____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety o o of stories. They have been submitted by people from o o all over the world. Also from alt.sex.stories (News o o groups). There is no particular order other than o o offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not o o be used for profit without obtaining the author's o o permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult o o entertainment and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o My Son's My Lover and My Comforter by Jenny Smith (address withheld) *** The following story is true. Only the names have been changed for reasons that are obvious as, pathetically, incest is a serious crime in many countries in the west. Male-male sodomy is legal, as is woman on woman, but female-male sex between family members is not. (Mb, pre, ped, inc) *** Any conversations are as accurate as I can remember them. I live in the south of England, in a small and very pretty village across the water from Southampton. I was married at the age of sixteen to a much older man. He had introduced me to sex when I was just thirteen years old, and I soon became dependent on having a regular, hard fucking. I couldn't get enough of his cock, and became very despondent if I had to go without a fuck for three or four days. Despite the thirty-year difference in our ages, we loved each other deeply. One month before my seventeenth birthday, I gave birth by caesarian, because my vagina was so tight, to a beautiful baby boy. I could have no children after that, but I didn't really mind. When our son, John, was five years old, his father was killed in a car accident. I was devastated. It took me more than two years to get over the pain. I had started taking my young to my bed at night just to have someone to hold close to me. I needed that so badly. One morning, when John was eight years old, he had an unusually hard erection. At first I just held it and gave it a little rubbing, but as he responded, I lowered my head and began sucking on it. I felt quite excited as John began to sigh and try to push it all the way into my warm mouth. I was absolutely surprised when, after only a few minutes, he had a dry orgasm that left him shivering and holding me tightly. It was unbelievable. As I rolled away, I began rubbing my swollen clit, which was now on fire. It had been the first time in three years that I had felt a cock in my mouth, and I needed to come off. John was watching me intently as I writhed and moaned when I finally orgasmed. I knew then that this was just the beginning. Naturally, things developed and soon I had taught my son how to tongue my clit and bring me off as I sucked on his small but stiff cock. For his part, John often initiated our mutual sucking and licking, and he enjoyed the sixty-nine position as much as I did. At this stage, I should tell you that I had warned John about not talking to others about our sex relationship as it could lead to a lot of trouble for both of us. This, he fully understood and so I knew that we were safe from those who would otherwise condemn me and separate us from each other. A few months went by, with me giving my son a blowjob two or three times a week, until the day came when I desperately wanted to feel a cock up me. I rubbed John's cock until it was fully erect, and then climbed on top of him. "Would you like to put your cock in your mother's pussy," I asked him, although he didn't fully understand. "Yes please, Mummy," he replied, wondering what it was all about. The only fucks I had had after my husband died were with my fingers and, on several occasions, with a cucumber, but nothing could ever feel like a warm erect cock, no matter its size. Holding his eight-year-old cock with one hand, I placed its small knob against my wet cunt lips and pushed down. I hadn't finger fucked myself for more than two months, so you can imagine the felling I had as his small, rigid cock entered my aching pussy. "I'm going to fuck you now, my darling," I told him as I began riding up and down his hard shaft. As I said, I have a very small, tight vagina and so the sensations I was getting from my son's cock were soon driving me wild. I fucked him harder and, after only a few minutes, I had a shuddering, cunt-contracting orgasm that left me exhausted and John excited. "Can we always do that, Mummy?" he asked me eagerly. "I like it when I'm inside you." Of course we can my little boy," I replied. "Mummy needs a cock up her pussy. It's been too long since I've had one up me." I was now almost fully satisfied, with fucking my son and having blowjobs on a regular basis. The only thing I really lacked was the feeling of a cock jerking off inside me and shooting its thick, warm spunk deep inside me. It would be two more years before this happened, one week after John's eleventh birthday. It was a Sunday morning, and my son was giving me a good hard fuck. His cock had developed a lot since I had first played with it, and it could bring me from one orgasm to the next as I held him and ground my clit into him. Suddenly, he said "Mummy..Mummy..." I realized that this time he was going to have a wet orgasm, and worked harder to keep his excited cock up inside my tight vagina. "Come, my darling," I urged him. "Shoot all that lovely spunk up your mummy's pussy." I could feel the head of his cock slamming against my cervix, when it happened. With John crying out, I felt jerk after jerk of his cock as jets of the spunk I had so long craved for filled my burning cunt to the full. John finally collapsed on me and, as his cock shrunk and slid out of me, I could feel his warm fuck-juice running down the inside of my thighs. I was in heaven. From that time on, my son and I fucked two or three times a day – sometimes even more. As he got older, his cock got longer and thicker. By the time he was fifteen it was almost eight inches in length and almost two inches across, long and thick enough to satisfy any woman. It certainly satisfied me. I began to encourage him to get girlfriends. At first, he was reluctant but by the age of seventeen he was like any other boy. At university, he dated a girl who, according to one of my son's girl-friends, was fucking her father who, coincidently, lived in a village not far from my own. Soon, John was in love with her, but when he asked her to marry him, she declined. "I know about you and your father," he told her gently. But don't worry. I understand. You see, I have the same relationship with my mother." The girl, Francis, looked bewildered and somewhat frightened at first, but eventually she overcame her nervousness and said, "All right. We can give it a try. I think it'll work out. I like you very much and I know that you love me." And so it was. They married three weeks after their graduation, and their marriage turned out to be a success. My son still fucks me at least twice week, and Francis still fucks her father. We all enjoy a perfectly loving relationship, so why should anyone wish to condemn us?