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After graduation, on his way to a job interview, he returns home unexpectedly to enjoy the embraces of his mother once again. (F/m-teen, ped, inc, 1st, mast, oral) *** My name is Eve. Just like in the Bible. My parents, children of the "Flower Power" generation, were true hedonists. "You only live once," they told me. "Do what feels good. Get the most pleasure you can. Use yourself up. There are no consequences." Alas they are no longer with me but I took their lesson to heart, especially when it came to the pursuit of enjoyment. My parents might have tempered their advice if they had known how oversexed I was. I'm sure that my libido was influenced by all the LSD, peyote, pot, and Irish coffee that they consumed when I was conceived and in the womb. As the movie line goes "I had a body for sin and a brain for business." Well not actually for business but one for science. I scored near the top of the range in the science and math portion of the SATs. But the sin part got the most exercise in college and graduate school. I'm not a ravishing beauty but I'm attractive enough. I have nice breasts, a trim waist, and beautiful legs. It's not my own doing. Even though I exercise regularly, work out in the gym and don't eat junk food, I owe my appearance primarily to the good genes inherited from my parents and the luck of the draw. I am almost a caricature of one of the old Vargas cartoons in Esquire magazine. You know the ones. Big tits, slim body, and long sexy legs, the stuff of wet dreams. In old WW2 movies Vargas calendars are shown hanging from every barracks wall. In college the guys literally lined up hoping for my sexual favors. My prospective lovers didn't have to try too hard. Anyone who seriously wanted to fuck me succeeded. I protested a bit, primarily to preserve my reputation as a "good" girl and then I spread my legs. Why not? It gave both of us pleasure. It sure beat nights of study in the library. I wasn't quite the class whore, but almost. I took on classmates, instructors, even professors as long as they were reasonably healthy and were nice to me. Although I said "guys" some of my bedmates were women. No point playing favorites. I liked the feel of a cock in my cunt but warm feminine lips eating me out were equally good. I wanted to be touched, fondled, sucked or penetrated and ultimately experience the thrill of a rousing climax. In fact I read a recent article in a scientific journal that claimed that many women were "fluid" in their sexual preference. They could switch from male to female lovers and back again without difficulty. So I guess I was just normal. My promiscuous behavior actually helped my career. Most instructors, male and female alike, were willing to trade an A grade for a passionate roll in the hay. So I graduated college with high honors. Along the way I had a child, Adam. Unfortunately I never married. Just as well. I didn't really know who the father was. Single mothers were no novelty at a university. Eventually I was offered a job as a graduate assistant and progressed through the hierarchy to Associate Professor in charge of my own laboratory. I am now approaching 40. In my generation that was the portal of middle age. My face is still young looking but my figure has matured. I reminded myself of Leslie Caron in that old movie "Gigi." An innocent looking face on the body of a courtesan. Whenever I catch a glimpse of my nude body in the bathroom mirror after taking a shower I have a twinge of desire for the woman that I see. I luxuriate in the sensuous feel of my flesh. I appreciate the softness of my breasts, the sensitivity of my nipples, the resilience of my legs and thighs. In the privacy of my bathroom I can touch myself everywhere without shame or embarrassment. My breasts have grown large enough so that I can raise them to my mouth and suck and chew my own nipples. I enjoy the taste of my cunt and I would sometimes finger fuck myself, not because I wanted an orgasm, but because I wanted to lick the fingers that had been in my vagina. I'm not a lesbian but if my nude mirror image walked into the room I would be down on her in a second. My hands would clutch her breasts and my tongue would find her cunt. It's too bad that I can't suck my own pussy. I would really like to eat myself out. Don't get me wrong. I love being a woman but once in a while I have a distinct longing to have a cock so that I could fuck the woman that I see in the mirror. It would be wonderful to be the fucker as well as the fuckee. My work at the university prospered nicely. We developed a method of of scanning the brains of animals and making changes in the neural structure. We even tried it with success on monkeys. The next step was to try it on humans but we had much more research to do. We had to map that portion of the human brain that contained the personality and the memory making due compensation for gender. But while I was supervising this research a strange thing was happening to me. I developed an exceptionally strong need for sexual climaxes. There were times when I felt that my whole body had become an erogenous zone. Soon I was masturbating four, five, sometimes six times a day. I just had to do it to myself or I would explode. There was no emotional gratification in these self inflicted orgasms. They were a physical necessity. I ran through the full muscle twitching, cunt filling, delightful agony of a climax but there was an empty feeling in my heart and my head. I talked to several psychotherapists over the next two years. All concured that I was not a nymphomaniac. I was not compelled to copulate with a variety of men to get assurance of my desirability nor was I compulsively driven to masturbate to reduce personal anxiety. Rather I appeared to have an exaggerated sexual need, a super active libido. It was most likely a neurological problem. Some women with this condition have an almost constant need for sexual stimulation suffering up to 300 orgasms a day. It is not as erotic as you may think. It becomes almost impossible to get anything done. Tight clothes, car rides, casual touches may trigger off an immediate need for sexual gratification. Women with this condition are held prisoner by their own genitals. I've heard that some have even contemplated committing suicide if they could get no relief. In my case my symptoms would start with an itchy feeling in my pubic region. An itch that no amount of scratching would relieve. The itch became increasingly intense and spread throughout my body. My breasts engorged and my nipples erected becoming extremely sensitive. I couldn't function until I got relief. An orgasm was the only thing that helped. It is very difficult trying to lead a normal life when you have to make yourself cum six or more times a day. Several years ago I only had to do it four times a day and I could handle that. I would rise, eat breakfast while still in my robe, and just before I dressed to go to work, I would suck my nipples and finger fuck myself to a climax. That would hold me until the lunch break. At lunch time I would excuse myself, lock myself in a stall in the woman's lavatory, and finger my cunt until I came again. I was so unemotional about masturbating that I could eat a sandwich with one hand while plunging the other into my wet vagina. I even joked to myself that I was taking a "funch" break. About mid afternoon I would again head for the restroom and repeat the process. From then on it was a struggle to contain myself until I could get back to my apartment, plop myself in front of the TV, and watch stupid sitcoms, a vibrator buzzing away in my cunt until I climaxed. That was fine when I only had to "do" myself four times a day. But I just couldn't fit more climaxes into my work schedule. My son, Adam was very tolerant of my condition. "Mommy is just having one of her moods," he would say as I flailed away at my cunt. I nursed Adam until he was two years old. The last year was not so much for nutrition as for my gratification. If the truth be told he probably liked the mush that came out of Gerber baby jars better than the milk that came from my breasts but we both enjoyed the feeling and closeness of him sucking on me. After I came from work I would sit on the couch and turn on the TV, usually one of the kid shows. I would either raise my sweater or unbutton my blouse. He would crawl up next to me and childishly play with my large breasts, eventually putting one of my turgid nipples in his mouth. My own fingers would find my cunt and I would masturbate myself to several climaxes while he sucked my essence out of my milk swollen breast. It was heavenly. I got to know all the Ninja Turtles by name while I writhed to one orgasm after another. When I gave Adam his nightly bath, I even sucked his tiny penis to make sure it was clean. He loved it when I got him erect and I could feel his hips move as he thrust in and out of my mouth. We both enjoyed our evenings. Even today, a decade later, I have occasional episodes of being forced to masturbate. I knew that after giving myself a couple of good orgasms the symptoms would disappear, at least for a while. I grudgingly admitted to myself that I loved "fucking" my own body. It didn't matter whether I used my fingers, a vibrator, a sex shop dildo or even a cucumber. The climaxes, even the forced ones were delightful. It's just that I disliked not having the freedom to pleasure myself when and how I wanted. When Adam developed sexually I tried to explain what was happening to him. Talking wasn't much use. I had to do a lot of show and tell. As he matured he began to get spontaneous erections. They would last for quite a while. I had to help him, first by using my hands then by putting his penis into my mouth and giving him a blow job. It worked fine and his fresh virginal emissions were delicious. Adam asked me if I had sexual feelings just as he did. I tried to explain that everyone had them, some more than others. He was curious about what I did to satisfy myself. He wanted a detailed description. I eventually had to show him. You may think it strange that Adam and I were discussing giving me a climax like we were reading articles from the morning newspaper but it was almost the norm in our household. We always discussed our bodily feelings with each other as equals. When he was twelve Adam would walk into the bathroom after I had taken a shower and ask me both why I didn't have a penis like him and why there was no hair around my pussy. I showed him that I had a hole in which the penis was inserted. Men and women were a matched pair, I explained. They have parts that fit each other. He was Adam and I was Eve so the bible said that our parts should fit each other. Maybe not right away but after he grew up. As far as the hair around the pussy went, I found it difficult to explain that I masturbated so frequently that unless I shaved myself, I would matt up like an old rug. It was easier to justify my naked genitals as a fashion statement, like shaving under my arms. Besides I liked touching my bare pussy. It felt sexy. My breasts, I told him, were used to produce milk for babies. Humans were mammals after all. But breasts also had other uses. It felt good to have them sucked on them even when there was no milk. I let him hold my breasts. He put his hands around them, lifted them and played with the nipple. Then, remembering his childhood, he put the nipple in his mouth to try to suck it. He liked it. So did I. When his cock got hard. I held it in my hand. It was surprisingly large for a young boy. Adam asked if he could try putting it in my hole. After talking about how men and women have parts that fit together I had to let him try. After all we were both stark naked in the bathroom. I told him that he could try but we would probably be more comfortable on my bed. I spread my legs to give Adam easier access to my genitals. He crawled on top of me and with a little help on my part pushed his erect penis past my pussy lips into my vagina. "What do I do now?" he asked. "Well, just move your hips back and forth. Push your penis in and out of my vagina." He did. "That's right Adam. Doesn't it feel good?" "Yes, Mommy... I like it... Should I move faster? Oh, oh. Something is happening to me. It feels so good. I can't hold it any more. OH MOMMY!" When he got older Adam helped me satisfy myself. If I showed signs of needing relief he would caress my genitals until I came. "Mommy, I want to help you," he said as he fingered my pussy. He would lightly rub my clitoris and insert his fingers into my vagina. When he was young, he could almost get his whole hand in and work it around. We would lie together at night, legs wrapped around each other, his growing cock in my cunt, fucking each other gently until we both fell asleep. Often, if I was particularly restless, I would wake up to find his head between my legs as he ate me to a glorious climax. His high school years were thoroughly satisfactory for us both. I had the advantage of his teenage passion while he, in turn, had this wonderfully sexy mature woman to fuck, and fuck, and fuck. We were absolutely free with each other. He knew everything about my body, the contour of my cunt and the way that my nipples got hard when he rolled them between his fingers. He also knew about my sexual predilections, particularly how I liked him to caress my full and sexy calves before I allowed him to put his head between my thighs and eat my cunt. I, in turn, knew everything about his body, where he liked me to touch him and exactly how to nibble his penis when I gave him a blow job.. It was not incest. It was education. We had "educational" sessions frequently. Both of us enjoyed it immensely. I showed Adam where his touches felt best on my body and he told me where they felt best on his body. He played with my large breasts and pulled my nipples. He sucked and chewed then until they got hard. He would probe my cunt and stroke my clitoris while I shuddered in bliss. I would kiss him all over his body and give him blowjobs. More often we simply fucked each other until we were both exhausted. But then he left for college and an eventual career. I assured him that I could take care of my needs myself and I did. At least six times a day. I heard the doorbell ring. I had just given myself a really good climax so I knew that I had a period of respite before the need came on me again. When I opened the door I got the shock of my life. My grown son Adam was standing on the doorstep. He was on his way to a job interview in California and just decided to drop by. I asked him to come in and hugged him. I welcomed him into the house and offered him a beer. We talked for a while trying to catch up on each other's lives. Finally he asked me if I still had to give myself climaxes several times a day to get relief? As Adam talked to me, I began to fidget, crossing my legs and wiggling my butt on the chair. My hands drifted up to the front of my sweater and I unconsciously started rubbing the area over my nipples. In a few moments I was actually clutching the flesh of my breasts through my garment. Adam seemed to get the clue right away. "Do you need a climax Mom?" he asked. "Yes I do," I replied. "I just finished doing myself and I think I might have to masturbate again soon. If you wait until I make myself cum again we can talk more. You can watch me if you want. Or you can even help me. I'm sure that nothing I do will shock you." What could I do but admit it. I was within a minute of pulling down my skirt and plunging my fingers into my pussy. I had little shame about displaying my body to my son. We had both enjoyed his frequent use of it for years to satisfy our lusts. He knew what it looked like, every intimate detail. Before Adam could respond I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled out a breast. It was heavy in my hand, the nipple already starting to erect. "Look at my boobie, Adam. Doesn't it look lovely. The nipple is standing up like a little soldier. It feels so full. I'm going to suck it. Unless you want to suck it." "Let me help you," said Adam. "I remember that you helped me in dealing with my erections. I know what you need." He walked me to the bedroom and stripped off my confining garments. Neither I nor Adam felt odd even though I was a mature woman lying nude, squirming on the bed, in front of a young man. We had been in this position many times before. "How do you want me to make you cum? I can use my fingers, or I can fuck you the old fashioned way." I could tell Adam wanted to do it the old fashioned way, at least judging by the tent in his pants. I was tempted too. Unfortunately, I couldn't wait. "Use your fingers," I decided. "Of course you could always kiss your way up my legs and eat me for a while. They you can put your hand in my vagina and finger fuck me until I cum." "Okay," Adam said. "I'll play with your pussy for a while until I think you're ready. Then I'll finger fuck you. The climax will just be mechanical. Don't try to control it. Just shut your eyes and let yourself go. Your body knows what to do." First he put his hands on my shoulders and slowly massaged the tension out of me. The hands gravitated to my breasts. He worked his fingers around the bottom of my boobs and then up to my nipples. I could feel them getting hard and more and more sensitive. The fingers 'milked' me like a cow pulling outward with each stroke. After a few minutes of tit stroking he put his hands on my leg and slowly worked them up to the inside of my thigh, caressing and kneading the soft flesh as he moved higher and higher. When he got to the top he gently worked the fingers around my pussy lips and slowly spread them apart. When Adam touched my clit, I felt shocks right away. Maybe it was the anticipation, but I could tell I was getting very wet. I was desperate for the orgasm. I needed it badly. I arched my back, getting into the feeling of Adam's finger on my clitoris. He pulled his legs up and sat Indian style next to me, always gently moving his finger on my clit. The next thing I knew, Adam put a finger of his other hand inside me and slowly moved it in and out. I just lay there, at least I thought I was lying there. I made no attempt to move but my body responded automatically to the erotic massage by twisting and writhing in time with the finger movement. I was really feeling it now, that familiar hungry, empty feeling inside that told me I was getting seriously aroused. Without thinking, I instinctively reached over and grabbed his cock through his jeans and just squeezed it rhythmically, in time with his stroking of my clit. I was rotating my hips in time with it too, the feeling building and building, my need getting stronger and stronger. I suddenly made a decision and grabbed his arm, pulling it away from my clit and pulling him on his knees. I reached for his pants and started pulling them down. Adam was only happy to help. He quickly shed his shorts and moved on top of me. His cock was rock hard. He pushed into me and the craving to be filled was satisfied. I couldn't help but grunt with the force of the insertion, the shock all up and down my vaginal walls as his cock slid inside. It was like a jackhammer as he moved in and out as fast as he could. I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel the flesh of my sensuous calves hitting against his back. Any embarrassment or unease I felt at being fucked by my now adult son vanished. All I could think about was that impending orgasm. The sensation grew stronger and stronger. I could sense the climax building. I hadn't been fucked by anyone in over a year and my body really, really needed it. I began to scream in a monolog of fucking ecstasy. "Oh Adam, fill me up. Shove your cock in me. You know what turns me on. Do it to me! YES, YES, FUCK ME! BITE MY TITS! HARDER, HARDER! I'M BEING FUCKED! OH, Adam, YOU ARE FUCKING YOUR MOTHER. YOU ARE FUCKING ME! DON'T STOP!" "OH Adam, DRIVE INTO ME! SUCK MY TITTIES HARDER! FUCK ME, FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR MOMMY'S CUNT! FUCK!" When the climax hit, I could feel it down to my toes, keeping me from being able to breathe. I was still in the middle of my orgasm and I was rising to a second peak when I felt Adam pulse and come inside me. It was thoroughly satisfactory. But he wasn't done. He flipped me over and entered my cunt from the rear, doggie style. First he put his arms around my thighs and pulled me so close that I could feel his balls slap against my buttocks. His hands slipped under me and his strong fingers clutched my breasts using my tits as reins to pull my body back and forth. I could feel my passion rising, rising. MY GOD! I'm going to cum again! I felt my orgasm start to grow. The electric jolts flowed through me from tits to cunt and everywhere in between. My rigid legs told me that I was going to cum, and soon. This time I was much quieter. At least at first. "I'm getting there," I gasped, "now fuck me hard Adam. Yes, yes, YES! It feels so good. You are making me cum. I'm going to cum now. Your cock is deep in Mommy's cunt. You are fucking your Mommy. You are making me cum. "YOU ARE MAKING YOUR MOMMY CUM AGAIN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PULL MY TITS HARDER! OH YES, YES! I'M HAVING ANOTHER CLIMAX! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M HAVING A BIG CLIMAX NOW! I'M CCUUUMMMMIINNNGGG! YES! YES!" Just at the final YES, I felt Adam's ejaculation explode in me. Adam stayed with me the rest of the day helping me have one climax after another. Sometimes he fucked me. Other times he sucked my cunt. Still other times he played with my tits while he finger fucked me to repeated orgasms. It was much better than having to do it all myself. Even after my need had diminished I relished his fucking. Adam wasn't wearing a condom and I was off the pill. If I got pregnant the child would be his brother or sister as well as his son or daughter. It would be both my baby and my grandchild. It would be tough to explain the relationship to the new child. After dinner Adam and I had a long talk. We each had a couple of glasses of wine which certainly lowered our inhibitions. He told me that in college he would lust after an attractive girl, especially one with big tits and nice legs, and devote his entire attention to her. He would screw her a dozen times or so and then lose interest. He had no trouble finding compliant girls but he couldn't understand the fickleness of his emotions. I had the instant insight that he was attracted to women who resembled his mother, me. Adam still wanted to fuck his Mommy. He had imprinted on me. Regardless of whom his cock was in, he was still psychologically fucking me. Eventually he found that he missed his life at home and wanted to visit. Just as I was blown away by seeing him at the door, he was blown away by the sight of his Mom. I was the woman he always wanted to fuck in person. No imitation nymphet. I was the real thing. Naturally Adam stayed the night. I put him in his old room and we both went to bed before 10 p.m. I was exhausted. After breakfast the next day I drove Adam to the airport. While we were waiting for him to board his plane, he asked if I had any regrets about the last evening. "Not a one," I replied. "I enjoyed it thoroughly and I sincerely thank you for helping me out yesterday afternoon. You are a wonderful mother fucker. We deserve each other. But I'm not selfish. When you fuck other girls be gentle with them. Especially the bimbos with big tits and great legs. Think of me when you make love to them." As he was boarding the plane, Adam promised to visit me again when returned to the East Coast. I can't wait. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 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 system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 81