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(Note: I am not the author; I am only the decoder.

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The following story deals with themes of explicit sexual content.  If you're not
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                       WANTMOM1.TXT -- m/F, INCEST, PREG

                                  WANTING MOM
                                     Part I

                                 Unknown Author

      The first naked woman I ever saw in my life was my Mom. In those days we
lived in a small two-story house that had two bedrooms, the one I slept in and
the one Mom and Dad shared before they got divorced. Both bedrooms were on the
second floor and were right next to each other. There was also a door between
them that was always kept locked. I never thought much about that door until
after my Dad left and my Mom slept in the bedroom by herself.

      The door between our bedrooms was an old one and had a large keyhole,
although I never once saw a key or anybody unlock it. When I was younger, the
door was always a mysterious thing to me. The doorknobs had long since been
taken off the door, and somebody had stuffed a lot of wadded up paper in the
keyhole so you couldn't peek through it. I used to weave stories to myself
about the door and the people who once lived in our house.  I fantasized what
they might have used the door for. Whenever I asked Mom about it she told me
the door was for the maid. The people had a maid, she said, who slept in my
bedroom.

      To make a long story short, after Dad left and Mom was alone I began to
wonder about the door. I was going on my 16th birthday and, like most boys that
age, was getting more and more curious about women and what they looked like
without any clothes on. I had begun collecting copies of Hustler and other
magazines with photographs of naked women and their pussies. I kept the
magazines under my bed so Mom wouldn't find them. After I went to my room at
night, I would take the magazines out and jack off while looking at the
pictures. A woman's cunt seemed to me the most wonderful thing in the world,
and I longed to stick my cock inside one.

      After a while, though, photographs just didn't do it for me anymore. I
wanted to see the real thing. One day when Mom was out shopping I got a
screwdriver and tried to push the wadded up paper out of the keyhole. The paper
had evidently been in the hole a long time. It was virtually stuck to the metal
inside. Nevertheless after numerous jabs I managed to knock most of it loose
and pushed it out the other side. Checking the line of sight through the open
keyhole, I saw what was a commanding view of Mom's bedroom and her bed.
Needless to say, I couldn't wait until Mom came home and went to bed that night.

      And when Mom went into her bedroom that night I was well rewarded. When I
knelt down to look through the keyhole, I saw her remove her clothing, article
by article, first to reveal breasts I had never dreamed were so big. I watched
as her tits dipped down and then bounced back up as she bent over to remove her
stockings. For the like of me, I wondered why I had never thought of Mom as
having big breasts before. I learned that a bra sometimes hides a woman's true
amplitude.

      As I gazed through the keyhole, I also saw how large the nipples are on a
tit in real life, and what a large brown circular area surrounds each nipple.
What a lucky baby I must have been to suck warm milk from those nipples!  I
wondered why I had ever stopped.  I remembered a novel I read about a boy who
was nursed by his mother until he was 8 years old. That could have been me, I
thought.  I could have never quit, and could still be sucking milk from those
tits. What would Mom think if she knew I wanted to? The thought made my cock
tingle.

      When Mom removed her panties, the luxurious thatch of pubic hair on her
pussy was ever so much more vivid and compelling than the hair on the cunts I
had looked at in the magazines. My cock stiffened its full length at the sight
of it. I began to stroke my meat passionately. After Mom undressed, she usually
lay on the bed reading for a while, her legs slightly parted.  And I imagined
my cock buried somewhere inside the dark bush between her legs and my cock
moving in and out of it, thrusting as deep as it could go. I kept stroking
until my load splashed up against the door.

      This peeking at Mom in her bedroom continued for many a night. Gradually
over time I memorized every square inch of her 34-year-old body, her pendulous
tits, the way they sagged and bobbed when she moved about the room; the way
they seemed to pour out across either side of her chest when she lay down, the
way they moved across her body like two massive blobs of flesh spread out for
kneading and tasting. I loved, too, the look of her pussy, with its glorious
dark fluffy hair and the sensuous groove down beneath it that she occasionally
ran a  finger in distractedly, suggesting warm wet pleasures to be sampled.
After a time, I forgot all about my Hustler magazines. And after a time, I even
got tired of jacking. I wanted a real cunt, a cunt like Mom's, a warm tight
pussy full of slippery juices to stuff my cock into. I wanted to shoot my load
deep inside such a cunt. I wanted to come in it again and again. I wanted to
fill it up completely with my cum.

      It seemed as if nothing was ever going to change. I was not nervy enough
to walk into Mom's bedroom naked and force a showdown, especially while she was
awake. But one time, when I knew she was sound asleep, I crept into her bedroom
and stepped quietly up to her bed. I pulled aside the covers carefully and
leaned over her body, my head very close to her cunt.  But in the end I lost my
nerve and had to content myself with breathing in the aroma emanating from the
dark recesses of her pussy. The heated, musky fragrance of her powerful snatch
excited me, and I began to masturbate, imagining my swollen cock deep inside
the object of my desire.  Sheer fantasy sufficed, and, wrenchingly, I shot my
load, my gism flying every which way, on her tits and on her belly, a drop or
two landing on the crisp, curly hair between her legs.

      After catching my breath and regaining my senses I leaned over the
sleeping figure of my Mom to examine the two pearly drops of semen on her bush.
Using my finger, I teased the glistening bits of cum down through the hairs to
her cunt and into the opening of her vagina. The inner lips of her pussy seemed
to come alive at my touch, greedily accepting the precious gism I had to offer
them. Mom sighed, her body stirring briefly. She moved her ass up and down a
few times and then lay quiet. I decided it was too risky to remain in the room
any longer and covered her up again. I withdrew from the bedroom, promising
myself I would summon up the proper courage next time around.

      By the time I got enough nerve to creep into my mother's bedroom again, I
had a bit of bad luck when I discovered my Mom was having her period. Pulling
down the sheet from around her sleeping figure, I saw the telltale string of
the tampon dangling from her vagina. It was a definite turnoff, and, needless
to say, I withdrew from the room not only cursing my luck but also swearing to
give up any further attempts to sneak a fuck from my mother.

      My resolve not to try anything more lasted only about two weeks, however,
for about that time my Mom and one of her lady friends spent the evening
downstairs getting really plastered. The two of them slowly killed a four-liter
bottle of wine, while cracking jokes and trashing the men in their lives they
both knew. There was a lot of laughter and clatter in the kitchen while they
yacked at each other and fussed with their drinks and their snacks. At about
10:30, Betty, my mom's friend, said she had to leave when her husband
telephoned and wondered what was keeping her out so late.

      Of course, I eavesdropped on all this, and about ten minutes after Betty
left, I could hear my mom try to mount the stairs and make it to her bedroom. I
heard her stumble several times on the way, but she made it finally to her room
and shut the door. Peering through the keyhole in the door between our rooms, I
saw her flop on the bed without getting undressed or turning out the light. It
was not like her not to get undressed and I figured she must have been really
sloshed. For a long time I peered through the keyhole at her comatose figure on
the bed. I could hear her snoring loudly, and thought to myself it was now or
never. The excitement I felt at knowing she was dead drunk instantly gave me a
hard on.

      I took all my clothes off and, stepping into mom's bedroom, I walked over
to her bed and reassured myself she was out cold. Lifting up her skirt, I
reached up under her ass and removed her panties, leaving them around one leg
so as to make it easier to put them back on. The shock of seeing her pussy so
close and accessible made my cock throb almost painfully, the head turning
almost purple with impatience.  After the previous episode, I had not jacked
off or had a wet dream, so the pent up gism in my balls undoubtedly was aching
for release.

      Spreading Mom's legs, I positioned myself in between them, and fondling
her cunt, probed its juicy interior with one finger, spreading as much of the
moisture inside on the outside as I could. In between her snores, Mom began to
moan softly, her body just barely stirring. My cock by now was dripping
precome, the sticky strings trailing from the head as I placed it at the
opening to Mom's vagina. With very little effort and hardly a thrust, my cock
sank into her cunt up to the hilt. Unconciously, her vagina tightened its grip
on my cock, grasping it deliciously as if by magic. It must have been an
entirely involuntary reaction because I was certain she was passed out from the
wine and sleeping it off.

      Nevertheless Mom's moaning continued, taking on a rhythm of its own in
response to the gradual in and out of my thrusting. I began to thrust in
earnest, faster and deeper, throwing all caution to the wind, and banging hard
against her vulva each time I drove my rigid shaft into her as far as I could
manage. Soon I felt the first tug in my loins, the signal I was about to cum.
If I had any misgivings about cumming in my mother, now was the time to stop,
and I paused briefly, but only briefly. The thought that I could drop a huge
load inside her was too exciting, too pleasureful to be denied. I loved the
thought. I loved the idea of it. I wanted to do it. I wanted to shoot my hot
cum inside her. I loved it and maybe she would love it too if she knew.

      Losing all control of myself, I exploded deep inside Mom's pussy. Spurt
after spurt of the viscous liquid shot forth from my cock into her vagina, the
sperm splashing up against her cervix, racing with white heat into her uterus
and beyond in search of an egg. Spasm after spasm sent forth quantity after
quantity from my teen age balls, until, with no room left inside her to contain
all my seed, the warm, thick fluid slicked out around my plunging cock and down
around her ass onto the bed.

       The intensity of the orgasm racked my senses, and I lay atop her for
what seemed like a long time before I regained my composure. When I awoke from
the dreamlike state I was in, my cock had softened but was still inside Mom's
pussy. Pulling it out, her vagina tugged at it, reluctant to let go, as my gism
inside her had undoubtedly thickened to a gluelike condition after about 20
minutes. Pulling her panties back up around her, I covered her again with the
sheet. Her snoring continued unabated and I figured she would never know what
had happened to her that night By morning most of my seed would be inside her
uterus, and what cum was left in her vagina would be absorbed into her body. A
few dried cum spots on the bed or on her cunt could be dismissed as her own
natural discharge. I was home free, I thought as I left the room, a smile on my
face.

      But several weeks later, I learned that the seed I'd implanted deep
inside Mom had done its work, giving my unforgettable night an unexpected
consequence.  Mom came home from the doctor's, looking white as a sheet. When I
asked her what was wrong, she told me she was pregnant...but she didn't know
how it had happened.  With a shock, I realized that when I had stolen into her
room and fucked her that night, it had been about two weeks after she'd had her
period (because that was when I'd seen her with a tampon).  She was fertile
when I fucked her, and I'd ended up impregnating my own mother!

      What was I going to do?




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