about
it.  She tried to act dumb like she hadn't seen it.  I ended the
conversation right there, but the situation was clear.	She would not
punish me for having porn mags, even if I flaugnted it to her.	I decided
to continue pushing the envelope to see what I could get away with.

Take in mind that this was NOT an overnight deal.  The situation
developed over a period of years with careful execution on my part.

I then would try to get away with more and more, each time gauging her
reaction to see what I could get away with.  Among the things I tried
were opening her bedroom door "accidently" when I knew she would be
changing.  She would ask me to leave and to not open her closed door, so
I began knocking and opening the door at the same time.  Again, I would
play this off as an accident and make like I was in some kind of hurry to
do or tell her something.  I would look through the bathroom window
trying to catch her showering.	(I always made enough noise against the
side of the house that she knew something was going on.)  It was about
this time that I discovered orgasms.  I was 13 and had my first orgasm
watching an R rated movie on HBO.  I remember blowing a huge wad all over
the carpeting as I wacked myself silly.  (when I was younger and read the
orgasm parts of the stories I had no idea what the white stuff was until
this time.)  Boy was I psyched.  I started jerking off all the time.
Shortly after my first orgasm I started walking into the kitchen in the
morning with my obvious hardon in full glory under my shorts (as long as
I knew my sister wouldn't be up yet or was out of the house) for mother
to see.  She wouldn't even comment on my aroused state unless my sister
was in the house and getting up in the morning.  If she knew my sister
was coming she would say things like "Why don't you cover up or put
something else on before your sister comes in.	She wasn't saying that I
couldn't walk around in my tighty whities with a big morning stiffy in
front or her, just my sister.  Occassionally I would wear a pair of
boxers and allow my boner to "accidently" pop out once in a while.  I
totally played it off as natural and no big deal, but I made sure that
mother couldn't miss it.  Still no punishment.

I was going crazy trying to get away with more and more with mom.  She
worked a very physical job and worked as much overtime as she could get. 
Working so much, she took a lot of "power naps" to catch up on sleep. 
Quite often she would fall asleep in the middle of our conversations.  I
would keep talking to her to see if she would wake up or if she had
fallen into deep sleep.  Once I knew that she was in deep sleep, I would
keep talking to her and throw in a dirty word or idea.	After doing this
more and more I would occasionally whip my dick out and wave it in front
of her face.  I went so far as to jerk myself off while standing only a
foot away from her.

I soon tired of this as I knew that I could jerk myself off anytime I
wanted.  I wanted the real stuff.  I continued my method of talking to
her about me while she slept.  Just about everytime she would fall asleep
on the couch, I would whisper something erotic in her ear.  I loved
watching her react physically with deeper breath and sometimes she would
mumble answers in her sleep.  But still I had to have the real thing.

We watched a lot of TV in my house and mother and I would often
innocently curl up on the couch together to watch it.  I loved feeling
her lush body against mine and because I was now about 6 feet tall (and
very thin...omly about 140lbs. at the time) with long arms that I would
wrap around mother as far as they would go.  She felt secure with me and
she would fall asleep often.  When she would fall asleep I would continue
to whisper in her ear things that I wanted her to think about.	I
pretended I was a hypnotist (I ended up studying psychology and family
counseling so that I could fully learn hypnosis and hear stories of other
families who had sex) and would plant ideas in her head that I wanted her
to think.  On the rare occassion that she would answer in her sleep, I
would ask her these type questions... (Keep in mind that I used the third
person tense so that she wouldn't think that it was me she was speaking
to in her dreams...YET!!!) Do you love Billy? Do you know that Billy
loves you? Do you like seeing Billy in his underwear? Do you like seeing
Billy's penis when it is hard? You like seeing Billy hard don't you? Your
panties get wet when you see him hard don't they? You want to see him
naked don't you? You know that he loves you don't you? Would you like to
let him see you naked? You have to really try hard to keep from staring
at his crotch don't you?

 (Also keep in mind that I tried to ask her only questions that she could
answer "Yes" to in the affirmative.  I rarely asked questions that she
could answer "No" to, but when I did, I would ask things like... You
wouldn't want Billy to leave and go live with his father now would you?
You wouldn't want to make Billy sad would you? You wouldn't want to hurt
Billy would you? You don't want some girl to hurt him do you?

You get the picture.  I did this for the next year or so.  It was not an
every night thing either.  I had to be very patient to make sure that she
didn't expect anything.  I continued to be myself around her to make her
comfortable with the ongoing situation.  I might go weeks without having
a "hardon" showing at breakfast or late night to make sure it wasn't
obvious what I was doing.  She loved me and I loved her as well.  She
depended on me for all her emotional connection and love.  (I don't
recommend this as it is completely unhealthy...but I used it for my
advantage.)

While swimming with her at the beach I would playfully comment on how
good she looked.  We were almost like lovers already.  I remember it was
that summer that I first grabbed her enormous boobs.  We were swimming
and playing around.  We were tickling and playing around when I suddenly
grabbed her left breast with my right hand.  (I should tell you that she
wore a 38DD at the time so it was certainly a handful)	She quickly
removed my hand, but again rather than punishing me, she kind of blushed
and tried to make light of it.	She tried to tell me not to do that, but
we were in the middle of a large group of summer swimmers.  She suggested
that we get out of the water, but I told her that we should wait a
moment.  When she asked why, I glanced down, through the water at my
tenting shorts that held my raging hardon.  She waited with me as my
"problem" went away and we shared a silent secret in the middle of dozens
of unaware people.

Then (you will love this) a few months later, near the end of the summer,
my sister took a picture of my mother and I standing in our living room. 
I had my arm draped around her and since she is much shorter than I, my
arm went all the way around her neck and down her arm.	Just when my
sister was getting ready to take the picture I moved my hand directly to
the front of mom's boob and gave a light squeeze.  I never took my eyes
off the camera, so my sister had no real idea what I was doing.  Mom
quickly moved my hand, without trying to make a scene in front of 
Celeste. (although the picture is great evidence...I still treasure it
today)	A little later when my sister had left the room my mother tried
to quietly tell me no to do "that" again.  This was the first time that
she ever reacted negatively.  This time, I used her technique and played
dumb.  As we had a very small home that conceiled no words spoken above a
whisper, mother had to speak quickly (my sis was coming back into the
room soon) and firmly.	I played a game that I knew she could not win. 
After playing dumb for long enough I partially admitted my guilt, but put
the blame of guilt on her.  "Come on Mom, I was only playing.  Don't tell
me I can't even joke around with you anymore.".  "Not with your sister
around" she replied quickly as my sister came back into the room.

I had done it again without punishment.  She didn't say that I couldn't
"play" or "joke" around.  She only said that I couldn't do it in front of
my sister.


Want to hear more?

Hope to hear from you soon,

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