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(m-teen/F, nc, rp, inc, drugs, preg) *** Helen Baxter was nervous about seeing the doctor. She would not normally have gone to see him, especially as she was not ill as such, but she was worried and nervous all the time. She sat in front of him, and explained that she had not been sleeping well since her husband had shipped off for Iraq. She was worried about him, and refused to watch the evening news, and she lay awake at nights, waiting for the phone to ring with news. The doctor knew that for a first time war wife like Helen, these anxious moments would continue for the first few weeks of her husband's deployment. Once he was away longer, or if he did a second tour, then she would be less worried on a day to day basis, once she realized that there was nothing she could do to make the days go faster. He gave her a prescription for sleeping tablets, and recommended that she come back and see him in a month. Helen went home, and made dinner for her son, Jeff, who was a good looking 14 year old. They watched some shows on the TV, and then they went to bed, Helen taking a pill before she went to sleep. When Helen woke up in the morning, she felt rested for the first time in weeks. The next night, she again took a pill, and again awoke rested. This pattern continued for some time. After about a week, Helen woke up, but now she felt worn out, and her legs and stomach ached. At first, Helen was not worried about these odd symptoms, but as the week continued, and she continued to wake up sore and tired, with aching limbs, stomach, abdomen and even her breasts began to ach. She got worried again and went back to see her doctor. She explained the new symptoms, and he was perplexed. The symptoms she described did not occur with these pills, they were quite common sleeping pills, and had been tried and tested for over a decade. Never had he ever heard of these symptoms before. After some thought, he switched her prescription to a completely different line of pills, with different drugs involved. Helen went home, and took her new pills. She again slept through the night, but woke with tired limbs, a sore abdomen, and sore breasts! She immediately went back to her doctor, and explained everything again. "Really Mrs. Baxter, these symptoms you describe should not be occurring with either of these drugs! Let along for both of them! Let me take a sample of your blood and I will call you tomorrow. In the mean time, I want you to stop taking any form pills. Just try to sleep naturally tonight!" Helen went home again, and when night time came, she went to bed and did not take her pills. Strangely enough, she managed to drop off to sleep within a few minutes, and slept for a good while, more than she had before taking the pills. About midnight, however, she awoke to a strange sound. Her door had opened, and someone was entering her room. Half drowsy, she turned, but before she could react or speak, her son Jeff had slipped naked into bed with her! In a matter of seconds, Jeff was on top of her, pushing up her night dress, and inserting his penis into her vagina! Oh good, no, she suddenly realized why she had been sore all these nights! It was not the pills, he was raping her in her sleep! Helen screamed, and Jeff, realizing that his mother was awake, bolted from the room. Helen jumped out of bed, chasing after him, but he made it to his room, and bolted the door, throwing the chair under the handle to stop her. Helen threw herself against the door, repeatedly screaming in rage, but she was a slight women, and the door was strong, and she just kept bouncing off it until she felt her shoulder was going to fall off. Instead, Helen just started weeping, falling to the floor beside his door, begging him to tell her why he had done it to her. After a couple of hours of pleading with her son to open his door and speak to her, Helen finally gave up, and went back to her own room, locking her own door for the first time ever, and putting a chair under it's handle as well. Neither party spoke to the other for several days, in fact, they both remained in their respective rooms, only coming out to grab some food hurriedly, and then run back to their bunker to hide from the other. Helen telephoned in sick to work. In fact, she was feeling physically sick, as well as mentally sick, so she was justified in her claim that she was beyond work at the moment. She did not know what Tom was doing about school, and she did not care. When the school telephoned on the first day that he had not come in, she gave them an excuse, on the second, she gave an either more lame excuse, then on the third, she just told them she did not care. On the fourth day, Helen left the house to see the doctor again. She was vomiting now, and wanted some answers. The doctor however was looking at her like something that had crawled out from under a rock. And when she tried to describe her latest symptoms, he shut he down straight away! "Mrs. Baxter, I know that you war wives get lonely, but really, wasting my time on your idiotic attempts to hide your condition! And really, how long has your husband been gone, two months! You must have either found his replacement the day after he left, or close to it! You disgust me!" "How dare you talk to me like that! What do you mean!" "Your aching muscles! Caused by the drugs! Well, when your having rough and active sex every night, your muscles will ache! And if your going to fool around whilst your husband is gone, use protection! The pain in your groin is because you have the clap, and the vomiting you have just described is common in women four weeks pregnant!" The clap! Pregnant, oh god, the little bastard had given her VD and gotten her pregnant whilst she slept! She was going to kill him when she got home, even if she had to buy an axe on the way home! But Helen could not tell the doctor that she was pregnant with the child of her own son, or that he had infected her. Instead, he gave her a prescription for the VD, and the address of a clinic who would help her out. He also suggested she get an abortion straight away, before her neighbors found out she was pregnant and told her husband. He then asked her to leave and find herself a new doctor since he no longer wanted to be her treating doctor! Helen slunk out of the consulting rooms, and hurried home to confront her son. But when she got there, she found he had emptied some clothes into a bag, taken a couple of hundred dollars they had hidden for emergencies from behind a book, and was gone. *** Helen had the abortion, and got her VD dealt with, all the time worried about her son, who had dropped off the face of the earth. Several weeks went by, and she had to admit to the school that he had run away, blaming the fact on her husband being overseas and them having a fight. She told no one what the fight was about. The police got a missing persons report, and she asked them not to tell her husband, as she did not want him to worry in Iraq. After about a month, Jeff was picked up stealing from a store downtown. He appeared in court, and Helen had to appear and vouch that he would be living at home, despite the fact that she was worried about what might happen. But she did not want him going into care, and the judge gave him a one year bond to be voided if he left home. On the way home, they drove in silence, but Helen made a stop at the VD clinic. Jeff looked at her. "You gave me the clap, so go inside and get yourself tested, now!" she hissed, the first recognition between them about what had happened. "I can't go inside, they know I had the clap, and if you have the same strain, and they know I'm your mother, then what do you think they'll conclude. So just walk in and get some medicine for it!" Jeff was silent whilst they drove home. When they got there, he went straight to his room, and Helen went to hers, and they both looked their doors again that night. For the next two weeks, Helen and her son shared a house but barely talked to each other, Jeff went to school again, Helen was at work, and at night, they ate alone in their rooms, and went to bed with the doors locked. *** Helen was starting to feel the strain of this relationship. Being married to a professional soldier, she had always been ready to move house every few years, to have few friends, and to only see her husband sporadically. Instead, as many such women did, she had invested a lot of time in her relationship with her son, and she felt betrayed by his actions. Jeff had not only been her son, and a major part of her life, he had been her best friend! Now, they barely talked beyond grunts, and they never made eye contact anymore. The worst of it was, that she entered her sixth month of separation from her husband, she knew that she was entering what other wives called the long stretch of the tour, when the end seemed as far away as the beginning. She attended the wives meetings held by the local women's association, and many of the more experienced wives spoke of how this was the time when they felt the most vulnerable. She had been warned to remain on the look out for the creeps, as the wives called them, men who preyed on war wives. They would come out and approach her at the local supermarket, near the base when she went for a briefing, anywhere where they might expect a lonely, worried war wife to appear. They wanted to get in her pants, she had been told. They wanted a quick, no trouble affair, and then, when her husband reappeared, they would disappear, leaving her with the guilt and the worry that she might be pregnant or have the clap, or that she might have been seen and someone might have told her husband, and he was coming home angry and all pent up with rage against her. It was like AA, she realized. They gave her a bunch of telephone numbers, of other wives, to ring if she ever got the urge to go out and find someone. She was supposed to ring them, and be talked out of getting herself into trouble. But how could she tell them that she had already been pregnant, and had the clap, since her husband deployed. And when they said that her son could be her greatest support, and that she should lean on his shoulders, she almost burst out laughing. Trust that bastard near her when she was vulnerable! Never! But here she was, month six, and she was horny and nervous. She still looked her door at night, but often she lay awake, looking at the ceiling, thinking about having a man between her legs. Oh god, another six months. Her husband would get a furlough in that period of cause, or she could fly to Italy or Greece and have a furlough with him there, if she could find the money! But what she really wanted right now was a cock in her mouth and between her legs! She heard Jeff going down the corridor, to get something to eat or drink. Once she would have gone out and told him to go back to bed. Instead, now, she just listened, fearing that he might try something again. Or, as she slowly realized, that she might want something to happen! The thought that she wanted her son to fuck her again, only now with her consent, had been growing in her mind the last few weeks. The main problem was not starting something, but finishing it when the time came. After all, she knew he wanted her. Seducing him would not be the problem. But how could she start something and then end it when her husband came home? *** The seventh month came around, and Helen could no longer deny that she desperately needed a good fuck. She could not longer deny her urges, and she had decided to use her son Jeff for the purpose. So, one Friday night, as he watched TV, Helen came out of her room wearing only a night gown. Jeff looked over at his Mom, surprised that she was wearing such a skimpy outfit. "Jeff, we need to talk about this... this thing between us," Helen started, slowly. Jeff just grunted. Helen decided to go straight the core of the problem. "Jeff, it's clear you want to be my lover, that's why you did what you did. And at the time I was upset. But recent, I've, well, I've decided I might have been too hasty in treating you the way I did." Jeff looked over in surprise. "You see, I think you recognized in me something that I have just come to learn about myself. I need to have sex, and regularly. Your father always took care of me properly, but since he went overseas, well, I have come to learn that I need more than an occasionally fuck and some masturbation. You must have seen this and you were just stepping into the role your father left you, being the man of the house." Both of them knew this was utter bull shit, but Jeff recognized that his Mom needed to put this in terms her mind could live with. "And, well, I was too hasty as I said in rejecting what you were offering. So I have decided we should try it properly, with both of us awake and enjoying it, to see if it's what we both want." With that, Helen stood up and removed her night gown, leaving only her panties on, her naked breasts pointed and her nipples hard in the slight breeze coming through the house. Jeff was a bit shocked, but stood up as well, and Helen started on buckling his belt. "We are going to do this properly, and if it's good for both of us, we will discuss the new ground rules for the house, ok." Helen said quietly, getting his buckle undone and then sliding his pants to the ground. Jeff stood in his underwear and lifted his arms as his mother undressed him. Helen leaned forward and kissed his chest, feeling his boy hairs tickle her nose. He tasted... nice, she realized. He tasted very nice, as she caressed his chest and kissed his nipples. Jeff stepped out of his own underwear and stood naked in front of his mother apart from his socks, as he kicked off his shoes. Helen caressed his body, sliding her own down the length of his teenage frame. He was smooth in place her husband was hairy, his pubic hairs were still growing in. His cock was starting to come to attention from just his excitement and lust, and Helen found her own excitement growing. This would be her first proper fuck session in seven months and she was too far gone now in her desires for a man, any man, to worry about the long term consequences of her actions. Helen sank to her knees in front of her son's penis, and slowly leaned forward, looking up at his face as she blew on the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out and caressed the tip, playing with his piss hole. Another lap and she brushed the end of her tongue across his cock head. Again and again she played with the end of his cock, teasing it with her tongue. The boy was excited now, and Helen speared her mouth over his cock, running about half his length into her mouth and slapping it with her tongue again and again whilst she suckled on his penis. Jeff reached down and gripped his mother by her head. The irony was that whilst he had fucked her, he had never had a blow job or experienced foreplay. He had always just gone for her vagina when she was asleep. His one fuck outside of the mother/son arena, with an older girl at school in exchange for $50, had been a disappointment, and ultimately, he had discovered, had led to him becoming infected with VD. Now he was learning that there was as much fun in the preliminary sessions as there was in the consummation of the sex act. Helen was now sucking on her son's cock with abandon, letting her tongue slip and cross over the boy's member regularly, coating it in spit and saliva. Helen loved cock sucking, and she was discovering that her son loved it too. In fact, his young, immature cock was nicely sized for the act of fellatio, Helen realized. Her husband Barry had a fat, short cock, that filled the front of her mouth, but failed to reach the rear. Her son had a long, thinner cock, that allowed Helen to play with the penis like she preferred. At school, Helen had been renowned for her fellatio, but since her marriage, she had gotten out of practice with the art form. Barry was very much a suck-suck, blow his wad man. Jeff seemed to have better stamina, Helen decided, as she let her tongue tease the end of his cock. He could reach into her mouth and tickle her throat like she liked, but at the same tie, being thinner, she could let her tongue wrap around his cock, and slide up and down. Whilst Jeff might have good stamina, nobody in creation could resist Helen's mouth for too long. Helen felt him stiffen and he tried to withdraw, but she gripped his cock with her mouth and felt the first blast of his cum hit her throat. More and more semen speared out, coating her throat still she started to gag. Then the boy started to calm down and after a few more ropes of his boy cum popped into her mouth, Helen felt him start to soften. Soften, but not deflate, she realized. He was still half hard. Helen swallowed her son's cum, clearing her throat of the sticky fluids. Helen let his cock drop from her mouth and smiled up at her son. "You see Jeff, when both parties are awake and eager for sex, it can be a lot more fun than a quick fuck in the dark!" "Mom, you the best. I'm so sorry I raped you... it just... I wanted you so badly and .... "Jeff started to cry, the feeling they had kept bottled up for months coming out of them both. Helen also started to cry, not because of what she had done, but because her son had become a man and all it had caused him was grief. "Now baby, Mommy is sorry as well. She should have talked to you a long time about what you did, not just got angry. And see, Mommy has forgiven you. It became obvious you wanted me, I just had to adapt to the idea. Now, Mommy is going to show you the next part of how to win a women as your lover, not just take her as a sex slave." Helen took his cock back in her mouth, again enjoying the feel of his cock between her lips, as she played some more with his delightful member. But this time her goal was not a wad of boy cum, she just wanted him ready for the main event. When Helen felt that he was hard enough, she dropped his cock from her mouth and got up on the sofa, spreading her legs. Normally she would have demanded Barry do a tit for tat on her pussy, but for this first proper time with Jeff, she decided to keep it simple. "Come on Tiger, fuck Mommy's pussy properly. No rush this time, just ease it in, and then Mommy will talk you through it." Jeff got between his Mom's wide spread legs and entered her vagina. He had been there before, but never with her consent or guidance. His earlier fucks had been for his own gratification, but now, as she felt his cock push further and further inside her, Helen started to give her son advice on where to aim the head of his cock, on how to grip her waist for more strength and traction on his thrusts. As Jeff shoved his full depth inside her, and Helen felt stuffed and replete with a cock for the first time in seven months, Helen wrapped her long legs around her son's torso, allowing him to slide another inch inside his mother. The two lovers remain locked in their embrace, as Jeff began to thrust harder and harder into his Mom. He had never been able to go this hard when she had been asleep, for fear of waking her. Now he realized that with his partner being awake and helpful, the sex act was far more enjoyable than his first crude attempts. Jeff thrust harder and as fast as he could into his mother, and Helen responded by gripping her sons' shoulders and pulling him into her with her vice like legs. Oh god, she thought, oh fucking shit, this was so good, she wanted to scream. It was not just the long time since her last fuck, but Jeff was different than Barry. Again, Barry approached sex like he did the Army, " take that objective", "get there first with the most". Helen didn't mind, he often brought her along for the final assault, so to speak, but Jeff was different. Not just in the manner of his cock, or the fact he was inexperienced and willing to listen to her advice on how to fuck her, but because he wanted to impress her, to show her that he was a good lover, not a rapist. By trying to make amends, Jeff was giving his Mom the best fuck of her life, not just as a substitute for his absent dad, but as a lover should! Helen felt an orgasm build within her, and she clamped her head into her son's should, at first kissing him, but then biting down hard. Again, at school, her nickname had been the Vampire, not just because she could suck cum from a stone if she tried, but also because when she got really excited, she always bit her lover's neck. It was her thing, and Jeff yelped a bit as his Mom's teeth cut through his skin. Helen sucked on the blood, her legs becoming even more vice like as she felt another orgasm start to build. Jeff, his legs pinned between his mother's thighs, could not hold back anymore, and he came in a long thick wad of cum, into his mother vagina. As the excitement of the second orgasm for both of them subsided, Helen released her grip on her son's body and he slumped down next to her, blood pouring from the new wound on his should. "What the fuck did you do that for Mom?" Jeff wailed, inspecting the streaming wound. "Stop bitching, it's a flesh wound. That's Mommy's brand, baby. You belong to me now. Back in Nebraska, if a girl saw that wound on a guy, she knew to keep her legs closed, and to go away. I branded all my boyfriend's like that. They were mine, as long as the wound was fresh. So, you belong to me now honey. Nobody else gets your cock but me, understand! I don't want another case of VD!" "Now I'm off to have a shower," Helen said, standing up naked in front of her son, his cum running down her legs. "You go tidy up as well then come to bed in Mommy's room. You'll be sleeping in there till your dad gets home!" To be continued? Archivist's note: Because the author submitted this work anonymously, we will be unable to honor any request for parts not already posted. If the author submits more parts, we will post them, if not, the story ends here. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 61