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(F/m-teen, ped, inc, 1st) *** "Waffles are a specialty of mine," Gary Magnussen said to his sixteen year old nephew as the young man came walking into the kitchen. He pried a fresh Belgian waffle off the waffle iron. "Actually, I'm glad you're here, Benjamin. I'm not supposed to eat all these waffles by myself." "Hey, no problem," Ben said. "I like waffles." "I love waffles and fruit," Gary said. "You know why people eat fruit compote on their waffles, don't you? You know apple, cherry and peach compote like the restaurants make?" The young man looked at his uncle and shrugged. "Never thought about it." "Because fruit sticks to the waffle maker," his uncle said. "Pour some blueberries into the waffle batter and you have to scrub the iron clean each time you make a new one. So they invented fruit compote to keep from having to clean the waffle iron each time they use it." Gary placed a large square waffle on Benjamin's plate. "We have a lot in common, you know that don't you, Benj?" "You mean like waffles?" Gary chuckled. "More than that, kiddo." He let go of a big sigh. "We're both pretty protective of your mother. In fact, I think in a way, we were both hurt when your dad died—and then she married Perry." Ben sloughed the remark off. "I never knew my dad." "I know," Gary replied. "I only met him once. He was a very handsome man—I--" He paused. "I was very jealous of the man." "Jealous?" Gary grimaced. "It's hard to explain." Benjamin shrugged again and took another bite from his waffle. "Can I have cherry this next time?" "Sure," his uncle answered. "Give me your plate." Gary began to dish up the cherry compote, and then he grinned at his nephew. "Speaking of cherries, have you... uhh... ever—you know—made it with a girl?" Benjamin pursed his lips for a second and then growled out, "Uncle Gary! That's not fair. I'm only sixteen." "Whoa! I didn't mean to give you a hard time about it," Gary protested. "I mean maybe you haven't had time to find the right girl... just yet." Ben snickered. "I don't know about that?" "And then again, maybe you have found the right girl— excuse me--woman!" "Look, Uncle Gary, I'm not a virgin," Ben said quietly. "If that's what you're getting at." Gary took a closer look at his sister's son. The sixteen year old young man was the handsome biracial child of a good looking black man and his own sister, an attractive white woman. "Damn, I'll bet you're not at that. Shit, you're as handsome as your Dad was... c'mon, Ben tell me something about her." "Like what?" "I don't care--just one thing." Benjamin shrugged and played with his waffle for a few seconds. "She's white." Gary laughed. "Damn, you're more like your father than ever!" Ben smirked. "Yeah, I guess I'm a lot like him. Mom says I have his taste in women." "Are you going to tell me more? Or do you want to leave it at that?" "Only that she's older than me," Ben added. "I'd say you're one pretty lucky young man. Hopefully, you won't make a mistake and get her pregnant." "Very funny," Ben replied. Then Benjamin became introspective. Ben had heard veiled allusions from various family members before. He thought he'd approach his uncle with a well tendered lie. "Uncle Gary," Benjamin asked. "Aunt Suzanne said that... well, that Mom had a baby when she was a teenager." Gary looked down at the floor. "She did, eh?" He squirmed slightly. "Suzanne told you that?" "Not directly," the young man said. "She sorta didn't know I could hear--" "Ahh," Gary said. "Well, Lyssa had a child when she was still fifteen--a few weeks before her sixteenth birthday. The family—well, you know—in those days we kept things like that secret." "Really?" "Yeah," Gary nodded. "Really." "And the father?" "We don't talk about him." But something else seemed to reflect in Benjamin's uncle's face. As he looked carefully at Gary, a lot of puzzle pieces seemed to come together in Ben's mind. For one thing, he realized that his mother's husband, Perry, was a bigger and much darker brown version of his Uncle Gary. Gary had black hair—well, it used to be black. The only real difference was that since Perry had stopped smoking, he tried to make sure that everyone around him did too. Ben knew that his stepfather's dictates occasionally grated on his mother. In fact, Ben had noticed that his mother had begged his uncle for a cigarette in private. "Wow," Ben muttered. She'd had her first baby at fifteen? She hadn't been much older than he was. He stopped. Ben thought for moment. Then he glanced back at his uncle, took a deep breath and decided to make a leap of logic: "It was you, wasn't it?" Then Ben lowered his voice. "You were the father." Gary looked shocked. Before he could stop himself, he answered: "How did you know?" "You'd have to hear how mom's voice softens whenever she speaks of you," Benjamin said. "She doesn't ever talk about anybody else that way. Not Aunt Suzanne, not Grandma, not even Grandpa when they were alive. You were always her 'big brother.' You were always special to her." Gary shook his head. "I never knew." "And I just now guessed." "Jesus, Benjamin, you're one smart kid." "Like you said, 'We have a lot in common,'" Ben muttered. But there was something in the way that Ben said it that signaled something entirely different to his uncle. This time Gary's eyes widened. "D-do you mean to tell me that your first time--?" He stopped. Benjamin's mocha brown face actually reddened; yet he remained silent. However his mind zipped back to that very first time: Benjamin knew things were different when he awoke-- totally different. Surprisingly, even though she'd sent his little brother and sister on the school bus, his mother had called him in absent from school on that snowy morning. She told them that he had an important physical appointment for later that day, and that she wanted to keep him home until then. Ben, of course, had no idea how important the day would be, or how much his life was about to change. He did remember getting a physical examination, but not from his doctor. Flashing images lived fresh in his mind's eye like so many indelible experiences that would forever live in his brain. Moments that lived in his recent memory like scenes from a dream or events recalling an unbelievable fantasy. That day's visions streamed by in a flurry of emotional energy. Images like his mom kneeling before him naked, her knees placed on a cushion, her long thighs squatting on her heels. Her white thighs were smooth and pale in the overcast light of the morning. Her breasts hung down like two round white grapefruits sliding down a fleshy hill. At the end of her tits jutted out the large areolas and thick nipples of a nursing mother. Up close as he was, Ben could see that his mother had what certain authors referred to as well chewed nipples. But the other image that flashed across his memory had to do with the vision of her soft, full mouth encircling his standing dark erection. This memory was followed by her blue eyes rolling upwards to focus on his face. She'd captured his eyes with her own. God, what he thought he saw in those eyes. He saw reflections of his own fear and confusion. And yet he saw the sheer lust that was generated between them. All these things zipped like mad through Ben's mind. His thoughts raced trying to keep up with all the sensations surrounding him. Both fear and confusion quickly subsided when his mother backed off from his erected cock to softly murmur about the primal history of the human race and how it specifically pertained to the two of them. History had never felt so immediate—so fascinating to Ben before. Then she clasped the head of his cock between her lips again, and his mouth dropped open with all the intensity of feeling that his mother's ministrations had brought forward. His passions were intense, fascinating, frightening and exciting all at the same time. God, what was going on? Why was his mother down on her knees for him? Why did he enjoy it so much? She slowly mouthed, tongued and sucked on his penis for minutes on end, and Benjamin could almost sense that he was going to climax—as he would have had he been masturbating, but this was so new—so novel that he couldn't just cum in his own mother's mouth. Suddenly, Lyssa stopped. "Lay down on the bed Benj," his mother instructed, and she carefully left her knees and got to her feet. At only five foot-six inches tall, she fully eight inches shorter than her son, but Benjamin understood that this little woman was totally in charge. She kissed him, and Ben tasted both the tangy sweetness of her mouth and the salty yeast flavor that his nose recognized from those private auto-erotic moments he pursued on his own. Jeez, he was tasting himself. "Lay down," his mother repeated; so he did. She sat next to him on the bed and her fingers went right to his scrotum and loins. His erection grew and thickened under her careful touches. His Mom had a pad of fat right over the curve of rather prominently meaty pussy. That term was something that Ben had learned from surfing several porn sites where he wouldn't have been welcome had they known his real age. She lay down next to him and kissed him again. This time, he tasted her more than he tasted himself. "Roll up onto me carefully, sweetheart," his mother said. "I want to make this easy." His mother lay on her back invitingly, and Ben put his knees up on the center of the bed and situated himself right between the older woman's knees closer to the junction of her thighs. "Now place your arms and hands on either side of me and lower yourself down slowly, carefully." Ben did as she asked, and in moments his dark skin pressed and balanced on the white skin of his plump female partner. But, Ben told himself, this wasn't right! This was his mom! But she felt good under him—warm, fleshy, sweaty, but very receptive. Benjamin laid across her hips, her belly and her breasts, and he watched as his mother reached up with her hands to take hold of his face and bring him down close for a long kiss. "There will be new kisses coming, Benj," she whispered. His mother's thighs spread wider allowing his hips and thighs to settle into a new position. "A new kind of kiss." He could feel what was happening, but Benjamin's eyes were locked onto her face. "Do you remember when I had my lips wrapped around your penis?" she asked as she squirmed slightly under his weight. "Do you remember the feeling?" "Of course," he whispered. How could he possibly forget? "This will be more of the same in a way," his mother murmured. "Only this time a new set of my lips clasp a hold of you and bring you into their grasp." Startled by her gentle words, Ben gasped. "All right," he answered. Ben didn't quite negotiate the moment as well as he'd hoped. He pressed forward eagerly and slipped off his mother's pussy. Lyssa didn't say a word. She just reached down with her hands to grasp the tip of his dick firmly with her fingers. Slowly, his mother rubbed Ben's firm dick up and down the orifice of her pussy until his glans began to slip easily in and out of her labial lips. As his penis sunk deeper into her loins, Lyssa said: "There you go." This time Ben felt the length of his erection push effortlessly forward into his partner's body. His dick was sinking between his mothers clasping pussy lips. "Holy shit," he muttered. Holy shit! He was fucking his own Mom! "Holy shit!" But the thing was, all of a sudden, he felt so damn good! Benjamin Dryor's dick craved that feeling! His dick wanted—no, demanded to be buried deep within the confines of a wet, warm pussy. Even though he knew this was wrong, Ben couldn't find anything in his life to compare with the experience. He knew he'd have to tell her that. His mother smiled. "There you go, sweetheart," she lifted her head slightly to murmur in his ear. "You feel wonderful, too." "What?" Lyssa chuckled. "Did you think you were the only one getting something out of this?" she responded to his voice and to his movements. "I've really enjoyed every second with you, as well." M-Mom—I mean, Lyssa—am I doing okay?" She giggled. "Of course you are, baby." Baby! Her baby was her lover now. It took Ulyssa about four and a half minutes to coax her son into a compatible rhythm. Like all first timers, he wanted to work too hard—to move too fast. At the end of another couple of minutes an uncontrollable burst of aching heat ignited in Ben's loins. He began to grunt and groan and moan. His breathing became ragged and he started to pant and wheeze. His mother wrapped her legs around his ass, and with her hands, she gripped his thrusting buttocks tightly her underbelly. Benjamin's loins jerked. His body cut loose with a vicious jolt of energy, and Ulyssa's oldest son ejaculated deep inside the confines of his own mother's vagina. Emotionally, he felt torn. He was of two minds about it. But physically he felt so good that he didn't mind that his very soul might be damned. His body felt to right, that he brought his mouth down against his partner's mouth; so that he and his mother could kiss slowly, passionately for a long, long moment. When they broke their kiss, she asked, "How do you feel?" "I feel great," he chuckled. "Mom, why does it feel so good?" "I don't really know," Lyssa answered. "My guess is because the human race has such a strong desire to go on." "What do you mean?" "If the act that makes babies feels this good, then people will continue to indulge themselves in the act, and babies will continue to be made." "Babies?" His mother laughed. "Yes, what did you think we were doing?" "You're serious," he moaned. "I wouldn't worry about it now," she replied. "But I want you to listen to me. I have two things to tell you. First this has to be a secret between the two of us, okay?" "All right," he replied. "What's the second thing?" "Any time you need me to do this again, you just ask." God help him, Ben thought. He knew he would ask her to do this again. Ben's Uncle Gary smiled and then broke into laughter. "I should have guessed. An older woman, indeed." Both of them started chuckling, which then broke into laughter. "Three generations," Benji added. "Christ, mom." Gary stopped smiling. "Three?" "Oh! You--" Benjamin paused. "You didn't know?" "And you do! C'mon, tell me," he demanded. "I think this is something you'd better hear straight from mom," Ben replied. Both uncle and nephew sat in silence. Ben continued to eat his waffle, while Gary merely nibbled on his in shock and frustration. Lyssa came waltzing into the kitchen wearing a thin robe over her shapely mature body. "Good morning, boys. And how are my favorite two men? Your laughter woke me up." "Morning, Sis." "Hi, Mom." She went to the waffle iron and began to put a waffle on her plate, when her sixth sense made her turn around and look at the two males sitting at the kitchen table. They were both staring at her. "What?" Gary looked back down at the table, but Ben looked his mother straight in the eye. "Uncle Gary and I discovered something we have in common." "Oh, really," Ulyssa smiled, as she poured a cup of coffee. "What's that?" This time both men sat staring at her again. Gary cleared his throat. "Ben told me that you told him about you and Lars." "He what?" Her white skin paled, and then reddened. "It sort of slipped out," Ben explained. "You know, three generations, and all that." "You both--?" Her flesh paled again. "Three generations? What did you do, compare notes?" "Hey, you told him about Dad, and not about—me." Gary said quietly. "I didn't mean to tell him, Gary," Lyssa whispered. "It just sort of--" "Slipped out?" Gary finished the sentence. "Oh, Jesus," Ulyssa moaned. "It was just—you know--" "Pillow talk," Ben finished her sentence. "Ben!" His mother and his uncle shouted at the same time. Benjamin broke into a wide grin. "Men, you always do more thinking with your dick than with your brains," Lyssa sighed, she rubbed her hands through Ben's hair. Then she turned toward her brother. "Do you remember the second semester you went off to college—the winter that Mom left?" "Do I ever," Gary said. "She was disappointed in Dad and in Suzanne and...uhh--" "Yeah, I know. She was especially disappointed in me." Lyssa took a sip of coffee. "I think that deep down inside she might have known." She reached for Ben's milk glass and poured a little into her coffee cup. "Anyway, with Gary and Suzanne both away at college— there were only me and Dad left at home." Then a smile crossed her face. "You know, I think I know what she saw in him all those years ago." Gary looked sharply at his sister, but he choked back his comment. "He cried for Mom every night for over a month. He cried when he thought no one would know. I didn't let on, because I knew he needed to grieve. I left him alone. Anyway, I knew that he needed something to take his mind off of her, so one night I just...sort of--" She paused. Both men in the kitchen had their eyes rivited to her. Subconsciously, Gary was holding his breath. "Uhh... climbed in bed with him," she finished her sentence. "Like I said, I learned what Mom saw in him, and I know where we got our... uhh... little quirks from." She saw Gary slowly let out his breath. "Funny thing is," she went on. "It only happened one time. He pretended like it never happened at all, and neither of us ever talked about it." "What if he had asked you again?" Gary queried. "I'd have gone to bed with him again." She gulped a large gulp of coffee, and looked at her brother's scowl. "C'mon, bro, I am who I am." Ben lifted his eyebrows, and blew out a soft whistle. "A month or so after Dad's funeral, I had a dream I've never ever told anyone about. In the dream, I woke up in his bed, next to him. He looked younger and more handsome than I ever remember him looking. And, yes, neither one of us had any clothes on. Although we were covered by the sheets and blankets, I knew that both of us were naked underneath." Even though she kept her voice soft, both men remained fascinated, literally fixated by her story. "Then Mom stuck her head in and said something to us—I really don't have any idea what she said—just something ordinary—you know, everyday stuff, but she wasn't upset over the two of us being in bed together. After she left, there was a French kiss between us—very slow and passionate. We came together on the bed, but I honestly don't remember any more. "Only that he was excited and happy to be with me. And, since I was aware that we'd just buried him, I too was thrilled to have him back." Lyssa paused again. "Like I said, I never told anybody about the dream, but since that time, I've decided that I can't be too hard on Lars's memory." "Jesus, Sis, three generations," Gary muttered. "Sometimes a girl just can't get enough family," Lyssa replied. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 34