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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
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o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o
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Generations (Fm-teen, 1st)
by THE RHYMER
From the THC Archive - 1991
I've always been a bold one, and when I was younger I was a
downright cocky little bastard. I wasn't shy about what I wanted,
and I usually got it: I learned quickly that it's the aggressive,
impatient people who usually get what they're after. When I was a
kid, it was candy and toys; I could talk my Mom out of anything.
Shortly after I hit puberty, I forgot about most of the kiddie
things and focused on girls. It took me a while to figure it all
out, but I learned quick when our maid, Maria, seduced me at age
13. We enjoyed a healthy sex life for the next ten months, until
Mom fired Maria for some foul-up or another. By then I was hooked.
With Maria gone (and replaced by a sour old lady), I had to
make do with the local girls my age; pretty slim pickings in our
neighborhood. It wasn't long before I noticed Mom in that way, and
she soon took up a starring role in my nighttime fantasies. But I
never really considered making any moves on her.
My mother is a true statuesque beauty: six-one flat-footed,
with a sweet figure dominated by moderate-size, big-nippled
breasts, a delectable flat stomach, and a tight, muscular ass.
When I was a kid she attracted a lot of guys, but dated very few of
them. At the time, she was still pretty young: she had me when
she was 15, after being impregnated by some anonymous asshole I've
never seen. Luckily, Gramps was rich, and when he died he left us
quite well off. Mom didn't have to work, but she decided to use
the money to send herself through school; by the time I entered
high school, she was wrapping up her Ph.D. in psychology. She's a
helluva smart lady, and I've always been proud of her.
At age fourteen, I was walking around with a more-or-less
permanent hard-on which I only occasionally got to slide into some
tight schoolgirl cunt. Not that I was bad-looking; there just
weren't many willing girls in the out-of-the-way Texas town where
I lived. By then, I was almost six feet tall, slender, with a nice
muscular chest and ridged stomach from swimming so much. I was
usually able to control my raging hormones around Mom, but one day
they got completely out of hand.
It was August, and it must have been near 100 degrees in the
shade. It was one of those rare days we were both home, so we
decided to spend it out by the pool. Mom was probably the most
gorgeous I'd ever seen her: since she spent a lot of her free time
in the sun, her light brown hair was bleached a honey gold, and she
was a deep brown from head to toe. She set off her tan by wearing
a skimpy yellow polka-dot thong bikini that barely covered her.
She probably thought she could get away with wearing something like
that around me, since I was her sweet loving son and would never
feel *that* way about her; but hell, I couldn't keep my eyes off
her. I tried to be circumspect about it at least, and I supposed I
succeeded. She was happy and carefree that day, as she so often
is, and we talked and laughed about a lot of things. I think
that's when I first fell in love with her, in a way that was quite
unlike the ordinary familial love a son feels for his mother. This
was something Mom's friend Freud would have understood very well.
Shortly after noon, Mom went back into the house to make us
some sandwiches -- it was the maid's day off. Some ill-defined
feeling caused me to follow her. I just stood for a long moment in
the doorway separating the kitchen from the outside, and watched
her gather the makings of our lunch. When she turned to the
counter to chop the tomatoes, exposing to me the tanned globes of
her tempting buttocks, I just lost all control of myself. I
approached quietly and embraced her from behind, squeezing myself
tightly against her. "I love you, Mom!"
She patted my hand. "I love you too, Tommy." She kept on
cutting the tomatoes.
"I mean I *really* love you, Mom! You're the best mother any
boy could have!"
"I really love you too, baby." I could hear the edge of
amusement in her voice. "And thanks for the compliment."
"No problem." I slid my hands up to cup her breasts, and I
could feel my cock start to rise up out of the top of my tight
Speedo.
Mom felt it too. She stiffened, and she carefully put down
the knife. "Whoa, there. What do you think you're doing, son?"
"I believe I'm touching my sexy mother in places a boy
shouldn't touch his mom," I replied, squeezing her breasts. I
tweaked the nipples to hardness, then started to roll them between
thumb and forefinger, just like Maria had taught me. My mother
gasped, and involuntarily hunched her butt up against my crotch.
I was kinda in shock -- I couldn't believe I was doing this, and I
definitely couldn't believe she was reacting this way! "Should I
stop?"
"Hell, yes...ahhh, no, baby," she panted. "Oh, it feels so
good. S-since you've started, I'll let you keep doing it, but we
can't go any farther, OK? It -- it wouldn't be right."
"Sure thing, Mom." I ground the naked tip of my cock across
her bare asscheeks, and gradually slid my right hand down across
her tight belly. A few inches lower, and my hand was sliding under
the waistband of her bikini.
"Oh, no, Tommy! No!" My questing fingers found her clitoris,
and she moaned deep in her throat. "Oh...no baby..." I twiddled
her clit, and slid one finger down her moist slit and into her
cunt, which was practically dripping by now. "Oh YES!" she
practically shouted. "FUCK YES! Don't you dare stop!"
I'm a good son, so I did as I was told. I grinned. This was
wonderful! I removed my hands long enough to untie the strings
holding the bikini together, then let it slide to the floor. My
swimsuit followed, leaving us naked together. My hands found her
hot spots again and I started working them as I rubbed my full nine
inches along the crack of her ass. After a few minutes of this,
she started bucking and moaning and I knew she was coming. Far
out! I'd made my own beautiful mother come! I was amazed to feel
my cock swell even further. I'd never been so turned on in my
short life. "Mom," I panted, "Would you like to make love?"
"Oh my God," she groaned. "I know it's wrong, but I've never
wanted anything more in my life! Give it to me, lover!" She
braced herself against the counter and thrust her lovely butt
toward me.
I didn't waste any time. I carefully guided my cock to the
opening of her sparsely-haired pussy, and slowly entered her. In
spite of having birthed me fourteen years ago, she was as tight as
any teenager -- but of course, I'm big enough that *any* woman
feels tight, if I do say so myself (I ain't modest, either). She
came again before I'd even slid my fuckshaft all the way in to the
balls.
"UHHHHH! OH TOMMY! Uh, oh, fuck, baby! You're so damned big
it feels like you're splitting me in two! More, baby, more! Momma
wants to come again!"
Unfortunately she didn't get to right away, because I was so
hot that I managed maybe three strokes before a white hot nova
exploded at the base of my cock, and I pumped a huge incestuous
load into her, the biggest I'd ever managed. We slumped forward
across the counter, still linked.
We lay there panting for a long moment, then she said: "I
can't believe it. I can't believe my own son just made love to
me."
"Believe it," I said gently, and slowly pulled out of her.
My shrinking cock was covered with a viscous mixture of our
lovejuices. I slowly turned her around, and looked deep into her
eyes. She bore a dazed expression, and I'm sure mine wasn't any
less confused. I was feeling somewhat uncertain at this point.
"I-I told you I really, *really* love you."
"I think you proved it." She looked down at my slick tool and
ran a finger lightly across the top. "My God, baby, you're huge.
It's as big as your father's." That was maybe the fifth time in my
life I'd heard her mention the bastard. I shrugged it off and
tilted her head up so she could look into my eyes. We stared at
each other for a few seconds, and I could feel the love unfolding
within me like some rare orchid. I gently kissed her full,
inviting lips, and I could feel her start to respond against me.
It wasn't long before I had another erection.
She reached down and stroked it, then pulled away. "This
counter's uncomfortable," she purred. "Why don't we go back to my
bedroom?"
I grinned, and let her lead me by the cock into the back room.
Over the course of the next ten hours, my mother showed me things
I'd never even dreamed about, and we explored erogenous zones I
hadn't even known existed. By the time I fell into an exhausted
sleep, I'd eaten her out repeatedly, penetrated every one of her
orifices that I could manage, had been treated to several wonderful
blowjobs, and had plowed my young cock between her breasts more
than once. I came at least seven times, and she came maybe twice
that.
It took me two full days to recover.
We've been lovers ever since, and after the first two months
we decided to forsake all other lovers, since no relationship could
ever be as intense or fulfilling as the one we'd found. Mom let
the maid go -- we didn't want her around cramping our style. We
wore as little as we could around the house, but rarely went nude.
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