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Mother's Thighs
by Obmuj (address withheld)

***

Jeff was a handsome 17-year-old virgin. He's a true 
one, as he has never even given in to the act of 
masturbation. (F/m-teen, ped, inc, 1st, rom)

***

His steps down the hallway, to his room were hurried, 
as he needed to urinate badly, and he entered his room, 
then stepped into the connecting bathroom. Jeff’s feet 
became rooted to the floor and he stopped dead in his 
tracks, as his eyes took in the sight of his mother, 
Ellen Eisen, standing nude, with her face covered by a 
towel, unaware her son was viewing her nudity. Ellen 
had a large bath towel in her hands, drying her hair 
and face, and had no idea her son was in her presence.

Jeff had come home early from school, as he needed to 
get things together before leaving on the team school 
bus later that afternoon. A junior on the Baltimore 
High School football team, and backup quarterback, Jeff 
was a natural born sports star. Tall, muscled more than 
some males on college football teams, with large hands 
to grip a football, and his dark hair seemed to glow it 
was so black. Even though Jeff was a sports star, 
exceptionally handsome, and with a smile that his 
mother once told him, he could melt a woman’s heart, he 
was not stuck up.

The 17-year-old boy was looking at his mother’s nude 
body and he was torn between walking away, and acting 
like he never saw her, or greet her and urinate as he 
had planned. Only a few moments had passed from the 
time, he entered the bathroom, and his urgent need to 
use the toilet. 

The need to release his urine was so strong, Jeff had 
no choice, and as he spoke to his mother, took his 
young manhood from his pants, and saying, "Hi mom, I’ve 
really got to go. Sorry, I didn’t know you were in my 
bathroom." With that being said, Jeff lifted the toilet 
seat, and immediately watched his urine splash in the 
toilet, then his eyes were looking into his mother’s 
eyes.

"WHAT, WHO? JEFF, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE HOME!" Ellen 
was so startled, she actually dropped the towel she was 
using to dry her hair and face with. Ellen’s breathing 
was heavy as she had been scarred by the sudden 
presence of her son. "Jeff, you shouldn’t have just 
walked in on me." Ellen looked at her son, as he was 
urinating, and she was shocked at the largeness his 
phallus. Ellen, bent over and retrieved the towel she 
had dropped in her fright.

As she reached for the towel, her eyes were level with 
the manly sized, no, she thought, his genitals are as 
large as his late father, the only man she’d seen nude. 
Standing up, Ellen wrapped the towel, around her body, 
but she saw her son’s eyes moving from her breasts to 
her pubic mound, and she felt fear. Not fear of someone 
or something hurting her, but an inner fear of sexual 
desperation as she was viewing a male organ for the 
first time in more than seven years. 

Recalling in her mind, the death of her husband, Barry, 
who died of cancer at the 33, Ellen thought for the 
first time since her wonderful husbands’ death, how 
much she missed the act of sex.

Ellen recalled how she had pledged to remain Barry’s 
wife for the remainder of her own life. Now at 36, 
Ellen was shocked in the feeling her reality of sexual 
needs. Neither dating nor giving another man any 
encouragement that she would accept a date, if asked, 
Ellen had remained married in total memory to the only 
man she had ever known sexually, with the exception of 
something she and Barry had experienced a couple of 
times, and what she called her inner intimacy. The 
thought of some other man’s penis entering her body, 
caused Ellen to recoil from such a thought, and she 
hadn’t wanted another man between her sleek thighs.

"Jeff, do you realize how ridiculous this seems, me 
naked as the day I was born, and you standing in front 
of me peeing?"

"Your cute mom, but I was about to pee in my pants, so 
I had to go, and seeing you nude, I hadn’t expected, 
but for once I’ve seen a nude female, and my first." 
Then Jeff was attempting to place his penis back into 
his levis. The sight once more of viewing his mother 
completely nude, and thinking of her comments, as he 
turned, caused his dick to become instantly erect, and 
as he was trying to stick his penis back inside his 
fly.

Ellen saw what her son was doing, and she started 
laughing, and as she did, the towel fell from around 
her body, once more allowing her son to view her nude 
form. "Honey, I can’t help laughing, but there is 
something perverse in you getting a boner on, from your 
seeing me in the buff." As she was chucking at her 
son’s attempt to place his erection in his pants, Ellen 
reached her hand out and patted Jeff’s right cheek, 
saying, "Girls must like you."

Then Ellen turned and walked from her son’s bathroom. 
Entering the master bedroom, Ellen thought of her 
decision to shower in her son’s bathroom, instead of 
her own, as Jeff had purchased a strong shower nozzle, 
on an eight-foot flexible hose. The jets of spray that 
came from the end of the shower head always made her 
muscles relax. Slipping on a bathrobe, Ellen walked 
down the hallway, stopped in front of her son’s bedroom 
door, and tapped lightly.

"Yeah, mom, come on in," Jeff answered her knock. When 
his mother was in his room, he asked, "What’s up, mom?"

"Just so you’re aware of why I was in your room, and 
using your shower, ii was because one day when I was 
cleaning your tub, I discovered how powerful the spray 
was from your shower head." "After that, I will 
sometimes use your shower, because it feels good to 
feel the strong spay of water it shoots out." "Today 
you came home early, and I really want to let you know, 
I don’t snoop in your room."

"No problem, mom, I would never consider for a minute 
that you would look through my stuff, but even if you 
do, it wouldn’t offend me." Then Jeff thought of 
viewing his mother’s nude, and told Ellen, "Anytime you 
wish to use my shower, jump in," Jeff was laughing at 
his mother being embarrassed, then added, "And I 
suppose I shouldn’t ask if I can watch you?" 

After saying that, Jeff busted up laughing, and told 
his mother, "You’re attractive, even if you are my 
mother, and I enjoyed seeing you without clothes." "By 
the way, mom, you should have seen how you jumped when 
I spoke to you."

"You know something, I might just have to kill you, 
you’re just like your father, always teasing and 
picking on me, but I enjoy it," Ellen laughed as she 
responded to her son’s comments. "Good luck on your 
game tonight, and by the way, how would you like to go 
with me tomorrow as I’ve decided to get a hot tub, like 
you’ve been wanting?"

"Thanks for the encouragement, and I hope I get to play 
at least five minutes tonight, as this is the third 
game of the season, and so far I’ve only played five 
minutes in the first two games." Jeff looked at his 
mother, and asked, "Are you serious, you’re getting a 
hot tub?"

"Yes, I can get one that has several jets, it only 
holds five people, but fit on the screened in back-
porch, and with the louvered windows, we can use it in 
the winter."

Ellen watched as her son started to undress, and was 
surprised that he had no problem in doing so. When he 
was down to his jockey briefs, Ellen could see he was 
still slightly erect. She smiled inwardly at the 
knowledge her son had become aroused at her body, and 
she kissed her son on his cheek. "I’m going to the game 
with Linda and Mark Davis, and we are leaving early, 
and stopping to eat on the way, and I can’t wait to see 
my big boy play tonight." 

Jeff was not aware that her reference to "a big boy" 
was not only to the size of his body, but she caught 
herself referring to the size of the manly object 
hanging down from his groin.

Leaving Jeff’s room, Ellen walked to her room, dressed, 
then drove to meet her friends at their home. Driving 
her drive to the Linda and Mark’s home, Ellen thought 
of viewing her son’s large manhood, and for the first 
time in more than seven years, Ellen was feeling a 
strange sexual urging between her thighs. 

How strange she thought, I viewed my own child’s sexual 
organ, and for what was only a short period of time, I 
feel like it has made my sexual instincts and desires 
for physical contact with a male to ignite.

During the first play of the second quarter of the 
game, Baltimore’s starting quarterback, Skip Wade, was 
hit hard as he was about to pass, by the Glenboro High 
School right guard, and when he didn’t get up, the 
medical and trainers ran out onto the field. Baltimore 
coach Dave Brown, was told his quarterback Wade, likely 
had a broken leg. Coach Brown called Jeff to him, and 
patting him on his shoulder pads, told Jeff, "Okay, 
Eisen, this is your chance, we’re down 14 to three, so 
give it you’re all, and I know you can lead us to a 
win, now go do it boy!"

Running onto the field, Jeff was nervous, and when he 
took command of the huddle, he called on Blake 
Underwood, the team’s fleet running back to take a 
handoff, telling him, "Get us six points," then cried 
out, "LET’S GO, TEAM!"

To the surprise of Jeff, and his coach, they watched as 
Blake took the smooth hand off and slipped through the 
Glenboro line, faked out the safety by stepping around 
him, carrying the ball 65 yards for a TD. The crowd 
went wild, including Ellen, who was watching her son 
run down the field to congratulate and hug Jeff for the 
great run.

By the end of the first half, the underdog Baltimore 
team was leading by seven points. The evening was 
perfect for Jeff, as if from somewhere, a deity was 
ensuring the second string quarterback made no moves on 
the field, that didn’t spell success for the team. When 
the game ended, Baltimore had won 48 to 26, and Jeff 
knew he would finish the season as a starter.

The next morning, Ellen padded down the hallway in her 
short robe, knocked on her son’s door, and softly told 
Jeff, "Okay, my hero, time to get up, as we will eat 
breakfast at the Omelette House, on the way to see 
about the tub." Then she went to the kitchen and got a 
glass of water from the water cooler.

Jeff had gotten out of bed, and walking in his briefs, 
followed his mother into the kitchen. One thing his 
mother always did when she got out of bed each morning, 
was to walk to the kitchen and get a drink of water. 

While Ellen was slightly bent over, holding the lever 
on the water dispenser, letting the cool water, fill 
the glass, Jeff moved silently behind her. With both of 
his index fingers pointing out, Jeff lightly jabbed 
them into his mother’s sides, and said, "BO!"

"OHHH, Jeff, you scarred me, and that is twice in two 
days," and turning toward her son, poured the partial 
glass of cool water on him, and jumping away, being 
laughing.

Jeff cried out when feeling the water run down his 
chest, on down across his stomach and the soak into his 
briefs, and then down his legs and onto the floor. 
Reaching out, he grabbed his mother and pulled her 
tightly into his arms. "I might just have to spank you, 
mother, instead of the other way around," and as he 
spoke his right hand lightly slapped across her left 
hip.

When Jeff grabbed his mother, his actions had caused 
her short robe to move up over her hips, and when his 
hand lightly made contact with her hip, he was feeling 
bare skin. Both Jeff and his mother felt the sudden 
personal touching of his hand on the skin of her naked 
hip, and each had a reaction that isn’t the same for 
the male species, as it is for the female gender. 

Jeff was feeling the skin of a female’s rounded globes 
that makes up her buttocks, while Ellen was feeling the 
pleasure a woman receives when a man she loves, touches 
her hips. For a few moments, Jeff allowed his hand to 
remain on the smooth skin of his mother’s hip, and 
finally moved it up and held it on his mother’s back.

The light touch, which Ellen had found she wanted it to 
last, gave her feelings that a mother should not have 
with her son. Yet, her needs had started to surface 
when she had observed her son’s penis when he was 
urinating, while she was nude yesterday. With no actual 
knowledge she was doing so, Ellen’s arms encircled her 
son, and she pressed her form tightly to him. 

Her legs had opened, and they were clamping around her 
own son’s left leg. When Ellen’s leg was wedged tightly 
between her son’s muscular and strong thighs, the 
evidence of her son being excited was obvious from the 
hard male object inside Jeff’s briefs.

Ellen had nothing on under the short robe, and Jeff was 
feeling his mother’s pubic hair against his upper leg, 
and he was certain the heat he was feeling from her 
body, was coming from her sex. Immediately Jeff felt 
his penis jerk, and within a brief span of time, he was 
fully erect. 

Jeff pressed the fully developed erection against his 
mother, he shuddered, and his ejaculation shot out 
three times from his teen manhood. Then Jeff’s 
ejaculation became a slow draining leak like feeling, 
allowing more of his male juices to seep into his 
briefs. His body would not stop its spasm of release, 
and Jeff felt the results of a woman, bringing down his 
virgin cum. "Mom, oh mom, I..."

Motherhood or not, Ellen knew what her son had just 
experienced from the contact of her nude and hair-
covered sex against his leg and phallus. Feeling her 
son getting off, three times, and then as if he was 
peeing, his cum was leaking more of his juices. The 
warm wetness of her son’s cum soaked briefs, pushing 
against her mound, caused Ellen to climax, and she 
needed to hold her son tightly in he arms, or she would 
have fallen. 

Her body hung limply in her own son’s arms, and she 
sobbed, out, "Oh my gawd  Jeff, I feel you. This is so 
wrong, but so wonderful. I-I’m cumming! Gawd I’m 
cuming." Then in no time, tears started to fall from 
Ellen’s eyes, as she felt the first sexual release 
since her husband passed away more than seven years 
previously.

For two or three minutes, neither mother nor son moved. 
Finally Ellen eased from her son’s arms, and turning, 
spoke softly, "Jeff, I’m sorry, that shouldn’t have 
happened, I apologize."

"Mom, it wasn’t your fault, I started it," and as he 
spoke, moved forward and once more was holding his 
mother in his arms. This time, Jeff was standing behind 
his mother, and his large arms pulled her hips against 
his groin, and he allowed his chin to rest on her right 
shoulder. "Mother, that was my very first time, to go 
off, I don’t even touch myself, you know what I mean, 
don’t you?"

Ellen was taken back, as she realized her son had just 
told her, he had never masturbated, but had gone off 
for his first time - she had gotten his virgin cum. 
"Jeff that is the first time I have gone off since I 
did with your father."

Who lead the other into the living room and onto the 
large sofa, is unknown between them, but they soon were 
laying side by side on the sofa. Neither spoke, and 
neither caressed the other, they simply lay side-by-
side, hold the other in their arms. Ellen felt the need 
to reach down and take her son’s hard manhood into her 
hand and ease it into her body’s hot sexual core, but 
refrained from taking the relationship she had just 
experienced with her son, to that of incest.

Jeff was unable to describe to himself the feelings 
that had passed through his body as he let down his 
first cum. Over the years, Jeff had known he had wet 
dreams, the times he had touched his erection, he would 
stop before he would start jacking-off. 

Now that he had emptied himself in his shorts, he 
wanted to remove them and feel his mother’s hair-
covered sex pressing against his penis. Jeff moved his 
hand down, and found his mother’s hips were not covered 
by the robe, and he cupped it in his hand, and when the 
top of her robe had opened he didn’t know, but he could 
feel the pointed hard points of her breast against his 
chest. Jeff shot his cum once more, and cried out, "I’m 
cumming again!"

They lay together for more than an hour, and mother and 
son had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, and when 
Ellen awoke, she found her hand inside her son’s 
briefs. The wet thick cum was cool on her hand as she 
was gripping her son’s soft manhood, and she eased her 
hand out from his briefs. Ellen had not realized that 
during her sleep, she had searched out her son’s penis.

Waking her son by the removing of her hand, Jeff looked 
at his mother, and knew she had been holding his penis. 
He wasn’t aware when she had taken him in her hand, but 
he wished she hadn’t released him. "Mom, I love you, 
you are wonderful," Jeff said in a whisper to his 
mother. He knew, as did his mother, they weren’t to 
been so intimate with each other, but this was their 
secret. And he determined it was something he wanted 
more of.

Looking in the eyes of her son, Ellen Eisen, she 
thought, you’re 36-years-old, and you have allowed 
something to develop that should never have happened. 
The look she saw in her son’s eyes told her that unless 
she was extremely guarded in the future, the 
relationship with her son would take a major turning 
point that should not happen between a parent and 
child, yes between a mother and her son. INCEST. The 
thought hit her like a ton of bricks falling onto her. 
Her body shook when she heard her son speaking to her.

"Mom, can we shower together, I want to see you again, 
and I know it isn’t supposed to happen, but after what 
we have shared, at least let me have that, please mom?"

"I won’t invite you into the shower with me, but if you 
get in with me, I won’t stop you, but I can’t bring 
myself to tell you that it’s all right." Thinking to 
herself that will give me some degree of 
respectability, and not be an attempt to seduce my own 
child. Then it dawned on Ellen that is exactly she will 
be doing if she doesn’t stop the intimacy that had 
suddenly developed between her and her son.

Rising from the sofa, Ellen walked into her bedroom, 
removed her robe and hung it on the back of the door of 
the master bath, and turned on the shower. Ellen did 
not look behind her, as she could look to see if her 
son was making their relationship more intimate than it 
already was. Stepping into the shower stall, and 
reaching out to close the door behind her, Ellen felt 
her hand close over her son’s. Saying nothing, she 
stepped under the spraying water, keeping her back 
toward her son.

Ellen felt her son washing her shoulders and back, and 
she knew he had taken the bottle of liquid soap, and 
was using it to cleanse her body. Standing deathly 
still, she felt his hands moved down and wash her tight 
buttocks, and when his fingers eased between her hips, 
she submitted to the intimate touching of his fingers 
as they brushed across her anus. His finger tip probed 
briefly at her puckered ring, then Ellen knew he had 
kneeled down and her son was washing the back of her 
legs, then her feet.

Using his strong hands, Jeff turned his mother so she 
was facing him, and squirting more liquid soap in his 
hands, commenced washing the front of his mother’s 
calves, then her thighs. Jeff watched in surprise as 
his mother opened her thighs, and his hands were 
washing between her legs, his hands moved upward until 
the side of his hands were bumping against her sex. 

Applying more lotion to his hands, Jeff once more was 
washing between the smooth and firm thighs of his 
mother. Then he was washing the hair-covered vulva of 
his mother, and his fingers were exploring within the 
entrance of her womanhood, but not deeper, as he wasn’t 
certain how fall he should explore, and partly in fear 
of what his actions could lead to.

Her body was on fire with need, and she wanted her son 
to press the issue, and push his fingers into her hot 
sex. It had been so long, since the love of her life 
had suddenly died, she was left without the means to 
bring satisfaction to her strong sexual urges. Now her 
son was looking at her sex, and his fingers were 
padding around in the edge, and when he stood and 
started to wash her breast, she felt betrayed by her 
emotions.

Ellen remained quite, but reached and took the liquid 
soap in her hands and she squirted a large glob of the 
liquid soap in her right hand. Reaching down, took the 
rigid teen penis of her own son in her grip, and 
commenced stroking the thick male organ. 

Having no thought that her motherly instincts were 
telling her she shouldn’t be so intimately with her 
son, Ellen could only feel her child was about to 
ejaculate. Jeff moaned, as his semen splashed against 
his mother’s pubic hair. Ellen was holding the erupting 
penis, so her son’s male substance, generated from the 
very depth of his body, shot from his pulsating and 
convulsive organ, and landed on her massive growth of 
hair.

The sexual experience Ellen had from her marriage, 
allowed knew her to understand that her son was 
undergoing the male equivalent of a female orgasm, as 
the involuntary muscular contractions of his penis were 
sudden and violent, and she felt his strong arms wrap 
around her back to support him.

Since her husband, Barry, had died, Ellen had neither 
trimmed nor shaved any of the hair growing on the fatty 
mons above her vagina, and it was thick and grew along 
the edges of her labia, then spread out onto her upper 
thighs. Just a few days before, Ellen had thought of 
trimming the thick growth, as was thinking if she 
bought a hot tub, she would need to shave or the hair 
would show out the sides of her bathing suit.

"Jeff, I hope you never reveal to anyone what we have 
done today, as it would mean trouble for me, and 
possibly you as well." Looking at her youthful son, 
Ellen told her child, "We have touched on the fringes 
of incest, and I’m certain you understand it’s 
considered the worst of taboos people can engage in, 
don’t you?"

"Yes, I know that we aren’t supposed to be intimate 
with each other, but that was the most wonderful thing 
I have ever felt, mom, I will never tell what we have 
done, I promise."

Listening as her son went on to describe the feeling, 
he received from her jacking-off his erection, was such 
a terrific experience, and he was amazed at how much he 
had shot from his penis. "Mom, you aren’t upset with me 
are you," Ellen heard her son ask, and instead of a 
verbal reply, she simply gave his shrunken teenage 
manhood several small strokes, and almost immediately 
she felt her son starting to grow in her hand.

Smiling at her son, she whispered in a sultry voice, 
"We best get out of this intimate setting, or we may 
end up in my bed, and that would be the final act of 
degradation between us. Jeff, if we as mother and son, 
allows this to occur, and immediately after that should 
happen, we would roast in Hell, or so they naysayer 
says." 

Thinking of how to ask her son, how he felt about what 
they had just shared, Ellen asked, "Jeff, does incest 
scare you, or make you uncomfortable, or can you keep 
what we did between the two of us, always?"

"There would be nothing negative from me, it I was to 
sleep with you, even if you are my mother." "My 
attitude would not be one of abasement, and instead of 
depriving me of my self-esteem, my esteem would be 
higher than I could even imagine, even more than what I 
received in winning the game last night."

For Ellen, the mother, she understood how important 
winning the football game meant to her son. He was 
comparing the greatest thing that happened to him so 
far in life, and it would be less than he would find in 
bedding her. "What say we get dressed, go have 
breakfast, then buy that hot tub?"

Ellen allowed Jeff to take her to breakfast in the 57 
Chevy that had belonged to Barry, and with the top down 
on the warm and sunny fall morning, she noted close her 
son resembled his father. The last time she had ridden 
in the car, was a month before Barry had died, and he 
wanted one last ride in his pride and joy. 

During the intervening years since Barry had passed 
away, Ellen would allow Jeff to start the car, and let 
it run, and after he had obtained his driver’s permit 
license, she had permitted him to drive the few blocks 
away, and fill it with gasoline. Now she was looking at 
the male in her life, and she knew a strange feeling of 
lust and fear, combined into the desire to take him 
between her thighs. 

To herself, Ellen asked, "What would it be like, having 
Jeff enter me, and to feel him stroking deep into my 
body, if my son assumed the role of my lover?" Perhaps 
I should see Dr. Helen, as her friend, Helen Wilson, 
could prescribe a prescription fro birth control. Then 
her thoughts were interrupted, as Jeff was speaking to 
her.

"Mom, do you know this car is worth $75,000 or more, is 
it really mine?" Jeff glanced over at his mother, 
seeing she was in some deep thought, reaching over with 
his hand, placed it on her leg, not covered in the 
white shorts she was wearing. "Mom, did you hear me?"

"Yes, Jeff, but I was day dreaming, and no, I didn’t 
realize the car’s value." "Your father always said it 
was worth enough, I could sell it and live on the 
proceeds for at least two years." 

Ellen realized her son had become overly familiar in 
they’re short, and what assuredly was leading into a 
full incestuous relationship. Realizing her son felt 
comfortable in placing his hand on her bare upped leg, 
or was it only an action to get her attention in his 
speaking of the ‘57 Chevy’s value. His hand traveled 
slightly upward and was now touching to where her 
shorts stopped below the junction of her legs.

Ellen saw they had reached the Omelette House 
restaurant, and she saw the careful way Jeff pulled 
into the parking lot, and searching, found a parking 
spot where he knew no one would bang into the beautiful 
car. They entered the restaurant, and found a twenty 
minute wait, unless they wished to be seated at the 
counter. 

They chose the counter, and several times during their 
eating breakfast, Ellen felt her son’s leg bump hers. 
The waitress knew Jeff, and she smiled and flirted with 
him, speaking of how he had won the football game last 
night.

"No way, the team did it, not just myself, Sandi, and I 
would like you to meet my girlfriend, sometimes known 
as Mom." Then Jeff, seeing his mother was embarrassed, 
told Sandi, she can be my girlfriend any time she lets 
me drive the "57."

"That was you in the convertible, oh Jeff, take me a 
ride in it sometime, please, tell him to take me for a 
ride in his car, please, Mrs. Eisen, please tells him 
to?"

Hearing Jeff, call the cute girl, Sandi, Ellen smiled, 
and said, "Jeff, I think you have a fan, and perhaps he 
can take you a ride some day, Sandi."

After eating, they drove to the pool and spa store. 
After looking at the hot tub, Ellen, had previously 
spoken to Jeff about, that held five people, they 
looked until Jeff found one that was half again the 
price of the one she had planned on purchasing. Jeff 
explained that it would seat eight people, but it had a 
place where two people could stretch out side-by-side, 
and Ellen smiled inwardly, knowing he was thinking of 
them laying together in the tub.

After speaking with the sales lady, Ellen decided to 
purchase the one that Jeff had spoken about. Obtaining 
the necessary information of what would be necessary to 
hook up the hot tub, she informed the sales lady, that 
it would be necessary for her to have a plumber come to 
her house and install the necessary items to hook up 
the water, a drain she wanted in the even she wanted to 
empty the tub, and an electrician for the electrical 
wiring.

Two weeks later, the work was completed on preparing 
for delivery of the hot tub, and Ellen arranged for 
delivery on Friday, preceding the Baltimore homecoming 
game. Ellen knew that Jeff would not likely see the hot 
tub when he got home from school, and that way, it 
would be ready on Saturday morning for them to get into 
the heated, and swirling water, for the first time.

For the past three weeks, no sexual like contact had 
occurred between mother and son, and Ellen had also 
seen Dr. Helen, and explained she might start dating 
once more. After a complete physical examination, the 
doctor suggests Ellen take the shot, rather than the 
pill. Her cycle was just right, and she was able to 
have the shot after her exam.

Driving home, Ellen wondered out loud as she drove, 
"What will happen if I allow my son to have sex with 
me, and what is more important, will he develop some 
sort of a mental problem from our being intimate?" Do I 
dare even consider allowing my son to take me, take me 
like the woman who for the past seven years has 
remained chaste? 

The idea of incest, was not remotely loathing, in her 
mind set, instead, Ellen at 36-years-of-age, thought 
how she had given her own child, her son, his first 
cum, and she wandered what it would be like for him to 
feel her sex open when he shoved his overly man-sized 
penis in her. The time when she was holding him, and 
then on the sofa as they lay together, then Ellen 
jacked-off her son’s teenage boner.

The strong feelings of sexual emotions were intensely 
irrational from the normal beliefs and devotions she 
held for Jeff, but from deep in her inner self, the 
concupiscence feeling toward her child, became a heated 
need. "Can I really undress and be nude before my son, 
and if I do, there will be doubt, I will take him 
between my heated loins, gawd, am I unfit," Ellen asked 
out loud of herself?

Ellen felt her body become tense, as she considered 
having sex once more, and she recalled how she had 
always allowed her passions to rule her sexual outlet. 
Barry had often told her she was evidently the wildest 
woman on the block, if not the whole town, when she 
gave her body to him. The act of sex, the physical 
aspect of sex, would cause Ellen to cry out, and her 
arms and legs would be frail in all directions at times 
when she reached the pinnacle her release. 

Ellen recalled how many times when she would climax, 
and she would have uncontrollable bouts of crying and 
sobbing because of the strong orgasms that tore through 
her body. On more than one occasion, Barry had 
threatened to take her to Europe, and having she become 
a prostitute that adorned one of the windows, the 
customers strolling the streets chose, as he wanted to 
hide in the room and hear what some other man thought 
when she cried out.

On two separate vacations, they had engaged in 
swinging, and each time, it had been a threesome with 
another man. The first time was with a married man who 
was on a business trip and staying in the hotel they 
were in. He was a robust size man, and he wasn’t as 
endowed in the sexual department as Barry, but he could 
go for ten to fifteen minutes before going off. Ellen 
was taken three times by the man that night, and twice 
by Barry, and after the man left, her husband rode her 
for what must have been a half hour.

The second time she and Barry engaged in swinging, were 
on a business trip they had taken to Chicago, and as 
they both owned their company, and worked together, 
they had traveled to the Windy City. The final night of 
the trip, they attended a private meal and the private 
dinning room overlooked the city. 

They were seated next to one of the guest, who was a 
handsome and personality plus, large black retired 
sports star. They enjoyed speaking together, and after 
the dinner, the three of them decided to continue the 
evening over cocktails in the lobby lounge.

Ellen was never certain how they decided to party, but 
Barry always said she had asked the black man if he’d 
like to share intimate time with them, and did he 
understand what she had asked. There was no doubt that 
somehow the black man had understood, and that night 
she was taken over and over, and he was absolutely 
brutal, in his driving his black organ into her body. 

The one thing, making the evening memorable for Ellen, 
was viewing the dark phallus of the man. Even now, 
Ellen still believed it was so dark, it appeared to be 
iridescent purple, in extremely brilliant and lustrous 
pigmentation of color.

When Barry wasn’t enjoying the feeling of his thick and 
large penis, driving in and out of her sex, and feeling 
the thick loads of cum from the black man, he was 
dumping his own cream into her body. Barry had said 
that the two of them had ridden her ten times, from 
around eleven in the evening until nearly five the 
following morning. 

Ellen knew she had never experienced such sexual 
rutting before, and her labia and mons were bruised 
from the hard pounding the large black man had given 
her. Even her husband, her dear Barry, had driven his 
thick stalk deep into her, he had also pounded his 
pubic bone so hard against her sex, she wanted to 
strike his face.

For three days, after the long night of sex, the area 
surrounding her sexual opening was so sore, Ellen had 
trouble even allowing the pressure of her pantyhose to 
press against her mons and labia, and she had to wear 
thigh high stockings.

The delivery crew brought the hot tub just a few 
minutes after Jeff had left for school the day of his 
school’s homecoming game. Installing the unit took most 
of the morning, as it required they dismantle it into 
sections to get it through the doorway on the back 
porch. Once it was installed, and the water was 
entering the tub, the one man who was installing the 
unit, commented how he thought putting the large water 
line in for filling the tub was a terrific idea. It was 
another fifteen minutes before the tub was full, the 
heater turned on, and checking to ensure everything 
worked as they were supposed to do.

While waiting for the water to fill, Ellen had fixed 
cups of coffee for the men and herself, and served them 
some Danish. The one workman, Ted, asked, "Are you by 
chance related to the Baltimore quarterback?"

Feeling pride in knowing someone was asking of her son, 
Ellen replied, "Yes, he is my son, and even though he 
picked out this unit, he is not aware it is being 
installed today, as he is all hyped about the 
homecoming game this evening."

"I’ll tell you, he is the best quarterback Baltimore 
has ever had, and he throws that ball like a pro, he’s 
the best!"

After the men left, Ellen was tempted to undress and 
slip into the hot tub, as she watched the water running 
from the jets. The one man had told her to let it run 
until the water was warm and the chemicals were mixed 
so it was safe. 

"No," Ellen, spoke out loud, "I want to share it with 
Jeff, his first time." Even being alone, her comment 
caused her to be embarrassed, as she had meant "his 
first time" to reflect in the tub, and yet she knew 
deep in her heart, if he wanted her, she would not help 
nor hinder Jeff to take her.

The game was close, and neither offense could cross the 
other’s goal line. For the 58-minutes, the defense on 
both teams would not give up a touchdown, then with 
just under 2-minutes left in the game, Jeff found he 
was leading his team down the field. The game clock 
showed 1-minute and 12-seconds left in the game, and 
Baltimore was only 25-yards from a touchdown, and had 
just made a first-down.

Jeff, knowing he could win the game, in the next few 
plays, Jeff, heard his left-end, who had just carried 
the play in from the coach, to do a hand-off to the 
tail back, up the center. As Jeff started the count, he 
saw the defense move for a blitz, and he called an 
audible, and sent his tight-end out long. As the blitz 
rushed him, Jeff took three, then four steps back, and 
throw a perfect pass to his tight-end, now running at 
the 3-yard line.

Senior tight-end Junior Mason, who had not caught a 
pass all night, reached out, and his hands caught the 
ball, and crossing the goal line all alone, gave the 
Baltimore team a 6 - 0 lead, and with less than a 
minute to play. The extra point was good, and the 
Baltimore fans watched as the extra point attempt split 
the goal post. 

The Baltimore defense held the opponents for the next 
four plays, and with only 4-seconds to play, Jeff took 
the ball from the center, and simply fell onto the 
ground. Baltimore won their homecoming game, and Jeff’s 
coach, in the locker room heaped praise on his quick 
thinking quarterback.

The team all stopped at the local hangout, and it was 
nearly 2:00 A. M. When Jeff, walked into the house, and 
found his mother sleeping on the sofa. Looking at his 
mother, Jeff could see she was wearing a short gown, 
and as he looked at her, Ellen stirred, and as she 
moved, her legs curled up so she was in a fetal 
position on the sofa.

Standing next to the sofa, Jeff reached out and lightly 
tapped his mother on her shoulder, telling her, "Mom, 
I’m sorry for being late, but you should get up and go 
to bed."

The touch had awakened Ellen, and as her eyes opened, 
she saw her handsome 17-year-old son telling her it was 
time to go to bed. Reaching her hand out, Ellen caught 
her son’s hand in hers, and pulled her self up from the 
sofa. Paying no attention to how her legs unfolded, and 
allowed the sleeping gown to rise above her thighs, 
Ellen did not consider that her panties were visible to 
her son’s gazing at the area between her inner legs.

After standing, Ellen reached out and hugged and told 
her son, "You were perfect tonight, and everyone was 
telling me what a great job you did as the star of the 
game." "We all stopped at Murphy’s Irish Pub, for 
drinks after the game, and you would have thought I had 
thrown that pass, the way I was praised by what you had 
done." 

Then Ellen remembered, "Come with me, I want to show 
you something." Ellen, lead her son out onto the porch, 
and their was a hot tub, with a slight mist of steam 
raising from the water, as the cool fall night air was 
making a slight fog like mist over the tub’s warm 
water. The soft blue lights in the bottom of the tub, 
and along the sides, gave the water a welcoming sight 
to Jeff.

"Mom, can we get in," and as he spoke, Jeff was 
removing his clothes, and as she watched, Ellen saw her 
son become nude in less than a half-minute?

Looking at Jeff, Ellen simply pulled the short gown 
over her head, and then eased her panties down over her 
legs. The climbed into the hot tub, one on each side, 
and as if they were part of a team, both eased into the 
water at the same time. They moved to the wide bench 
which they had found to be one of the main reasons for 
purchasing this particular hot tub.

Jeff pulled his mother into his arms, and the move 
wasn’t meant to be sexual in nature, but just a 
movement of thanking her and wanting to hold her for 
being with him. Ellen allowed her body to be pulled 
against the large chest of her son, and without any 
direction on her part, her right hand fell down and was 
laying over his growing erection. Her hands, had its 
own idea, and the fingers on Ellen’s right hand, were 
soon attempting to encircle the thick, and now firm 
manhood of her son.

For several minutes, the thought that she was the 
mother of the boy whose erections she was holding, was 
assuredly becoming excited in wanting more than a 
simple gripping of the penis she was holding.

Jeff moved his hands and one cupped her breast, while 
the other was touching between the legs, and finding 
the warm and willing sex hidden between his mother’s 
thighs. Standing up in the water, Jeff moved until he 
was able to step from the hot tub. Then he assisted his 
mother to move up and out of the tub, also.

Nothing was spoken, and they moved over to the large 
glider a few feet from the hot tub, and Jell spread a 
large beach towel on the seat of the glider. Ellen lay 
back, and made no sign of resistance on her part of 
what she knew was about to occur. Laying back on the 
glider, with one leg hanging down over the edge of the 
glider, and her foot resting on the porch floor, her 
body was open to her son.

Jeff paused only long enough to view the image of the 
sexual goddess spread out before him, then he was 
moving, then nestled on top of the woman who was 
waiting him to take her. The woman, who had born him, 
was now ready to receive his manly erection into her 
female core. He moaned out, no actual words, but his 
penis found the warm and wet opening between his 
mother’s legs, and yet he could not in his 
inexperience, get his thick manhood’s head to part the 
gapping liquid gap before him.

Ellen reached down, and her hand guided the massive 
thickness to the exact center, at the point where her 
labia awaited the first penetration by a stiff erection 
in more than seven years. "UMMM, OHHHH, YESSS, OH JEFF, 
YESSS," Ellen sobbed out in complete release as the 
firm stalk moved completely into her clinging sex, and 
it finally reached as deep as it could probe. 

There was a slight discomfort, as even her husband had 
not reached into her sex as deep as she felt her son 
had moved into her in one shove. There was no 
preliminary in and out moves, Jeff in his lack of 
knowledge of sex, had simply shoved into the hot and 
wet opening, and then pressed tightly against the fatty 
mons.

"OHHHH, MOMMMMYYYYY, OH I’M IN YOU, AUGHHHHH, IT’S 
HAPPENING MOTHER!" With his first time to enter the 
body of a woman, in that of a sexual joining, Jeff had 
shoved deep into the hot and central female core of a 
woman, and when he was fully incased in the tightly 
gripping sex, he emptied his cum deep in the womb of 
the woman, his mother. The smooth thighs of his mother 
were wrapped around his legs, and Ellen had them 
secured tightly around her son, by crossing her ankles, 
ensuring her son did not remove himself from her body.

"Lay on me, just stay in me, and try to stroke in and 
out just a slight amount, and you will stay hard," 
Ellen whispered at her son. She had a few tears in her 
eyes, as she had felt the stalk of a man, even if it 
was that which belonged to a teenage boy, and her own 
child. "Oh, Jeff, I loved feeling you enter me, and 
then knowing I was getting your manly cream, oh Jeff, 
I’m coming, JEFF, I’M CUMMING! AUGH! YESSS!"

For the first time in her life, Ellen had reached an 
orgasm with a man, and he was simply buried deep into 
her soul, not just her body, but deep in her soul. Then 
she felt her son becoming firm, and then he was making 
small strokes, and she knew her son was inexperienced, 
but he was going to take her like a man, and fill her 
once more with his sperm filled semen, and she cried 
out once more in release.

They moved from the glider on the porch, and up to 
Ellen’s bedroom, and they were soon, and they echoed 
each others climax. The night turned into morning, and 
they lay entangled in each others arms and legs. The 
clock said noon, when the phone rang, and...

When Jeff next woke, he found that he was being 
masturbated lightly by his mother’s hand, and he was 
hard, and he moved so he was once more laying between 
the firm and silky thighs of his parent. This time, 
Jeff knew the way to enter the sex that was awaiting 
his firm penis, and as he slowly moved back and forth 
in the tight sex of his mother, Jeff finally had 
reached the depth he could reach.

"Jeff, you are so thick and so long, gawd, even your 
father wasn’t as long as you, oh gawd my son, fuck me, 
yeah, fuck me like that. Uaugh! You’re so deep! I'm 
getting it! Auhhhhh!" 

Ellen was beyond caring how her words sounded, she was 
being made a woman after waiting for seven years, and 
she knew that her life was now worthwhile. How long it 
would last between her and her son, Ellen didn’t care, 
he was giving her what she had denied herself for so 
long. Then she cried out, "Jeff, you can have me 
whenever you want me, just take me, I’m ready again!"

After Jeff went off, they walked to the hot tub and 
climbed in, and after ten minutes, they got out of the 
flowing water, and took a shower together. They 
dressed, and Jeff drove then to a restaurant for a much 
needed meal. After leaving the restaurant, Jeff looked 
at his mother, and asked her, "Mom, did I do it like 
the way you like?"

For the time they had together before Jeff went to 
college, and even after that, they would enjoy the sex 
between themselves. Jeff met a lovely girl during his 
junior year in college, and he asked his mother if she 
would object if he married, Rene’? They were married 
during the last quarter of his senior year. The weekend 
before he and Rene’ were married, he enjoyed sex with 
his mother all weekend.

For Ellen, the time to curtail the sexually and 
incestuous relationship with her son, needed to end, 
and the pending marriage of her son and Rene’ was the 
perfect reason to stop their wonderful times together. 
At the wedding, Ellen met a man who was the uncle of 
Rene’, Uncle Barton, and they were married a year 
later, and took a cruise to Europe and back. 

When Barton asked if she had remained true to the 
memory of her ex-husband, as Rene’ had told her family, 
she smiled and simply replied, "Yes, I kept my memories 
close and personal, but I don’t wish to say more, is 
that all right with you, my love?"

END

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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.
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