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(mf-teens, 1st, inc, mast, fantasy, celeb-parody) *** Author's Note: Another story request for Robert in Serbia. He suggested a mother/son story with Italian actress Monica Bellucci: http://goo.gl/wobrik -and- http://goo.gl/Hyi4aY I did a Google Image Search and liked what I saw. Then I Googled her to learn about Monica Bellucci's background and whatnot. Some ideas began to form. I laid out three of my favorite story ideas to Robert and he settled on my third one, so here it is. I put Fantasy in the story code because there's a bit of science fiction involved here, actually a little something I'm borrowing from one of my first KB stories. So without further ado, "Caduta Per Mamma" ["Falling For Mom"] ~ G] *** I couldn't believe it. Dad and mom were getting a divorce! Dad - Vincent Cassell - met mom - Monica Bellucci - in 1996 on the set of the movie The Apartment. They dated for three years before "tying the knot" August 3, 1999. I was conceived that night and born May 7, 2000. My sister Diva was born in 2004 and Léonie in 2010. My parents were only married fourteen years, I couldn't believe it was over! I was taking it hard. I sat in the living room, looking through old photo albums. Photos of dad and mom happy together starting in 1996 up until I was born. Then most of the photos were of myself or the three of us until Deva was born. I think you get the picture. But between Deva's birth and Léonie's, there were less and less photos of dad and mom together. It was mostly dad and mom with us children but usually dad OR mom in the photos not both. I don't know why, but I suddenly wanted to see photos of mom before she met dad. I got up because I knew grandma had some photo albums in her room. No one was home so I just went into grandma's room and grabbed her photo albums. Back in the living room, I lay out the albums on the coffee table. I opened up one. My heart skipped a beat. On the first page among other photos was one of mom as a teenager. Maybe fourteen, fifteen. Damn, was mom hot! I found myself rubbing my cock through my jeans. I pulled my hand away and flipped through the photo album. There were photos of grandma and granddad [before he passed on and grandma moved in with us], aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, etc. But always at least one or two pictures of mom on each page. She was a heartbreaker. Still is too. I kept finding my hand straying to my crotch. Was I really attracted to mom?!? Even more than that, I found myself falling for mom... Not that anything could REALLY happen. Mom loved Deva, Léonie and me but it could never for her be more than a love for a mother for her child. And I knew if I tried something she'd kill me. Mom would never go for that. At the very least she'd castrate me and I haven't even been with a girl yet. Suddenly the crazy idea hit me "But teenage Monica Bellucci would give me a shot". I remembered grandma telling us - to mom's embarrassment - stories of her wild teenage daughter. Lost her virginity at eleven years of age, sneaking boys into her bedroom, getting caught at school by teachers. Grandma said mom was insatiable. Suddenly I looked down and realized I had open my jeans, pulled out my cock and was stroking. Good thing no one was home! Leaning back, I closed my eyes and tried to picture mom, at say, fifteen naked before me, begging me to fuck her. My cock throbbed in my hand violently, my nuts aching badly. I imagined throwing her down on the couch, spreading her legs and jamming my cock into her tight pussy [not that I could ever really do that...]. I only lasted a few more minutes before I felt my nuts begin to churn and tighten up. Before my cock swelled up I pushed all the photo albums off of the coffee table. An instant later my cock did swell up and pump out bolt after bolt of hot jizz all over the table! I groaned, it felt so good to cum! When I was spent, there was a huge, white mess I needed to clean up. Good thing I was home alone. I put my cock away and got up to get a warm wash cloth. I cleaned up my jizz then dried off the coffee table carefully so the water didn't damage it. Then I put grandma's photo albums back. I couldn't get the thought of fucking mom as a teenager out of my head. If only there was a way, if only I had a time machine... Wait a minute, I did! Well, not me, but a professor at the local College. He was secretly working on time travel experiments in a room in the basement of the College. It too complicated to explain how I got involved but I was his assistant. He had a time machine big enough for a person. But we'd only used lab rats, even a monkey once. We'd send a subject to the future one minute, then two, three, five even ten minutes. The time machine would vanish and always reappear with the subject when we expected them. Then, doing molecular testing, we determined the subjects were unaffected by the time travel. Going back in time was different. It was hard to do experiments on that. I'd be the first I guessed. The College was closed for Spring Break. I knew the professor was away as well. I had no problem accessing the science building where we did the experiments. Getting into the basement was easier. Usually when we sent a subject to the future we'd key the coordinates into the computer but there was a keypad inside the time machine as well. I climbed into the time machine [I had to stand, that's about all the room there was but I could freely move my arms] and closed the sliding door. I randomly keyed in July 15th, 1979. Mom would be fourteen, almost fifteen. Hoping there wouldn't be anything in this area of the room in 1979 that I'd end up molecularly bonding with, I hit ENTER. Being in the time machine when it traveled with way different than watching it just disappear. It didn't instantaneously send me back to 1979. It was more like a year in time rapidly passed, it took about thirty-five seconds - thirty-five years, get it? - to pass before the machine stopped and everything outside the half duraglass of the time machine's door solidified. One pull chain light burned overhead in the middle of the room. I slid open the door and carefully stepped out. Boxes were stacked everywhere but not where the time machine "landed"! Perfect! As I made my way through the maze of boxes to the door, I saw the time machine was well hidden by the boxes. I had no problem getting out of the building and off campus unseen, there was no one around this time of year. The problem came when I was off campus. It hit me I had no plan! What the Hell did I expect to do?!? Oh, well. I was already here, might as well "go with the flow" and see what happens. Stupid but what other choice did I have other than going back now? I made my way to grandma's house - I knew she lived in the same place back in 1979 - wondering what I'd say if I knocked on the door and granddad or grandma answered it... Fortunately as I stepped on the porch mom was just leaving the house with a towel over her shoulder. After she closed the door and turned she almost ran into me! "Oh, sorr..." She started to say. Then she had the funniest look come over her face. "Do I know you? I get the feeling I do even though I don't recognize you..." "Ummm, not really..." I said, which was true since I hadn't been born yet. "Huh..." Mom/Monica said thoughtfully as she continued staring at me. I also noticed her nipples start to poke through her t-shirt. Then she bit her lip. "Well who were you looking for?" "Actually, you. I think..." I started. "I'm Jim." "I'm Monica. Nice to meet you," She said, a glint in her eyes. I also noticed she was rubbing her thighs together. "It's nice to meet you too," I said, suddenly nervous. "I don't know why," Monica/mom said, "But I get this feeling that I can trust you. I always need to get to know a boy first before I...trust him." I think she wanted to say before she trusted him enough to fuck him. "I have a secret place I like to swim, a place I haven't told any other boy. Do you want to come?" "Sure," I said. "Come on." I followed Monica/mom around the side of the house and into the woods. There was no path but she knew the way well. Fifteen minutes later we reached a water hole where the sun shined right on clear of the trees. I tested the water. It was perfect. I rose and turned. Monica/mom was nearly naked! She had taken off her t-shirt - no bra - and had pushed off her shorts. "Mo - Monica!" I exclaimed, almost calling her mom. "What are you doing?!?" "I'm undressing," She answered. "I always swim in the nude. And for some reason I'm comfortable with you seeing me naked...". With that, Monica/mom pushed down her white cotton panties, revealing her heavy black bush between her coltish thighs. "Get undressed, silly!" She said before diving in. I undressed slowly, uncomfortable because I had a hard on. And she saw it as soon as my underwear came off. "Wow, you've got a big one!" Monica/mom gushed. "And you look so young to have one that big, what are you, thirteen?" I swallowed hard, nodding. "You - you've seen a lot?" She laughed. "Tons! Now come on in the water!" Stepping out of my underwear and jeans, I dived in with Monica/mom. Instantly she came to me, grabbed my cock and kissed me hard. "I loved cock," She hissed in a whisper. "I love fucking. It feels so good having a cock buried in my pussy..." She kissed me again before pulling me out of the water. Spreading out her large towel, she pushed me down on it. She straddled me and sank her tight pussy around my cock, groaning. "Damn, you're big..." Monica/mom began to move up and down on my cock. Slowly at first, until her pussy seemed to open. Then she rode my cock faster. As I looked up at my future mother fuck me, I realized I was falling for her even more. Not that I could tell her anything. It was better to just shut up. After a few minutes Monica/mom moaned "I'm going to cum..." then began to cry out as her body stiffened. Her pussy seemed to spasm around my cock Monica/mom came four more times. It felt so good I wasn't surprised I was about to cum myself. I warned her but she said "Don't worry. I'm on the pill." So for the first time my cock ejaculated inside of a pussy. And it felt amazing! After I spurted what felt like my biggest load, I was still hard and Monica/mom kept fucking me. She said most guys didn't keep it up a second time. She came about two dozen times at least and I lasted a half an hour the second time. This time I needed to recuperate so we went for another swim. Once I was hard again she had me get on top of her and do the fucking. I liked that. We spent the next few hours alternating between swimming and fucking. Monica/mom even had me fuck her from behind. I liked that even more. We finally dried off. She said she had to go back. We dressed and I followed Monica/mom out of the woods and back to her front door. "Thanks," Monica/mom said. "I had the best time. I have more sperm inside me than I've ever had!" She giggled. She kissed and said good bye before going in. I whispered good bye and made my way back to the College and the room in the basement. Going back was easier. Instead of entering coordinates again I just pressed RETURN and it would return me to when I left [supposedly]. I did return safely to my own time. I felt the same as well. Well, that's not exactly true. I had fucked my mom. Before she was my mom. That would change anyone. I went home and mom and grandma were there making dinner. Everything seemed normal. Why shouldn't it? I'm the one who changed, nothing else should. Mom was on the pill she'd said so she couldn't get pregnant. If she HAD gotten pregnant that would change some things. Of course the rest of the day passed was as normal as could be. I finally took a bath and went to bed. As I was lying there, starting to fall asleep, there was a knock on my door. "Honey? Are you still awake?" "Yeah, mom." "Can I come in?" "Sure." Mom opened the door and stepped into the room, closing it behind her. She was already in her robe. "I decided to turn in early but can't seem to sleep," Mom said. She sat down on the bed next to me. "I know you've been taking your dad and my divorce hard, sweetie," Mom said, ruffling my hair. "I'm sorry about that. I still love your dad, and he loves me, but we're not in love anymore. Do you understand?" "I guess." "Even if we don't live together anymore your dad and I will always be there for you and your sisters, no matter what," She smiled. I smiled back. I knew mom was right. And I knew I was so in love with mom, but I could never tell her. Ever. "Did I ever tell you why I fell in love with your dad?" Mom asked, smiling with a faraway look on her face. I thought about it a few moments. Then I said "I don't think so, mom." "The first time I saw him I felt I knew him. I felt so comfortable with him, and I trusted him. I never trust a man until I got to know him. Well, I did once before. When I was fourteen. I met a boy whom I felt I knew somehow, and right away I was comfortable with him and trusted him completely. I only saw him once, and I never saw him again, but I never forgot him. Your father looked so much like that boy, what was his name? He looked liked an older version of the boy, but that was impossible because in 1996 that boy would have been only thirty and dad was forty-four." Mom was quiet for a moment. Then she looked at me, smiling. It was a strange smile. "You look so much like your dad," Mom said. "So much like him... But I could never love him the way I love you." Mom's hand slid down my body as she began to lean over. She kissed me, and at the same time her hand reached my crotch and rubbed it through my pajama bottoms. Thoughts were racing through my head. What was mom doing?!? This was so unlike her. As my cock hardened mom slipped it out of the fly of my pajamas. Mom stood up and unsashed her robe, slipping it off. She had on an almost see thru nightie on. I could see her hard brown nipples and her thick black bush. Mom raised her nightie and straddled me, her wet pussy touching my throbbing cock. "Oh, yeah, the boy's name was Jim. Just like yours, honey..." THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. 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