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OTEC_incest_Mona
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 D A Wootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan


The lady in the blue skirt had a name.

Mona had been married to an alcoholic wife beater.

The story that Vin had killed a man in a duel, dumping the body into the 
ocean, was true.

Vin had gently suggested, sending his wife off to work with a black eye 
and a split lip, created an awkward social situation for her.

Dumb Shit flew into a rage, challenging Vin to a duel.

Vin did everything possible to defuse the situation, to no avail.

As the challenged party, Vin choose, long slide double stacker fourteen 
round, cocked and locked 45s.

It was done Western-style, on an ammonium nitrate barge.

They started one hundred meters apart, walking slowly toward each other.
Vin let Dumb Shit draw first, letting him get his gun halfway up, before 
collapsing both lungs.

Dumb Shit dropped his weapon, so Vin did not put a third-round between 
his eyes.

After he quit thrashing, they tied lead acid batteries to his ankles, 
throwing the body into the ocean.


When they were close enough to OTEC for a phone call, Vin called his 
wife, letting her know he was all right,

informing her he was on his way to deliver news to a widow.

Mona, answered the door, joy on her face, seeing who it was.

"I'll make some coffee." She said, stepping back.

Vin normally did not drink coffee.

As they finished the coffee, Mona stood, dropping her bathrobe, standing 
there naked.


"Honey, if I needed a couple of hours to console a grieving widow would 
you mind?"

"Put her on."

"Mona, you are family to Vin and I.

Don't come to work tomorrow, I we will expect you and Vin for dinner 
tomorrow evening."

Mona became Kathy's office manager.

Kathy gave Mona time off from work so she could have afternoon sex with 
Vin.

Later when Vin and Kathy had a whorehouse Mona, had no interest in being 
a prostitute, Twice a week, Mona would visit the little red stud house, 
paying for Vin's stud services.

Kathy would smile as she lead Vin upstairs.

Mona had no other sexual outlet.

That had been over a century ago.

Vin had never been able to do right by Mona, until now.


"Honey I'm home." Vin said stepping through the front door of their 
modest home.

Vin had a job as a computer programmer.

Mona was pregnant with their first child.

As he kissed her, he reached down stroking her swollen belly, feeling 
movement within her, as she looked at him, eyes filled with lust.

They lived together as man and wife for twenty years, watching their 
baby boy grow into a young man.


Mona left the bedroom door open.

Vin looked up, seeing their fourteen-year-old son standing naked in the 
doorway.

"Mark, you are welcome to join us, but only if you give your word, as a man.
Never to speak of this to anyone. Your Mother will go to prison, and you 
will go to a foster home."

"I give my word."

Mona rolled onto her back, spreading her legs, reaching down, stroking 
her son's penis.

"Son!" She said, smiling up at him, looking into his eyes as she guided 
him into her vagina.

Vin lay in bed, propped up on his elbow, watching his fourteen-year-old 
son, fuck his mother.

Mona had her arms around him, projecting love, matching him stroke for 
stroke.

There had been no awkwardness, hesitation, fumbling, or uncertainty, 
from the way they moved against each other, it was obvious they had done 
this many times before.

They certainly had plenty of opportunity, Mark, arrived from school 
hours before Vin got home.

"Mom!" He exclaimed, as he came.

"My turn." Vin said, tapping his incestuous son on the shoulder.

Mark watched his mother and father fucking enthusiastically.

Mona put her arms around her son's head, kissing him passionately while 
she fucked his father.

Vin tried to avoid performing miracles while in the grip of emotion, but 
he was quite irritated with Mona for hiding an incestuous relationship 
with her son.

He was not irritated she had cuckold him with his own son, quite the 
opposite he found the situation stimulating in the extreme, he was 
irritated with his wife for sneaking behind his back, stealing from him 
the opportunity to sit with her, planting the seduction of their son.

For stealing from him the opportunity to watch a small boy, filled with 
wonder, watching his father nod, giving permission, watching him undress 
his mother, penetrating her, crying out in ecstasy as he squirted semen 
into his mothers vagina.

Vin performed a miracle, filling Mona's breasts with an unending supply 
of milk.

For the rest of her life, Mona required near constant milking.

Her breasts were now hardwired to her genitalia, the process of extracting 
milk from her breasts, caused her vagina to open like a flower, turning her 
into a bitch in heat, unable to say no to man or beast.

Vin smiled wickedly at Mona as he climbed off, allowing Mark to climb on.
All night long, father and son took turns on top of Mona, commingling 
their semen in her, one of them fucking her, as the other sucked warm 
milk out of her, both of them feeling her trembling in orgasm.

The next morning, Vin called the school, telling them his son had a 
swelling, and had to stay home, hopping the boy's mother would be able 
to reduce the swelling in a day or two.

Vin left mother and son, in bed together, hard at it.

A year or so later, Vin came home from work at the usual time.
Mona had been sitting on the sofa using an electrically powered breast 
pump as Mark, and four of his teenage friends came through the front 
door, on their way to school.

There was an awkward social moment, as the boys stood there, smelling 
Mona's warm animal smell, watching her milk flowing down a clear plastic 
tube.

As the milk contended to flow, Mona smiled, explaining she had a rare, 
perhaps unique, physical affliction, she would experience agonizing pain 
if milk was not removed from her breasts every couple of hours.
She told him not to be embarrassed, surely they had seen an infant at 
their mother's breast.

She invited them to stand close watching the process.
As the boys watched, wide-eyed, Mona put on a show for them stroking her 
breast moving milk from deep in her mammary gland to the suction cup 
clinging to her nipple.

Finally, Mona turned the electric motor off, disconnecting the container 
of warm milk, handing it to her son, smiling, as his google eyed friends 
watched him drink it.

She said it was a shame to pour breast milk down the drain, asking if 
any of them wanted to taste her milk, all of them nodded their heads, 
unable to speak, unable to believe their good fortune, an incredibly 
sexy adult female was letting them view forbidden parts of the female 
body, smiling at them, speaking to them as adults, as she bared a second 
naked breast for them, leaning back on the sofa spreading her arms and 
legs, offering her body to them.

They stood there unable to move, they had expected her to attach her 
incredible machine to the second nipple.

Surely she could not expect them to kneel, holding her breast, sucking 
the milk out of her with their lips!

That was exactly what she intended, Mark had to go first, kneeling 
between his mother's widespread legs briefly sucking on her breast as a 
semi circle of teenage boys watched in amazement.

Leaving milk for the others, he stood, nodding to his good buddy, who 
had no choice but to kneel before his best friend's mother, reaching up 
with trembling fingers, touching her breast, slowly lowering his lips to 
her nipple.

Mona left both breasts uncovered, so two boys could suckle her 
simultaneously, everyone in the room smelling the hot smell of her, as 
she quivered in orgasm, rocking her hips.

After they had drained Mona of breast milk, there was a second socially 
awkward moment, teenage boys, horny to the point of insanity, stood 
before the female goddess of lust and depravity, all they had to do was 
step forward, sliding her dressed up, knowing she would raise her hips 
allowing them to slide the dress to her armpits, spreading her legs 
wide, allowing them to view forbidden fruit.

They couldn't do it.

Mark had no trouble taking initiative, he had been fisting Mona since he 
was in diapers, he smiled knowingly at his friends, sitting on the sofa, 
putting his arms around his mother, kissing her, stroking her breast, 
putting his arms around her, putting on a show for his friends.

Mother and son kissing as only long time lover's can, hearing the sudden 
intake of breath as Mona's hand begin caressing the lump in her sons 
trousers, sliding his zipper down, reaching inside, stroking him!

His friends felt their mouths to go dry as Mark's hand and arm slide out 
of sight underneath his mother's dress!

They thought they might go mad, watching his hand moving beneath the 
fabric of his mother's dress, caressing her in the most forbidden of 
female places!

If only their mother would let them stroke her in such a fashion.
Watching her spread her legs further, in response, encouraging him, 
knowing his friends were watching!

They watched his hand moving under the fabric, watching his fingers 
tunneling underneath the elastic top of her panties, watching her 
lift her hips, giving him access, watching his other hand disappear 
underneath mother's body, watching him kneeling on the floor, pulling 
his mother's panties off, handing them casually to his friends.

Watching her spread her legs again, as he reached back in to the dark 
cave of fabric between his mother's legs, his fist making a noticeable 
bulge in the fabric of Mona's dress as it slid slowly upward.

As Mona gasped quivering as, the fist disappeared!

Mark turned slightly getting the angle right as his arm slowly 
disappeared, until the hem of his mother's dress was draped over his 
shoulder.

His forearm moving like a piston, his mother turning bright pink, 
shuddering uncontrollably, her legs wide apart.

They gasped in unison as Mark began undoing the buttons on the front of 
his mother's house dress!

He started with the bottom button, each button was large, the diameter 
of a poker chip.

His mother, was letting him do it, letting her son undress her, in front 
of his friends!

As each button came free, more and more of Mona's incredible body became 
visible.

They had never heard of a mother allowing her son such liberties.
His friends participated willingly.

Participating as voyeurs, seeing a woman without her clothes, seeing an 
adult vagina for the first time.

Realizing with horrifying clarity, and absolute certainty their good 
friend and his mother were lovers, realizing they were about to witness 
the most forbidden of all sex acts.

They were about to see a son fuck his mother.

Their realization was confirmed as they watched their friends mother, 
motion Mark close, reaching down, undoing belt and zipper, sliding her 
son's pants down, fondling his penis, nodding to him, smiling, her legs 
held wide, as Mark knelt smiling at its friends who had lost control, 
crowding close, their noses almost touching his forearm watching him 
reinsert his hand, watching open mouthed as he slowly slid his forearm 
elbow deep in his mother's vagina.

Mona was calm and collected, acting as though this was an everyday 
occurrence. ( Which it was. )

"As you can see Mark has his hand in my vagina. A vagina is where babies 
come from, when Mark's head stretched my vagina, they held me down as I 
screamed, I continued screaming as a baby's head, stretched my vagina to 
the size of a cantaloupe. Each of you did this to your mother, although 
most mothers will not show you where babies come from, or let you touch 
them.

I am grateful to Mark for stretching me, turning me into a real woman, a 
woman who will let men reach into her vagina, feeling her womb, where 
babies grow.

After Mark pulls his arm out, would any of you like to reach into my 
vagina, feeling my womb, feeling the place where Mark grew?"

All of them nodded their heads, unable to speak.

In their minds, they elevated Mark to god status, accomplishing what 
they could not conceive, seducing his own mother, undressing her, 
fucking her everyday after school, reaching into her feeling her womb 
everyday.

Them would have traded their soul for such a mother.

As before good buddy went first, slowly inserting his hand, following 
her instructions as she told him to rotate his hand, extending his 
social finger stroking the mouth of her womb.

"Okay, now that each of you has felt my womb, let me show you other things,
watch closely as Mark places his little finger inside my urethra, women 
do not have penises they can urinate out of, like you do, we urinate out 
of our urethra.

If you remind me later, I will let you watch me urinate, and I will let 
you take turns douching my vagina.

Would any of you like to insert your little finger in my urethra?"
There was no hesitation this time.

"Babies will not grow inside a woman's womb all by themselves, a husband 
must squirt semen into her vagina.

In five or six years, each of you will be a man, your wife letting you 
squirt semen into her vagina.

If you promised not to tell your mother, I will let each of you practice 
squirting semen into my vagina.

We will play house, I will spread my legs, calling you husband, with 
your penis inside me, you call me wife.

If you wish you had the courage to seduce your mother, as Mark has 
seduced me, we can play a different game, you will call Mark father.
You can ask your father if you are old enough to have sex with your mother.
You can call me mother as you fantasize having sex with your real mom.
( All of them called Mark father, asking if they could have sex with 
their mother. )

Mark will go first, help me place sofa cushions on the floor."


They stood there, glassy eyed, hyperventilating watching mother and son 
fucking passionately, putting on a public show, aware of the incredible 
sexual tension they were producing in their audience.

Mona was looking up at them! Making eye contact, projecting love and 
lust to them as her son fucked her.

She maintain eye contact with Mark's best friend as her son shuddered in 
climax.

Mona did not ask good buddy, if he wanted some, she motioned him 
forward, undoing his belt and zipper, sliding his pants and underwear 
down, undressing him as a mother undresses a small boy , fondling him, 
waiting for Mark to give permission, before guiding his rock hard 
erection into her marvelous vagina.

Each boy stepped forward, allowing her to undress him, to fondle him, to 
fuck him, to let him call her mother.


As he stepped through the door, the warm smell of human semen and lust 
assaulted Vin's nostrils.

Mona was gang-banging the neighborhood boys.

She was in the living room, naked, so was Mark, and his four teenage 
friends.

They had sofa cushions on the living room floor.

She was on her back, having sex with one of Mark's friends as he and 
three other boys stood in a circle watching, waiting their turn.

From the amount of semen on her legs, pubic hair and the sofa cushion, 
it was obvious the boys had spent the day playing hooky, playing with 
Mona's vagina, gang-fucking her.

Mona had been pulling an adolescent five car train all day long.

She looked up at Vin, smiling, making eye contact, arms around a 
fourteen-year-old boy, pumping away, holding on tight, as the boy 
shuddered in climax.

"You are next." His wife said to him as the boy climbed off, semen 
oozing from his dick.

Everyone watched as Vin got naked, display his oversized erection.
Mona threw her arms around him, humping away like a machine.


Mona, Mona, has sex addled your brains, at least two of these boys will 
go home looking guilty.

If their mothers do not have the truth out of them before dinner, the 
truant officer will, by noon tomorrow.

By dinner time tomorrow our house will be surrounded by cop cars.
Whether or not, you realizes it, we are living in a theocracy.


Vin called each boy's home, getting permission for them to stay for 
dinner, and spent the night.

They gang fucked Mona all night long.

In the morning Mona had the boys fill her bulging red rubber douche bag, 
hanging it from the shower curtain rod, letting them take turns douching 
their semen out of her, before walking naked into the kitchen, cooking 
them a hearty breakfast.

Promising they could fuck Mona everyday after school, Vin sent the 
smiling boys on their way, ... before suspending the slice.

Vin kept his promise, the four boys, did indeed have sex with Mona every 
afternoon.


Vin gave his new boys false memories, they did not suffer homesickness, 
the marble palace was their home.

Each of them thought Mona was their mother, remembering, as tiny 
children, their mother and father, letting them watch, showing them how 
babies were made, letting them feel the inside of their mother's vagina.
They remembered coming home from school every day, watching their mother 
having sex, with a bull mastiff, of being told they had to ask their 
father before they can have sex with her mother, of their pride when he 
said yes, of the special ceremony, their father sitting in a chair, 
smiling, as their mother let them undress her, of her smiling proudly, 
holding her legs wide, display in their  semen, telling them they were 
a man now.

In ultra fast time, Vin's twenty year marriage had taken less than ten 
seconds OTEC time.

Six months OTEC time equals one hour carbon time.

He needed an hour of carbon time to get ready.

Nantes work rapidly, but a living human body is a complex thing to 
construct.


Vin took Mona, Mark and four teenage boys on a six month, around of the 
world cruise.

Vin booked them into a petite suite with an "open" floor plan, designed 
for newlyweds, no doors, open door-ways connecting all the rooms, even 
the bathroom did not have a door.

The staff were scandalized, as they set up a room service meal Vin or 
one of the boys was always absent, the sound of lust emanating from an 
adjacent bedroom.

It was obvious her husband watched and participated as Mona fucked her 
children.

Mona did not play a lot of shuffleboard, or read novels in a deck chair, 
Vin or one of the boys was fucking her almost most continuously.

She would wake in the middle of the night, breasts hurting, wakening one 
of her boys, with a whispered demand to have her breasts suckled.

Her vagina would open like a night flower, she would slide into bed with 
one of the boys, sucking on his penis until he was erect, awake, able to 
satisfy her.

After one or two boys, she was able to fall asleep again, only to awaken 
an four hours later with throbbing breasts.

A single fourteen-year-old boy has an amazing amount of sexual energy.

Mona required, on a daily basis, the sexual energy of five teenage boys 
and one oversexed adult.


They were back in Vin's super king-sized bed in the marble palace.

"Oh Vin, thank you for that. How did you know what my secret fantasy was?"

"Wahaaa!!" Mona jumped about six inches as Mark laid a hand on her hip.

"Oh, Mark is that really you, here in the real world." Mona said, 
rolling over on her back.

The Henderson school bus would take Mark and his four friends away 
Monday mornings.

Vin got Mona a job teaching PE at the Henderson school.

Mona was official wet nurse for the school, wearing a harness supporting 
a suckling infant.

Mona only taught classes every other hour, the rest of the time she was 
in her room with the fucking machine, Vin had provided for her.

The machine had a one liter dildo attachment, Mona would lay on her 
back, letting the machine stroke her vagina, as she held a suckling baby 
to her breast.

As the last class was ending at three in the afternoon, she would take 
off her white tennis shorts and halter top.

They would arrange wrestling mats on the floor, Mona would lay on her 
back letting two students suckle her, waiting for her sons to arrive 
and undress.

As mother and son began having enthusiastic sex, students would form 
three lines.

Students understood the social contract, as long as Mona;s breasts were 
being suckled, her vagina was open for business. Mona would pull an 
adolescent train until dinnertime.

She had sex with approximately sixty boys every day, all of them wishing 
their mother was like Mona.

She had a large bedroom, with four beds, she would move from bed to bed 
as the night progressed, leaving four sexually exhausted teenage boys, 
in need of a good nights sleep, grateful their mother was not like Mona.

-- 
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