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Our Beginning
by Flinders (no address provided)

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My story is a long one beginning when life seemed to be 
at its lowest ebb. I had lost my partner, I was isolated 
from my family's support and I had to leave my near 
completed university course to take care of my young 
son. (F/M-teen, underage, inc, voy, rom)

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Our Integration: mother and son become lovers

This is my story about an ethical dilemma. It is about 
my progressively expanding motivations and my inevitable 
and inerasable erotic transgressions. It was my most 
important life-changing experiences to this date. These 
experiences are now seen as filled with both 
satisfaction and immense enjoyment. 

My story is a long one beginning when life seemed to be 
at its lowest ebb. I had lost my partner, I was isolated 
from my family's support and I had to leave my near 
completed university course to take care of my young 
son. In retrospection, life looked pretty poorly and it 
was looking to get more difficult in the future. 

Luckily being resourceful I was able to gain employment, 
meagre for sure, find acceptable accommodation and have 
my son thrive at school. We lived peacefully for the 
next six years not getting rich but having a pleasant 
and cheerful existence nevertheless. I finally restarted 
my studies completing my medical coarse a year ago. 

Several years later I was able to slowly establish my 
own local practise with a stable patient clientele in a 
smallish country village. My son grew strong and was 
successful in his studies ready to shift to year 10 that 
January. After a hard start we were optimistic and 
seriously happy.

During this time I had suppressed my ego along with its 
associated libido. I was well aware that my past 
interpersonal failures were my responsibilities and I 
did not want to repeat those failings. I had also become 
very independent allowing my emotional outlets to be 
solely focused on my son, my practise and my home. Ted 
was now sixteen and finishing yet another spurt of 
growth. 

Being just two individuals together our lives were 
deeply integrated. Our relationships were free and open 
with each other in all matter of things. So it was not 
surprising that eroticism eventually arose subtly 
between us with deeply penetrating roots. This effect on 
our lives was strong and pervasive and once these 
feelings were initiated, willfully reinforced and 
carefully nurtured they were all encompassing and 
irreversible. 

Being an open relationship Ted was unrestricted in how 
he expressed himself. Yet I was startled one Saturday 
afternoon when I watched Ted masturbating in the garden 
after he finished mowing the lawn. He was seated at the 
picnic table secluded from view except from my vantage 
point in the laundry room window. 

As I watched him I realised that I had not made any 
attempt to formally inform him of the emotional changes 
he had or would experience. I had noticed previously 
that he was full of pubic hair that was rich and shiny 
black and I admit, I had fantasized about his sexuality. 
His anatomy was muscular and balanced and he was 
handsome. Feeling intrusive watching his activity I was 
about to just leave him be and leave. 

But then I noticed that his erection was full and 
measured to be of mature size. It was strikingly 
beautiful and I became aware that I was emotionally 
intrigued, stimulated and fascinated about my son's 
erotic behaviour. I sat down at the window to watch 
feeling rather guilty but strangely privileged at the 
same time.

As he proceeded to masturbate I was taken by his 
proficiency. It made me understand he had been 
masturbating for some time and was well-practiced at the 
art of autoeroticism. After about a half-hour of very 
slow sensual activity I watched him spontaneously orgasm 
with a heavy stream of semen arching from his lap. It 
was creamy white and lasted through several substantial 
squirts. It was clear that Ted was exhausted. 

I too was excited and more so than I had been in years. 
He stood up to walk away when I noticed that he was 
still erect. Then out of his pocket he withdrew a soft-
bone coloured probe that looked like a short pencil, I 
estimate to be some five inches in length. It had a 
bulbous extrusion at one end and a tapered shaft at the 
other. A soft cord was attached to the tapered end. 

As I watched, he proceed to insert the bulbous end into 
his urethra slowly pushing it up into his penis until it 
disappeared entirely except for the strand of cord 
remaining extended from his penis tip. Without further a 
due he lifted his erect penis into his shorts and zipped 
up his fly. I noticed that he wore no briefs so 
obviously he had prepared for this activity in advance. 
He then proceeded to push the mower towards the garage. 
I was spell bound with intrigued.

I was well acquainted with the use of genital sounds 
having enjoyed enlarging my urethra many times in the 
past years, though I hadn't used them in quite some 
time. I would normally wear them over several weeks 
stretching my urethra until it enlarged to its limit of 
permanent stretch with 13mm diameter being my limit. I'd 
then stop its use for a few months whilst my urethra 
would shrink back to its normal 6-7mm diameter and I 
could again urinate with some control. At the height of 
my expansion I had a sound, not unlike Ted's specimen. I 
would wear internally during the day letting it 
stimulate me. Although I too was well practiced in the 
art of autoeroticism I was sure I had never exposed my 
behaviour to Ted. So I remained intrigued.

As I got up I sensed my wetness. My vaginal area was 
absolutely soaked and I had created a sizable stain on 
the chair's cushion. As I bent over to examine the stain 
I orgasmed with deep electric sensations scattered 
throughout my body causing me to have mild spasms as the 
reaction vibrated through me. All I could do was sit 
down once more until the stimulation waned. This was the 
first spontaneous orgasm I had had in years and it was 
both exhilarating and disturbing. I sat quietly trying 
to work out what had just happened. It was very 
exciting.

I decided almost immediately to let my libido have its 
freedom and to explore my son's libido at the same time. 
Without a second thought I made my way to the garage 
where Ted had pushed the mower. I found Ted cleaning the 
machine and about to put it away. I simply walked up to 
him and reached for his fly and pulled it down. I guess 
I surprised Ted because he stepped back as his still 
firm erection fell out of his cut offs. The silk string 
attached to the sound was hanging from his penis tip so 
I grabbed it pulling it slowly from his penis. I looked 
up at Ted to see him close his eyes and relax his 
stance. 

Seconds later I held the sound by its string watching 
his penis swell until it was as full and hard as before. 
I was so over come I immediately knelt down and draw 
Ted's erection into my mouth. I instantly tasted his 
semen spray on top of my tongue stimulating me to 
swallow it quickly, never actually having sucked on his 
penis. He had spontaneously ejaculated form nothing more 
than feeling the sound being removed. He gasped and I 
moaned from the sensation of ingesting his warm semen. 
It was clear that what had just taken place was enjoyed 
by both of us and each understood this realisation. 

Seconds passed when I realised that Ted's penis was 
still erect so I began to suck gently. Ted grasped my 
head reciprocating the bond and stood still until he 
obviously could not coup with the sensation then stood 
back. "Mom, Its too sensitive, sorry." was his 
explanation. Before I could respond he knelt down in 
front of me and kissed me. The kiss was not tentative 
but very erotic and sensual totally surprising me. It 
lasted a minute or two when he released me saying, "I 
need to let my sperm build up, I'll be quick, I 
promise." 

I was taken back that while I had initiated the sex Ted 
was now organising the active seduction. Without any 
further conversation he lent over and began undressing 
me. My blouse, bra were removed when he asked me to 
stand up so he could remove my shorts and knickers. Once 
naked he gasped my hips and pulled my open stance 
forward until he was able to kiss my vulva. His tongue 
explored the surfaces before he inserted it into my 
vagina and commenced to lick me softly until he located 
my swollen clitoris, which was swollen so he was able to 
suck on directly. 

This time I held the back of his head as he administered 
cunnilingus. I had forgotten it felt so wonderful. I 
opened my thighs to afford Ted as much access as 
possible finally orgasming minutes later. My knees 
weakened as he pulled me to the lawn. Once in the sun he 
stopped and quickly lay on his back. He then spoke and 
invited me to mount him. Without hesitation I did just 
that. 

Holding his penis I aligned it directly between my 
vaginal lips then lowed my pelvis feeling my son's penis 
gently push open my labia before smoothly entering me. 
"Ride me Mom" was all that was said. Once he was inside 
me I simply rocked forward and back until I orgasmed 
before I felt the sensation of Ted's sperm spraying 
against my cervix. I was exhausted and collapsed on to 
his chest still mentally absorbed in the satisfying 
sensations. He was breathing hard as his chest rose and 
fell under me. Minutes passed as I slowly came back to 
reality. 

I had just experienced sexual intercourse with my son 
and it was the most pleasant sensation I can remember. 
Ted was holding me to him when he said "Sorry" as I felt 
his flaccid penis fall from my vagina. "No Ted, you were 
wonderful. Please don't be sorry because I want us to do 
this again." I sat up and looked down at Ted who had a 
questioning look on his face. 

"Are you sure?" he asked. 

 "Yes, as often as we can," I replied. 

"Wouldn't you get pregnant?" he asked. 

"I'm not sure. I guess we'll see, wouldn't we?" was my 
considered reply. 

END

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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.
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