extrem incest

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I guess you could say my mother Glenda Parks is anything but modest. She carries her sultry 5’7” and 115 pound frame probably better than any woman that is even half of her age. Her precious blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair cascade over her shoulders and over her humble B cup breasts. On work days she dresses conservatively and carries herself with the power and finesse of a competent businesswoman. She runs a very tight ship in a successful law firm which she built from the ground up shortly after my father left us to pursue his love of other women. But tonight things are different. Tonight she has a “date” with the only man still in her life, namely me.

After my father left, she tried to find someone that would be a good role model for me; you know someone that would help her get her life back on track. She went through several men, but never did find the one that would set the golden standard. That was fine by me because I thought that most of them were pricks anyway. But now she’s grown to accept the fact that she did the best raising me that she could and that I’ve turned out to be a fine young man. I honestly believe she would do anything to make me happy and see me live the best life possible.

I started having feelings for her shortly after I turned 11. My prepubescent body was going through some really big changes and I began to explore the thoughts of having sex. I was a master at surfing the net and promptly deleting the evidence before mother could find it. One day while surfing I came across a site with mature women doing all sorts of kinky nasty things and for some reason it really turned me on. I began to think of older women from my neighborhood, teachers, and other kid’s parents when I wanked off which inevitably led to me exploring my newest fetish: incest.

I remember that morning in great detail, it was late October and the trees outside were almost completely bare. Dry leaves scattered across the concrete outside. The air was chilly and crisp. For me it was just another school day, another day of dealing with teachers, assignments, and homework in junior high school. I could hear the water running in the bathtub as my mother prepared for her early-morning shower. I pulled a poptart out of the cabinet and poured myself a nice cold glass of milk. But somewhere in between the poptart and my mouth, a startling new idea dawned on me. The shower?

I pushed the thought back into the depths of my mind, but soon my imagination got the best of me. Without any warning whatsoever, I crept up to the door and pushed it in, walking in blatantly and pretending to rub my eyes. I saw mother jump with surprise out of the corner of my eye. I will never forget what I saw in that wonderful instant. Her straight hair was plastered down her back; half was still full of conditioner. Her mouth was agape with surprise and her whole body was in perfect view through the thin sliding glass doors. Her full breasts hung gracefully down, water dripping from her succulent nipples. And from the side I could see the outline of her round ass.

Feigning panic, I apologized and headed back for the door that closed behind me, watching her innocently as she tried her best to cover her tits and pussy from my view. I can’t recant how many times I said I was sorry for the incident, but in truth I never meant a single one of them. I later told her that I really needed to go to the bathroom and was not thinking about what I was doing. In the back of my mind I always had the fear that she didn’t believe me. But the experience was exhilarating nonetheless. It was the birth of my lust for my own mommy.

Over the many years I struggled to keep in her good graces as girlfriends and jobs came and went. I kept my obsession strictly secret from everyone in the fear that someone would think I was a pervert. I was always curious, why would anyone think that making love (the highest signature of love) with their mothers was disgusting, immoral, and forbidden? I dropped many clues for her to pick up, but many went unheeded. I was reduced to waiting for the right place and time to make things clear. I guess that means tonight is that time.

Friday is our movie night, we always eat a nice hearty dinner (prepared by each other for each other and switching off every weekend) and finish up by watching a movie. Tonight was my night to make food. I chose spaghetti, one of my personal favorites. Unbeknownst to mother, I have a (slightly devious) alternative on my mind. I have never experimented with drugs before, but my friend Kenny was nice enough to slip me a couple of red pills. Rufees. After prepping the food, I asked mommy what she would like to drink as she tried to figure out the DVD player sitting on the floor.

“Coke is fine, dear” She replied, “by the way do you have any idea where that darn DVD remote is?” She dropped down onto all fours, her ass stretching against her pair of tight sweats as she searched underneath the chair.

“Yeah it’s right inside the couch cushions,” I replied offhandedly as she struggled to right herself, “So when is that movie going to be ready?” I didn’t even listen for her reply because soon it wouldn’t ever matter what we were to watch. After pouring her glass, I dropped a pill right into the center of the drink. It fizzled to the bottom and then disappeared.

“Here you go,” I announced as I handed her the plate and placed the glass onto the floor by her chair, “Do you want me to turn out these lights?”

“Wow Michael, this looks delicious!” She gushed “Yeah the movie is in go ahead and turn out the light.” I walked over to the switch and flicked them off, finding my way against the shadows created by the TV. I took a few forkfuls of the pasta in my mouth and chewed slowly. My heart raced and butterflies filled my stomach as I waited for her to take her first drink. Finally she placed the glass upon her lips and sipped a mouthful in.

I watched the T.V., not really paying any attention, just waiting for something to happen. I was nervous. After another 15 minutes passed I was sure that the drug wouldn’t take effect. I’d been duped, mother finished up her plate and I took it into the kitchen for her, my own plate still a quarter full. I rinsed the sauce off, slightly aggravated and returned to find mother’s eyes closing slowly.

“I’m not sure why but I’m feeling kind of tired,” She told me as I entered “I think I might get ready to go to bed early, I’m sorry hunny.” My stomach jumped into my throat as she slowly lurched up, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and slowly made her way down the hallway towards her bedroom. “This is it!” I thought to myself as she staggered through her bedroom doorway. I did not follow her, instead I took the liberty to stop the movie, clean my plate, and gather up a few items before I checked on her.

In the bag I placed some lube, a Nikon digital camera, pillows, and two rubbers. Holding onto the bag I walked silently into the room, careful with every step. It was very dark and hard to see at first as my eyes adjusted to the light. On the floor were assorted pants and shirts that mom had not bothered to put in the hamper and had accumulated there all week. It was made clear by my mother at an early age that her room was a sacred place and that no little boys should go in there rummaging around, as a result the room was left fairly untouched.

“Mom? Are you awake,” I paused and waited for a reply, “Mom, are you asleep?” I asked her at least 10 times, finally placing my hands upon her sides and shaking her. Nothing. She was out cold. I smiled now as I realized I just might be able to pull it off. A guilty feeling passed casually through my mind but I dismissed it, I had waited far too long for second thoughts. She had worn way too many skimpy outfits for me to feel any remorse. I ran my hand up her side and along her face as her chest rose slowly up and down. I leaned forward to my mother’s forehead and kissed her. Now its time mommy!

I ran my hand down her arm to the bottom of her sweatshirt and allowed myself to caress the skin around her stomach and bellybutton. Slowly I rolled her onto her back and began kissing where I had just touched, licking above her bellybutton and letting my tongue swirl around her lower abdomen. My hands slowly crept up her shirt and across her ribcage, coming to the underside of her breasts and feeling all the way back down again. I ran my finger up between her tits and fiddled with the latch, finally undoing the clasp and pulling her bra out along her arms, flinging it to the side.

I lifted her shirt up slowly, making myself wait to see them. Finally there they were! Her perky nipples stuck up from the cold bite of the frigid room. I grabbed her tits in both hands and felt every inch of them carefully. They were so soft and bouncy. I teased the nipples until they jutted from her chest and felt her sensitive areolas as the little bumps brushed against my fingers. Taking one into my mouth I tasted it and flicked it with my tongue, sucking in as much of it as I could, as I continued to tease the other one between my fingers. I leaned up and placed a kiss upon my mother’s full lips.

Becoming bolder now, I pulled off her shirt and pants completely to expose her luscious legs and blue undies. The tops were covered in lace and I could make out the sexy shape of her pubic mound through the fabric. I nuzzled her slit and consumed her musky fragrance as I grabbed the tops of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, enjoying the view of her exposed twat. Her pussy was very beautiful. It was tiny with a big round clit at the top. I couldn’t wait to dive my face down into it as I threw her panties to the side. I dropped down in between her spread legs to explore her depths.

Her tantalizing taste aroused all of my senses and I could feel my hard-on pulsing against my tight boxer shorts. I licked along the outside of her sexy lips and then sucked her clit deeply into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. “So this is where I came from” I thought to myself as I continued to suck her hot, wet hole into my mouth. I continued to lap up her sweet juices until my dick throbbed with neglect. I backed away and took out the camera, taking several shots of her sexy body as a memento. After a good 50 pictures of everything from her tits, to her trimmed pussy, to her firm ass, I was ready.

Positioning the pillows delicately under her backside, I lifted up mommy’s hips and covered her slit with the lubricant. Pulling out my 7” cock, I lathered it onto the tip and down the shaft to the bottom near my balls. This was it, I was about to fuck my own mother! I never felt anything as exciting as this in my whole entire life! I rubbed my penis against her soft pussy lips, feeling her wet, moist cunt waiting for my dick to enter her. I aligned it with her and began to push it in.

Slowly the head of my member slid into my mother’s awaiting body. It felt so warm, and good, and right! I slowly continued pumping her until the shaft of my dick was all the way inside of her. I had to struggle not to cum right there. I kissed my mom’s lips passionately; oblivious to the fact that she didn’t return it. Her titties poked into my chest and I gave them quick little pecks before continuing. I fucked mother slowly, making sure to feel the full extent of her insides. After 5 minutes of slow fucking, I increased my speed and began fucking her tight cunt harder and harder. Her breathing became more ragged now as her body became aroused. Her muscles worked my dick.

“How do you like that mum?” I asked her as I fucked her harder and harder. “How do you like your son’s big hard cock in your small lil’ hole?” I continued nailing her against the bed frame as I kissed her lips erratically. I wasn’t going to last very much longer. I ran my hand through her hair and felt the individual locks twist around my fingers as I grabbed them nearing my climax. Then I exploded inside of her, plastering the inside of her pussy with rope upon rope of my hot sticky cum. Slowly I calmed down, but I kept my cock buried inside of her, relaxing and thinking over my next move. I pulled out, took a few pictures of her cream pie filled with my love, and then grabbed the bottle of lube.

Carefully turning her over, I propped her ass up in the air using the pillows. Her tiny little asshole almost seemed to stare back at me as my mouth began to water. I lowered myself to it and began licking around it and teasing it with my tongue. Mommy groaned, which caused me to pause, then after a minute with silence I continued back to it, licking around her tight little anus and up her cute little crack. I rubbed the lube in well, making sure to coat her thoroughly, and then I placed one of the condoms down my growing shaft. I aligned my dick with her hole and pushed, moving it with surprising ease into her dilating rectum. I had to work to push the rest of it inside of her, but I loved every second of watching myself move in and out of her round little ass.

I fucked her as hard as I could, allowing myself the pleasure of taking nice long strokes. It felt great! I pulled her hips square with my body and allowed every inch of my manhood to enter her body. Finally I felt the urge to cum again and I quickly pulled out of her and pulled the condom off. Quickly discarding the wrapper, I placed lube upon my penis and put it slowly back inside of her. I wanted to fill up her ass with my next load of cum! I worked her for about 6 minutes and blew one of the hugest loads I have ever had up inside of her tight asshole.

I pulled out and some of the cum dribbled out with me. I pressed it to my fingers and brushed it over mommy’s belly, covering her in my sticky creamy load. I took pictures of her asshole plastered in my cum and then gave her several affectionate kisses upon her lips before cleaning up and snuggling up beside of her. I rubbed my lube soaked penis up against her leg until it was hard again, then I tactfully pushed it up inside of her vagina from the side and allowed her leg to come to rest on the other pillow. I reached my hands around her body and grasped her perfect breasts, and I cuddled up into her. Would she be in for a surprise in the morning!

–The End

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