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jhon and momvisit on www.papahaxx.com to see more stories like theseI had intercourse for the first time when I was 14 years old. I fuckedmy mother. And it wasn’t her idea; it was mine. I was only 14, but Iseduced my beautiful 29 year-old Mom. I’m sure committing i****t neverentered her mind until I became obsessed with idea of fucking my Momand deliberately set out to corrupt her. I look at old photographs andI realize that I was a very good-looking k** at 14, except if you sawthe picture you would probably guess I was only 12. My growth didn’tbegin until I was 16 and then I shot up fast. Not that you’d mistakeme for a basketball player; I’m just 6 feet. I might have been smallfor 14, but I was very advanced mentally. I was only in the 1st grade3 weeks and they jumped my to second grade, I was no genius, but I wasvery smart. Obviously I was born with a strong sex drive. My Mom oncetold me I was always playing with myself from the time I was 2 yearsold. I know that when I was ten I got a hard on almost every night andstroked my cock till I fell asleep. My cock, now there is a funnything. I was physically small for my age everywhere but between mylegs. At 14 I had 6-inch long dick and it was a thick one. As far asmy sex drive, it shouldn’t have surprised my Mom because I laterlearned she was playing sex games with her older brother since she was7 years old. And she was younger than me the first time someonefucked her. When she began school she was a very pretty girl and keptgetting prettier. All the boys were after her and I guess shesatisfied most of them. So I definitely inherited my sex drive fromher. I inherited something, as well. A gene that open to i****t.I’ve told you a lot of personal stuff, but let me introduce myself.My name is Billy Davis; my mother is Susan Davis. When my motherdivorced my father she went back to her maiden name and had minelegally changed to match hers. We lived in the south and my mothermarried when she just turned 15 and I was born a week later. I missedby 7 days being a bastard. A girl getting pregnant and married at 15wasn’t all that unusual in the south back then, and she stayed inschool until she got her high school diploma. My father was only 17;but he had a job at his father’s garage. As a matter of fact, by thetime he deserted us he was a master mechanic. And desert us he didwhen I was 6 years old. He had been a good father, took me places,taught me how to throw a baseball over the plate, how to fish, andlots of other things a young boy should know. Even how to fight dirtyif some big k** bothered me. The first time a bully tried to beat meup I was 9 and the k** was 12, big for his age and almost fat. He wasthe school bully. I used some of what my Dad taught me. As he startedto throw his first punch, I kneed him in the balls and stamped as hardas i could on his toes. Boy did he yell. Of course he eventually didbeat me up, but I never stopped swinging and kicking so I know I hurthim some. He had me on the ground but I kept going until some k**sbroke it up. I found then bullies leave you alone if they know you’llfight back, and probably hurt them even if they win. That applies toanyone, so I never got in a real fight again. So I only have good thoughts about my father, but one day he was goneforever. When he left us he was only 23 and my Mom 20. Eventually mymother divorced him; she told me my Dad had weakness for very younggirls and had runaway with a 14-year-old. We never saw him again. Whenhe left, we moved in with her mother, her Dad was dead. A year latermy mother’s luck suddenly changed dramatically for the better. Herfather’s bachelor brother died and left everything to my mother. Everything consisted of small 7-acre farm in another town, and $6000. Wemoved immediately. Of course, my mother didn’t attempt to operate thefarm, but the farmhouse was a 2-bedroom wood frame built 70 years agoand built to last. The neighborhood around the farm had become almostresidential when we moved in and Mom sold off 4 one-acre house lots ata nice profit. My mother used some of the money to modernize thekitchen and paint the house; all the rest is just as it was built. Theremaining money lasted long enough to pay the taxes and utilities fora few years at a standard of living similar to a family not much abovethe poverty line. Mom had become a very good seamstress and used thesmall room off the living room my grandfather had used as an office,to open a tailoring business. It flourished and now we are what Iguess they call working class or lower middle class or what ever. Inshort we are no longer poor.My Mom was very smart and was not just pretty, she was a knock out. Alovely face ringed by genuine blonde hair and a body any model orHollywood star would have traded for in an instant. Had she been bornoutside the South, or there just a few years later, with her brainsand looks her life would have been entirely different. Or maybe itwouldn’t have mattered. Once our life as lovers began my mother jokedshe was a born slut. I think she was and, as it turned out, a tastefor i****t. As a result of her early marriage, when I was 14 mymother was only 29. But she looked no older than a college coed. Slim,blonde, with legs up to her armpits. Sometimes when she was walkingdown the street a car full of teenage boys would honk the horn andwave. Imagining seeing her totally nude would turn anybody on. Thefateful moment for me had happened when I was 5. I had been sent toplay with a friend at his house, but we had gotten into fight aboutsomething and his mother brought me home early. When I came throughthe back door into the kitchen I heard my Mom’s voice from the livingroom. She was shouting: “Fuck me, Billy, pound your prick into me!” Isneaked over to the living room door and peeked in. My Mom and Dadwere on the rug, both naked. He was on top, ramming his cock into her.Of course, at 5 I didn’t know it was called a cock, but I saw what hewas doing. I heard my mother shouting, “Fuck me. Oh God fuck me.” Andthen my Dad shouted back. “I didn’t marry you because you were theprettiest girl in school, I married you because you were the biggestslut. And I wanted a girl who loved to fuck and was good at it as Iwas.” My Mom yelled, “Well, fuck me like I was a slut, pound that bigprick into me.” I sneaked away, but I loved my Mom and someday Iwanted to do what my Dad was doing to her. And from then on every timeI touched my dick I fantasized about it. As I got older and knew moreand more about sex my fantasies became wilder and wilder. And now at14 when my prick was big enough and I could cum off, I was desperateto do it.I was smart enough to realize what I wanted would be wrong and gettingmy mother to have sex with her own son would not be easy. For 2 yearsI fantasized how to do it and many ideas came to me and were rejectedas exciting to imagine, but not possible in the real world. Then whenI reached 14 a thought came that I believed might work. And it did! Aday came when my young 14-year-old body was lying on top of my mother,both of us naked, my cock plunging in and out of my Mom’s cunt. Butbefore I tell you the story, it’s important to I relate an event thatoccurred just before I seduced my mother, but later had a very largeimpact.A year before our i****t began, a young boy moved into a house alittle way down the street from us. I learned that the boy’s parentshad been killed in an auto accident and he came to live with his Aunt.I saw the k** only rarely; he seemed to stay in the house most of thetime. One day I was walking home from school when I heard k**s behindme shouting, “Get the queer!” I stopped and turned around. There werefive what looked like 10 or 11 year old boys chasing the k** who hadmoved in down the street. When he tried to pass me I grabbed him. “Letme go,” he shouted, ” they’ll beat me up!” I held him and the chasersstopped when they reached me. At 13 I was a lot bigger and strongerthan these boys so I tried to sound authoritive as I could. “What thehell is going on here?””He’s a queer. He tries to get boys to fuck him in his ass!” theboldest one answered. I replied, “Then he deserves it, give him a goodbeating! Which one of you has he tried to get to do it?” They lookedat one another. Their spokesman said, “None of us would ever do that,we’re not queer! But everyone in the 6th grade knows he is.” Icontinued to stare at their spokesman. “I understand. Did who evertold you say he was one of those this k** asked to fuck him?” I couldsee the spokesman was looking a little unsure of himself, “I don’tknow” “What’s your name?” I asked. “Teddy Delvico.” I nodded my head, “I thought I recognized you. But Idon’t understand why you’re chasing this k**. Everyone in the highschool knows you asked two guys on the football team if they wanted todo it with you.” The k** blanched. “That’s a lie! I’m not queer! Inever did that!” The other four k**s focused their eyes on him. “I’mnot queer!” he shouted again. “Why should I believe you wheneveryone in the high schools says it’s true? You believe what youclaim everyone says about this boy. Or should I not pay any attentionto rumors unless I know myself? “The k**s got the point; they hung their heads and shuffled their feet.I said, “But you should stay away from him” I looked at the boy,”What’s your name?” “Alex.” “Are you the new k** on my street?””Yes.” “Then I know all about you and you are a bad guy. You boys,stay away from Alex here.”The one who said his name was Teddy asked, “What did he do?” I shookmy head, “I can’t tell you, but my cousin lives in the town he camefrom and when this k** moved in I asked him to check him out. I don’twant to get any rumors started so I won’t tell you what he told me,but, believe me, it’s bad.””We won’t tell anyone,” they exclaimed almost as one voice. I nodded,”Well, I guess the lesson I just gave you says I can trust you not topass on rumors. Alex was arrested when he was 9 years old. Of coursehe was too young to go to jail, but no one wanted him in the town sothat’s why he’s living here. Now this is secret just between us;that’s all I’m going to say.” One of the 5 piped up, “You can trustus, you should tell us his crime so we’ll know why to keep away fromhim.” I hesitated and then, “Okay, but I’m trusting you to keep it asecret. One day the woman who lived across the street saw Alex and the8-year old girl who lived next door go into his garage. The lady was abusy-body so she kept watching. When they didn’t come out she tried tocall Alex’s mother and the mother of the girl, but no one was home. Soshe called the police. The cops found Alex and the girl naked and shewas letting him do dirty things to her.” Alex was staring at me with wide-open eyes, but he said nothing. Thefive k**s were almost drooling. The one named Teddy asked. “What kindof things was the girl letting him do?” I snapped, “I’ve already toldyou more than I should. The things the girl let him do are hisbusiness. Now remember, you better keep your mouths shut! Put up yourright hand, boys, do you swear to keep this a secret and stay awayfrom Alex?” The five of them solemnly said, “I do!” When I said nomore they ran off. “Come on, Alex, I’ll walk you home.” He looked up at me and said,”What you told those boys are all lies.” I answered, “I know, I wasmaking it up as I went along. Tomorrow every boy in the 6th grade willbelieve you’ve done things they’ve all fantasized about. They’ll allwant to be your buddy and have you tell them all the details of whatyou did with the girl next store. Just make things up that 11-year-oldboys would do if they could get a girl naked in a garage. And onlytell things a little bit at a time. Make them work hard to coax it outof you. Believe me, no one will ever believe you’re a queer.” The k**nodded at me and smiled.”Of course, some k**s may tell their mother about the rumors, but theworst that can happen is they’ll believe it and tell the k** not toplay with you. Who cares, right? And when their mother tells them notto play with you they’ll want to all the more.” Alex nodded his headand asked, “Why did you do this?” “For a couple of reasons. One, Idon’t give a shit if you like boys to fuck you up or ass or not. Ifyou do, you’re not one of those swishy fairies I hate. Second, I don’tlike to see k**s gang up on someone. Finally, you’re sorta a neighborand neighbors should stick together.” As we walked he kept looking upat me like I was a hero to him or his big brother or something. Iswear he wanted me to reach out and hold his had! It made me veryuncomfortable. After that we never spoke again, but he would wavewhenever he saw me. I never imagined that someday all this woulduseful.The StoryChapter 1Although my mother was single and more than attractive, I knew shedidn’t like to go the honky tonks that in the Deep South was where youmet men, all of them wanting to get into my mothers pants. It wasalmost two years since the last time she dated a guy a few times, andI was sure got laid. However, I could remember that before my fatherleft, to my 5 and 6 year old mind, it seemed they were always tellingme to go play and locking themselves in the bedroom. And she musthave began fucking very early if she was knocked up at 15. My Mom wasobviously a woman with hot pants, and not getting as much sex as sheneeded. I figured my Mom was ripe to seduce. One night I laid down onmy bed naked, stroking my 6-inch cock. I had left my bedroom doorpartly open. My light was on and I was certain my mother would glancein when she walked by. She would get a good look at the size of myprick and her son jerking off. I heard her come up the stairs and Iclosed my eyes and stroked my cock as fast as I could. After a minuteI opened them and caught a glimpse of my mother as she quickly walkedaway. Obviously she had stood and, for a few seconds, had watched me.In the edremit escort morning, she didn’t mention it. The very next night when I heard my mother on the stairs I repeated myperformance with the door open wider. Again I kept my eyes closed as Istroked my prick, but I could tell that mother’s footsteps had stoppedjust outside the door. I knew my Mom must be standing there watchingher son jerk off. The fact that she stayed there seeing me stroke myprick I believed meant it was turn on for her. I suddenly opened myeyes and she was right there looking in. She didn’t move and we lockedeyes for a few seconds, then she slowly turned and walked away. I felta surge of lust that shot 2 bursts of cum 10 inches in the air and twosmaller spurts that oozed out of my cock. All of the cum landed on mystomach. Again I felt so overwhelmingly horny that I scooped it up andpushed into my mouth and I gulped it down.I am sure millions of mothers have stumbled on their sons masturbatingand doubtless acted in million different ways. But I doubt many wereturned on, so sexually stimulated that thoughts of i****t began toenter their mind. But I was sure my Mom was thinking about it. Ibelieve that there must be something in my mother’s genes that hadbeen activated by the sight of her son lying naked beating his youngcock. As I later learned, her sex life began when she was 7 and it hadbeen with her brother. But if I had not done what I did, her i****tgene would never have surfaced. It had to have been there or she wouldnot have reacted as she did. However, as promising as my Mom’s actions had been there was still noassurance that my cock would soon be in her cunt. That came the nextnight. I undressed but kept my door shut. After a time I heard mymother walk past. I waited a few minutes and then opened my door wide;my prick was a hard as a rock and already leaking pre-cum. I began tostroke it and when I felt an ejaculation was near slowed the paceuntil the feeling had temporarily faded. While I was jerking off Igroaned as if I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I knew my mothercouldn’t fail to hear me so I watched the open door. Almostimmediately she appeared and stood there looking in. I stared directlyin her eyes and for a moment our eyes locked; then she returned tointently watching me stroke my prick. My own mother watching memasturbate triggered a blast of white cum shooing into the air. Frommy stomach I scooped up a big glob of cum and, as my mother looked on,I smiled, sucked it off my fingers and swallowed. As I did it I keptsmiling at her and she was smiling back. I scooped up more cum andbrazenly held my hand out towards her. She looked, gave her head alittle shake ‘no’, and walked back to her room. Remembering that smileI spontaneously erupted again. That night I got to taste and swallow adouble load.How was I going to get her to actually commit i****t, let me actuallyfuck my mother? I instinctively knew it had to occur naturally, notjust “Okay Mom, can I fuck you?” When I came down to breakfast nextmorning my mother was already there. She proceeded to act if nothinghad happen the last three nights. “What do you want for breakfastBilly?'”Just cereal, Mom; I can get it myself.” I filled a bowl with WheatChexs, added milk and sugar, sat down and began to eat. “Billy, I’vealready had my breakfast, but I’ll sit with you and have another cupof coffee. We need to talk about something. Why do you want me watchyou jerk off. That’s not a natural thing to do.””Well you did watch and last night you smiled and winked. You musthave liked seeing me jerk off.””You’re absolutely right. That’s why we’ve got to put a stop to thisbefore it gets out of hand. What made you suddenly to start flauntingyourself at me, your own mother?”‘I might as well say it out loud. Because I’ve wanted to fuck yousince I was 5 years old.””Five years old! My God, what could put a thought like that when youwere 5?”I told her how I had watch my Dad fucking her and heard all theraunchy things she was shouting. “Every since then I wanted to be ontop of you and you say to me, ‘Fuck me, oh God fuck me’ and say ‘I’m aslut and I want you to ram that cock into me as hard as you can’.That’s what I want.””I actually said those things and you still remember?””Yes, like it was yesterday. I want you to love me like a son. But Iwant to be your secret lover, too. Look how excited I get just talkingto you about it.” And I pushed my shorts down to my knees and my 6inch prick was standing straight up.””Billy, a mother having sex with her 14 year old son is simply wrong.Now pull up your pants or I’m just going to walk away. Oh, God, thisis terrible; talking to my son like this has me a little turned on,too.””Are you tempted to feel your son’s cock in your cunt?'”You shouldn’t be using those kind of words to your mother.””What word?””Cock and cunt and prick and fuck! Why do I get a tingle in my pussywhen I say them to my young son? So it all ends right now. I’m goingto go up stairs and get dressed and go grocery shopping and we’ll bothpretend none of this has happed!” And she did just that. I found anote after she had left that after shopping she was going to visit hersister and I should get my own supper.The next morning Mom and I ate breakfast and neither of us said muchmore than “Good Morning” or “Want me to get you another cup ofcoffee?” Then sounding bright and cheerful I said, “This is going tobe another scorcher so why don’t we go swimming?””Well, I have no customers until after lunch, but I just don’t feellike digging out my bikini. Then drive to the park. And around thepool and beach there’ll be a million little k**s racing around andscreaming.””I didn’t mean the park, I meant the river right behind our house.””Don’t be silly, Billy. You know all along the river there’s at least25 feet of scrub trees and thorny bushes. You can’t even see the riveruntil winter when all the leaves are down.”I smiled at my Mom, “That’s why it’s perfect; you can’t see the riverfrom the trail along it unless you walk a couple of hundred yards towhere the city has cleared everything to make the public beach.Otherwise there’s no way to get to the river without a machete. Butsome of my buddies decided to make a place where we could swim with noone seeing us. So we could swim naked.”I told my mother how we had taken tools from our fathers’ collectionsand spent a whole morning hacking our way to the river. We thencleared an area for a little beach. Johnny had the idea to leave someof the thorn bushes where our path started. Bushes we could pull awaywhen we wanted to get to the river, but would make it hard to spot ourpath from the trail if you didn’t know it was there. We used it allthe time..”My mother laughed, “You little devils! Did any one find it?””We never saw any signs of it. It was great. We could swim whenever wefelt like it and we didn’t have to wear a bathing suit. So you see,you and I could cool off in the river by just getting up from thetable and walking down the back yard to the river.” Of course I madeit sound easier than it was; remember this had originally been a farmand from where I stopped mowing our yard, there were 2 acres of tallgrass. “Come on Mom, be a sport. It’ll be fun. Just like when you werea k**..”My mother sat looking at me for a minute and then stood up. “Okay, youtalked me into it. It’s nice for a mother and son to do somethingtogether.” I thought, “Yeah, like me pushing my cock between yourpussy lips and fucking you hard!” And so we walked down to the trailalong the river. “I don’t see any path, Billy””Good, but it’s right here,” And using a stick we kept lying just offthe trail, I pulled back some thorn bushes and there it was. My motherlaughed and started down the path. I followed after using the stick topull the thorn bushes back. The narrow path zigzagged and then therewas a small cleared area with the river very slowly drifting by. Underour feet was a soft layer of dirt (a mess when it rained). Over theyears my buddies had stolen bags of weed killer their homes until thesoil here and along the path was probably so chemically saturatednothing would grow for a hundred years.My mother stood looking at the river and smiling. “Okay Mom,” I said,”let’s get undressed and go for a swim. Remember I told you no bathingsuits here.”Of course when I first suggest it, my Mom must have know I hadn’tdropped the idea of i****t. And over night she must have thought aboutit and her sex drive must have taken control of her better judgment.My Mom replied, “I’m still a little nervous. Anyone can see us fromacross the river. There’s no trees or bushes there.””Come on, Mom. You know across the river is a quarter mile ofabandoned cotton fields. Someday maybe someone will put in one ofthose housing developments, but no one ever comes there now.” When mymother didn’t move I decided the time had come for action. While shelooked on I took off my Tee shirt, stuck my thumbs into my shorts andunderwear, pushed them down to my ankles and stepped out of then.There I stood naked, just a few feet separating my mother and my hardcock. Mom looked at me, “Billy, you know you’re a little small for 14, butin some ways you’re a lot bigger than most boys your age.” I smiled,brazenly stroked my cock twice and dove into the water. My motherwatched me swim across the river. When I swam back I stood up at theshallow place in front of the riverbank. The water reached only to myknees. My cock was still sticking straight out, hard as a rock. “Comeon Mom, you’ve got to come in.” All my plans depended on what mymother did next. She turned her back to me and slowly undressed. Whenshe had finished I stood holding my prick and staring at a beautifulround, naked ass, smooth as white silk with an inviting crack runningdown the center. My own mother’s naked ass! A thrill ran through mybody, it was certain now that very soon my cock would be in mymother’s pussy. “You know, Billy, I’m your mother. I shouldn’t be standing in front ofyou naked.””I know Mom, but I want you to turn around so much, you’ve simply gotto do it”She said, “It’s an awful, forbidden thing I’m doing Billy,” and sheturned around to face me. She was 29, but with her youthful body shecould have been 18. I gawked at my Mom’s petite, firm tits, her flatstomach and where her narrow waist widen into the beautiful ass I hadjust admired. Her long legs were perfectly shaped and where theyjoined, surrounded by a thin thatch of blonde hair, was the object Ihad for so long desired. Her cunt. Her pubic hair was not thick so hercunt lips were visible through the blonde strands, and I suddenlyejaculated. As the thick white fluid suddenly spurted from the end ofmy prick into the river, it caused my mother to gasp in surprise. ThenMom said something that granteed what our secret relationship wasgoing to be. She said, “Billy you shouldn’t be wasting that cum in theriver.” “Oh Mom, it’s just that you’re so beautiful you made me cum-off justlooking at you. You can’t imagine how exciting it is to look at yourmother’s pussy while standing in front of her with a hard-on!””That’s the trouble Billy, I know how exciting it is because I knowhow I feel with my 14-year-old-son looking at and talking about hismother’s cunt. I also know what a terrible thing I’m doing. But when Ithink about it, for me i****t seems to magnify sexual excitement untilit’s overpowering. I wish I had more willpower, but I don’t.” My body shivered with pleasure as my mother climbed down into theriver. She was a strong swimmer and made it effortlessly to theopposite shore, although looking a bit awkward because she was keepingher hair from getting wet. She swam back and stood in front of me atthe river’s edge. Two naked bodies, one the mother, the other her son.”We might as well say it, you and I going to fuck. We’re going tostart feeling about each other as lovers.”O God yes! I’ve fantasized about it, jerked off thinking about itsince I was 5, so yes, I want to be your lover! I want to find outwhat it feels like to have my prick in your cunt. My own mother’scunt!”‘There’s a word for what we’re doing, Billy. It’s a terrible word.” “Sure. I’m 14. I know the word is “i****t”. And for me that’s whatmake this so extra exciting; we’re doing something we shouldn’t bedoing.””Oh God, I know it, Billy. The thought of my 14-year-old son fuckinghis mother makes my cunt begin to leak my pussy juice. And itshouldn’t! I should put the thought out of my mind. March right backup to the house and never mention any of this again.””Oh Mom, please. You’re not going to do that are you?””No, I’m going to lie down on that blanket, spread my legs andsay….come on, son, screw your mother.” I almost had anotherspontaneous ejaculation!When she was lying on the blanket she spread her legs as wide as shecould, and bent her knees in until her feet were together. Now herpussy lips were wide apart and I could see the pink folds inside. MyMom smiled, ‘This is the raunchiest pose I can take, Billy. It’s aterrible sin to let my own son see me this way, but I want you to seeyour mother looking as wanton as a slut because I know you want to. Inyour fantasies I must have looked like the this.”I looked down at my Mom’s slit. The lips were puffy, and love juicewas leaking from her cunt and dribbling down her ass. It was a lovelysight and it told me that my mother wanted to be fucked by her sonjust as much I wanted to put my shaft in that wet and waiting pussy.!Chapter 2My mother on her back, spreading her legs for me left me speechless. Iimmediately dropped down on my knees between her legs and loweredmyself till my young cock was just touching my Mom’s pussy lips. Andthen I did what I had dreamed of for so long. Her pussy was alreadywet and lubricated by her pussy juice so I plunged my prick as deep ascould into her cunt and began to fuck my mother.As escort edremit I pumped my mother said. “Ooohhhh……That feels so wonderful….. Ihaven’t had a cock in me for almost two years, and the guy’s cockmight have been a little bigger, but it didn’t come close to how goodyours feels inside. Let me savor it for a minute before you startpumping. Oh god, this shouldn’t feel so good. It’s an awful thing I’mdoing, allowing my 14 year old son to fuck me. I’m a terrible mother.””No your not”, I cried, “you’re a wonderful mother. For most mothersand sons, the mother letting her son fuck her probably would be wrong,but not for us. No other son would become obsessed with fucking hismother just because he saw her dong it for a few seconds when he was 5years old. I’m not so dumb that I didn’t know that doing such a thingwas forbidden, what I wanted to do was wrong, but that made me want todo it all the more. I wasn’t interested in any of the sexy girls atschool I should have been fantasizing about. I wanted my mother andno one else. And I wouldn’t have my prick in my mother’s cunt rightnow if, like me, you didn’t want to commit i****t. We’re a mother andson who were meant to fuck.””I’m afraid you’re right. The thought of sex with my 14-year-old sonnever entered my mind. But, like when you suddenly wanted me when yousaw me having sex with your Dad, the moment a I saw you with yourprick hard in your hand and cum shooting out of it, all I could thinkof was that I wanted it in me. So, no matter how wrong i****t is, Iwant you to fuck me now, pump that cock of yours in and out of yourmother’s cunt as hard as you can!”I shivered because my Mom wasn’t talking to me like her 14-year-oldson, but like a sex partner. Talking about cocks and cunts andcum-off. The whole situation was so overwhelmingly exciting that Iknew I would cum off pretty quickly. And I knew that when the feelingstarted I would not be able to hold it back. My mother surprised me as we fucked; she was groaning “Aaahhh….Am Ireally fucking my 14 year old son? I love it….ahhhh,” as she said itshe shuddered. Mom seemed to be swept up on a wave of passion. “OhGod ….fuck your mother ….. screw your mother …..oohhh …..fuck…..oooooh fuck me hard!.” She flung out obscenity after obscenity,completely consumed with the act of i****t. “Oh Billy, I want yourcock in your mother everywhere …… I’d love your cock up my ass…..in mymouth…..oh yeah…….fuck harder……I wish I could suck your prick whileyou fuck me……oooooh….. I don’t want this to stop…….pound me…… fuckyour wicked mother!” I realized she liked dirty talk and so did I.”Yes, Mom, your son has his cock in your pussy…….” I felt hershudder. “In a minute your son is going to fill your pussy withcum-off. Your own son’s cum-off is going into our cunt, Mom.” Mymother seemed nearly out of control. “Fuck …..fuck…fuck ………I loveyour prick in me….Oh god, I love being fucked by my son!” She hadlifted her ass from the ground and was thrusting upwards in an effortto get my cock in deeper. I shouted, “I’ve got my prick in my ownmother’s cunt!”. Hearing myself say those words was too much for me.I came off and the feeling was ten times more intense than I had everexperienced. “I feel your cum shooting into me, Billy, and it’s making me have anorgasm …. Ooooooo … there’s another. Don’t stop. Billy. Keep fuckingme until you go soft. ……..ahhhhh…..the orgasms keep coming…..Oh God,this is so good.”We had both had enjoyed massive climaxes, but my cock was stillrock-hard. I said, “We both had so much pent up anticipation of whatwe were going to do that when we did it we both came too soon. Do youfeel how stiff my prick still is?””Oh, I do! Fuck your mother again, Billy fuck your mother again!” As Ibegan to pump her pussy again Mom kept calling out, “Oh, God, I lovemy son screwing me….ooohhh, your mother is depraved, Billy, shecan’t get enough of her son’s cock……fuck me, fuck me, baby…..Ooooooo!” Obscene talking with my mother had gripped me. “You’rea terrible mother, letting your son fuck you….. you’re my mother andon your back pleading for your son to ram it to you!” “That’sright!…. Ram it to your mother…..keep your young boy cock plungingin and out of your mother……ooooh this is so horny……fuck meharder, Billy…..fuck your raunchy mother harder!”I was now so carried away with what we were doing and saying that allI could do was put my face close to my mother and keep calling out,”Fuck….fuck….fuck!” I began to feel a climax rising in my groin asmy mother almost screamed, “I want my son to fill his mother’s cuntwith cum…..oh, God…..I want you up my ass, in my mouth….oh,Billy, your mother wants her son to fuck her everywhere…..Ohhh…..your giving your mother multiple orgasms, baby…..now youcum in me!” Her timing was perfect, my young body shuddered andsemen erupted from my prick with the power of a fire hose, “There itis, Mom, there’s what you wanted your son to give you!” My mother wasactually writhing with passion as I filled her. When it finally ended,in our exhaustion, we lay against one another for a long time. I don’tthink anyone but an i****tual mother and son could have felt asexcited and sexually fulfilled as we did.”Oh Billy, your mother has never had anything feel that good. I wishyou had seduced me when you were 10! When I imagine me fucking a10-year-old boy, it sends chills through me. Oh, I’m such a pervertedperson! I would never have imagined that i****t could make sex sowonderful.”All I could say was ” I know!” Then I remembered something I likedwhen I jerked off and had fantasized doing with my Mom. I slipped twofingers into her pussy and came out with a gob of cum-off. My motherwatched and smiled when I put the cum into my mouth and swallowed it.”Billy, I think your getting addicted to your own cum-off.””I am. But it’s really exciting when I am taking my cum out of my ownmother’s pussy, I almost making me cum off again!””Well then, give your mother some.” So I scooped out more from insideher leaking slit, brought it to her lips and my mother gobbled it up.”Believe it or not, Billy, I haven’t tasted cum since your father leftus. That’s a long time. Oh god, eating my son’s semen. My whole bodytingles! Next time I want to eat more of that delicious white stuff.Your mother is going to give her son a blow job and you’re going tofill my mouth with gallons of cum-off.””Oh Mom, do it! “Suck my cock until I cum-off in your mouth!””I want to so much, but we’ve got to get back. I’ll teach you lots ofways to have sex tonight, I promise. We’ve committed i****t andthere’s no going back. So, if you’ll excuse my words, fuck it! You maybe only 14 years old, but your prick is magic to me.””You know, Mom, I could come off just saying it out loud. “I’m 14years old and I’m fucking my own mother!'” And sure enough my prickbegan to stiffen.”It does sound luscious because it’s so depraved. Mother and soni****t! It’s wonderfully obscene!. Billy. Tonight you’ll do lots moreto your mother besides fuck her. Come on, we’ve got to get out of herebefore I’m on my back again with your prick in me.” With that shedressed and hurried up the path with me behind her..What for so long I had dreamed and fantasized about had happened; Iwas practically walking on air. As we neared the house I said, “Aslong as we aren’t going try to fuck again until tonight, I’m going toride over to Tommy’s house after lunch. So I want to check my bikebecause I think I may have ran over a nail.” I left her and wentaround to the garage. When I did I saw Mom’s sister Ellen’s car in thedriveway. I wondered if she had seen us walking back from the riverbecause every couple of steps I had reached over and rubbed mymother’s ass and she had done the same to my crotch. Instead of goinginto the garage I went to the front door and slipped inside just as mymother came through the back door. I went through the dining room andsat down next to the door to the kitchen.Chapter 3Before my mother had a chance to speak. Aunt Ellen placed her hands onher waist, “Well, finally Susan, you decided to come home. I’ve beenwaiting for half an hour! “My Mom said, “I’m sorry, but you didn’t call and say you were coming.”I heard my Aunt take two steps and I knew she must be standing rightin front of my mother.””My God Susan, you reek of sex!””Don’t be silly, who would I be having sex with?””Susan, I’m your older sister and I’ve been married for 12 years. Iknow sex when I smell it. Who is it Susan? I didn’t hear any car pullup. Wherever you’ve been you must have walked there.””Stop talking crazy, Ellen you’re imagining things.”I could hear my Aunt sniffing and I knew she was smelling Mom. “Hemust be one of your neighbors, which means you’re having sex with amarried man. Oh Susan, I hope you know what you’re doing!”‘”Ellen, you’re my sister and I love you, but if you say one morestupid word about this, I’m going to tell you to leave this house.””Alright, you’re a 29-year old woman with a 14 year old son and it’syour life. Now, what I dropped by for is to leave this evening gown.There’s an affair at the country club tomorrow night and I need you totake it in. I’ve lost some weight.”I though, “Lost some weight!” Aunt Ellen was only five years olderthan my mother, 34, and she had a figurer to make any male look twice.She was taller and bustier than my Mom and not as pretty. More likehandsome or attractive or something. But she had inherited the samelong shapely legs. Although she had bigger tits than my mother, theydidn’t sag or anything. Sometimes I spent weekends at my aunt’s houseusing her swimming pool and I always had fantasies about us fucking.She didn’t need to lose weight!Anyway, my mother told her the dress would be ready tonight and shecould pick it up tomorrow morning. “Thank you Susan. You know that an affair with a married man is goingto reflect on me. Damage my reputation when people find out.””I’ll say it one more time. I am not having an affair with anyone. Nowgo home!”When Aunt Ellen left I guessed that my mother knew I’d been listening,but she said nothing about the conversation. Instead Mom went intoher sewing den; I made myself a peanut butter sandwich for lunch androde over to my friend’s house.At dinner that evening I was admiring, as I constantly did, mymother’s beauty. At 29 it was in full blossom. With her model’s slimbody and youthful features she could easily be mistaken for ateenager, or at the very least, a college coed. “You know, Mom”, Isaid, “when I look back on my first sexual experience imagine howfantastic it will seem when I know it came when I was only 14 when Ifucked my own mother! I dreamed of it happening since I was five, butI still find it hard to believe that my dreams came true.””If I was a good mother I would be repelled by a statement like that,but since I’m not, I’m glad it’s true.””Do you remember your sexual experience?””Do you think a mother should tell her 14 year old son when she beganfucking?””Yes, if that mother has striped naked in front of the 14 year old sonand told him to fuck her.””Well, in that case I guess I could tell you about it. Especiallybecause I know hearing about his mother’s first screw will give you anice hard-on that I can suck later.”So she began.”I was 7 years old, one night I came out of the bathroom after takinga shower. When I opened the door to go to my bedroom, I hadn’t putanything on because I thought everyone was downstairs. But when Istepped out my 11 year old brother standing right there. We were bothsurprised, but when I walked past him he reached out and ran a fingerinside my pussy. I stopped and looked up at him and he pushed thefinger inside and wiggled it around. I still stood there and he said,”Do you like the feeling of my finger in you?’ and I said, “Yes”. Hetook my hand and led me to his bedroom, I sat on the edge of his bedand he ran a finger in and out of me, then two fingers. Of course at 7I knew we shouldn’t be doing this, but I loved the feeling it gave me.We heard someone start up the stairs so I ran to my own bedroom. Afterthat we did it a lot; we’d both get naked and I would rub his 11 yearold prick while he finger fucked me. We did that for a couple ofyears, but gradually he did it less and less. He was 14 by then and Iasked him why we had stopped having naughty fun. He said because itfrustrated him. He had learned to jerk off and when he played with mypussy all he could think about was putting his prick inside me. “Whydon’t you?” I asked, and he said I would get pregnant. Of course at 10I wouldn’t have, but neither of us knew any more than if a boy cameoff inside a girl she would have a baby. So I was 10 years old, had been playing sexual games for 3 years and Iwas still a virgin. I was also hooked on how nice it felt to fingerfuck yourself . A year later I was doling it and suddenly I had myfirst big orgasm. Wow, was it exciting, so I did it lot. Even thoughI didn’t want to get pregnant, I had been fantasizing about beingfucked more and more. One summer day I was taking a short cut homethrough some fields where there were the remains of a couple of oldgranite quarries. Underground springs had filled them with crystalclear water and girls were forbidden to go near them because, for aslong as anyone could remember, boys had gone swimming in them naked.It was early June and was too cool to go swimming, but when, like agood girl, I was passing well clear of the quarries; I was surprisedto hear laughter coming from the direction of one of them. My strongsexual appetite was already manifesting itself and I got a sudden urgeto disobey and go over to the quarry and see who was doing thelaughing. It was a very naughty urge, Billy, because I hoped to get myfirst close look a naked boy other than my brother. When edremit escort bayan I stoppedbehind some bushes at one end of the quarry I saw two nice lookingboys. about 15, swimming. My young pussy began to get wet while Iwaited for them to get out of the water and reveal what I wanted tosee. When they did and stood on a rock their slim young wet bodiesglistened in the sun. I gasped. Hanging between their legs was a goodsize prick. I was fascinated. However, Billy, there was a very serious problem. The handsome nakedbodies and dangling pricks that were turning me on were black, andthis was the South. Any decent Southern girl, no matter what her age,should have quickly walked away. But, Billy, I found those nakedbodies and cocks excited me and I didn’t care what color they were.What’s more I was 11 years old and overcome with a desire to discoverwhat it felt like to be fucked. I was wearing a skirt; but I slippedoff my panties and walked down and sat on a rock across the quarryfrom them. When they saw me they were about to grab their clothes andescape the danger I represented. But I was smiling and had my knees upand my legs spread, my naked pussy was clearly visible across thequarry. I could tell they were struggling over what to do. After ashort time they decided not to run away, they remained standing wherethey were. Then the boldest boy did a very dangerous thing for ablack. He dove into the water and swam over to where I sat. He put hishands on my rock, his body submerged but clearly visible through theclear water, I could see his prick was erect. And that caused my pussyto tingle.Looking up at me he said, “A little white girl flashing what’s betweenher legs to a black boy could get us both in a lot of trouble. What’syou want?”Just like now, Billy, when I became consumed by sex, I liked to talkdirty and lost all inhibitions. “I want you to fuck me.”I could see that my use of a four-letter word shocked him for only amoment. The he replied, “You ain’t the first white girl who wanted ablack cock in her. How old are you?” I’m not one to lie so I told himI was 11. “Man, that’s awful young to start fuckin’,” he said. Ismiled and replied, “Maybe so, but I want to find out what it’s like.If we were to slide over into that tall grass no one could see us”.The boy nodded, “Even though you only 11 you’re a mighty pretty littlegirl, so I got me hard-on right now. I guess I’m scared cause youwhite, but I’d love to fuck you.” He thought for a moment and added.”What about my buddy over there. You willin’ to let him fuck you,too?” I didn’t hesitate, “I’ve never done this before so he can fuckme if I like it when you do it. My name is Susan, what’s yours?” Theboy replied, “I’m Steven and that’s Jesse over there.” Then he shoutedacross the quarry, “Come on over and bring our clothes.” When the three of us were in the tall grass we would be visible to apasserby only if one of us stood up. Lying between their naked blackbodies, I had no trouble slipping off my dress. At 11 I had no tits;never-the-less both boys began to stroke my chest and slowly movedtheir hands down to my pussy. An electric shock went through me when Ifelt a finger sliding into my hairless cunt. The boy called Stevensaid, “I never saw I naked white girl before and I’m as hot as afirecracker. I’m goin’ to be puttin’ my black cock in that white cuntright now.” He placed his body between my legs, but before he put hisprick in, he said, “If you ain’t done this before you gonna feel alittle pain when I break your cherry and you’re gonna bleed some. ButI won’t start really fuckin’right away, and if you just lay back thepain will go away and my prick will begin to feel good inside you. Iknow because I done this before. Well, only once before. In fact I’m15, but I’ve only fucked a girl twice before this and one of them wasa big, fat ugly thing that anyone could screw. And Jesse here, he’s 14and I know even though he denies it, he’s a virgin just like you.” His speech finished, he began to slide his cock into me and I liftedmy head and looked down to see his black shaft go in. Then he hit mycherry and I flinched, but I didn’t cry out. It was just like he said.It didn’t take long before the hurt was gone and I was once more alivewith passion. Shamelessly I told the boy to go ahead and fuck me. Itfelt better than anything I had imagine and at 11 I found my selfpanting. I began softly calling out “Fuck me….fuck me.” And then Iexperience my first fucking orgasm. It took my by surprise, I had beenable to bring my self to orgasms for a while, but this was somethingelse: it felt so wonderful it almost took my breath away. Actually itwas a very short fuck; like me, he quickly came off, too, and for thefirst time I felt semen spurting into me. When he finished I held himso his prick stayed in me until it so soft it slipped out. I looked atthat black cock and almost wanted to put it in my mouth. Instead Isaid, ‘Wow, I liked that. But I hope I don’t get pregnant” Stevenlaughed. You’re only 11, you ain’t gonna get knocked up. You can’t getpregnant until you start having periods and you’re too young forthat.” I was thrilled because that meant I could fuck as often as Iwanted, with no worries about having a baby.Steven smiled and said, “Ain’t no doubt you liked that as much as meso I guess you’re ready to let Jesse here have his first fuck.”f******n-year-old Jesse was just a little taller than me; he had abeautiful black body and I could hardly wait for the second fuck of mylife. Jesse was quickly up on his knees between my legs, his 5 inchblack prick erect. But before he moved over me, Steven, a year olderand obviously in command, ordered him to wait, and he told me to geton my knees and put my ass up. “Little Susan, you about to get screweddoggy style. Jesse, we both gonna’ like this, we can watch her cutewhite ass and your black dong goin’ in and out of her pussy.” I was abold girl and like dirty talk, I said, “I don’t want to hurt yourfeelings, but this must be a very naughty sight, a little white girland a young nigger about to fuck her!”Steven replied, “You don’t hurt my feelin’s usin’ that wordconsiderin’ what we doin’ together. That’s exactly what this is. Twosouthern nigger boys shovin’ their cocks into a 11 year old whitegirl. And that’s just how I’ll describe it to my friends.” Doggystyle, any style, I didn’t care how I was fucked, I couldn’t wait toexperience another orgasm. It was obvious Jesse was paying noattention to our conversation because he was concentrating on shovinghis black prick in and out of my tight little pussy as fast as hecould. He ejaculated after less than 2 minutes of pounding into me. Itfelt so good that I quickly had that wonderful feeling runningthrough my body again.Well, Billy, you got the picture. That was your Mom’s first screwing.We stayed there a while and they both got hard again and took turnsscrewing me one more time. Before the last fuck I asked Jesse to pullit out at the end so I could see what cum-off looked like. He told meto look down between my legs, some of it was leaking out of myhairless little slit. “No I want to see how it comes out.” There wasno need to worry, the excitement of fucking an 11-year-old white girlquickly had them hard again and they both sat in front of me andjerked off. So for the first time I saw how a boy ejaculated, saw cumshoot out of the end of their black cocks onto the grass. The sightturned me on so much I asked them to fuck me again, but they said theydidn’t think they could get it up. Before they dressed I told them Iknew they would brag to their friends about fucking a white girl, butasked them to please not say who it was. “It would be me mean,” Isaid, “if you ruin my reputation and every one starts calling be a”nigger fucker!” Steven and Jesse promised they wouldn’t tell myname. I don’t for sure if they kept their word or not, but there werenever any rumors about me. We saw each other once in a while walkingdowntown, but we never fucked again. You know, Billy, I’d forgottenthat from the very first time I engaged in sex, it was forbidden sex.And it was quite a beginning for an 11 year old white girl to have herfirst sexual experience be one where she was fucked four times andwatched two black boys jerk off for her.”Half way through my Mom’s tale my prick was stiff and I took it outand began jerking off as she talked. Before she was finished I hadshot a load onto the kitchen floor.Chapter 4After dinner my mother did some sewing. I watched some television, butI knew the main thing on both our minds was sex. Eventually my motherdeclared it was time for bed and I rushed up to her bedroom andstripped naked. When my mother followed a few minutes later and walkedinto her bedroom I was lying provocatively on her bed stroking myprick.”My, my, this is shocking. Your mother walks into her bedroom andthere’s her 14 year old son lying on her bed jerking off. What’s evenworse, now your watching while she rips off her own clothes, reachesdown like this, and spreads her cunt open for her son to look at. Youknow I could be arrested for this.””Mom, I know i****t is a terrible sin, but is it i*****l?” My mother got up and moved the bureau close to the bed and tilted themirror so that we could watch ourselves. Then she knelt down besideme, pushed my hand away from my rock hard shaft and began to stroke itherself. “Billy, we are committing a very serious crime. If anyonewalked in here and found us naked and me slowly jerking you off, theywould have me arrested. I would go to jail and you would be turnedover to some agency and put in a foster home. And what I’m about to dois even worse!” She plunged her head down between my legs and insteadof her hand around my prick it was my mother’s mouth.”Mom, one of my favorite fantasies was my own mother sucking myprick!”Mom looked up for a moment. “Has anyone ever given you a blow job?””No, never…..I mean no …. but, well, sort of””Tell me son, what does ‘sort of” mean?””It’s a long story, Mom, and kinda embarasing.””Is it about sex? If it is I want you to tell me about it.””It’s when I was young and ….didn’t realize was…so bad.””Billy, do you want your mother to suck your cock?””Oh, yes! Just hearing you ask me that is making me even harder.””Not before you tell me about this ‘sort of’ blow job.””Okay, one day when I was 11 years old there was a k**, Tommy. Younever met him because we didn’t hang out together because he was 16.But he was so cool; sometimes I walked over to his house and if he wasshooting hoops or something, even though I was only 11 he’d talk to meand let me try to shoot a few baskets. One day when I walked over tosee if he was around he was in his garage working on his bike. Icalled out to him, “I’m getting a bike, can I watch what you’redoing?” Tommy said he didn’t care so I walked in and watched himtake off a wheel. “I’ve got a flat time, ah….what did you tell me yourname was?” “Billy.” “I remember. Watch and you’ll see how to fix aflat tire.” He continued to do what was necessary and all of a suddenhe asked me if I ever jerked off. I told him, yes, if he meant did Istroke my cock in bed at night and that it gave me a neat feeling. Itold him most of the boys I knew in the 6th grade did it, sometimes wejoked about it.”No,” he said,” that’s not jerking off. Jerking off is when you holdyour cock in your fist and stroke up and down fast and you suddenlyget a fantastic feeling and stuff shoots out the end of your cock.” Itold him I had never heard of that and Tommy asked if I wanted him toshow me and I told him, sure. Well he said he couldn’t show me in thegarage even if he closed the doors because it would make a mess on thefloor. So we went behind his garage where there was a row of bushes.We went behind them and Tommy dropped his pants, leaned his backagainst the garage and did what he said you did. And sure enough,after he was stroked his prick for a minute, Tommy made a loud groan,pushed his pelvis out, and white stuff shot out on to the ground. “OhGod, Billy, the feeling is sensational! You’ve got to see if you cando it. You can’t imagine how great if feels when you shoot off. Takeyour dungarees of and try it.” So I did. With my pants and underweararound my ankles I did what he did, but nothing happened. ‘You’ve gothold your pick tighter and stroke up and down faster. Here, I youdon’t ever tell anyone, I’ll do it for you. Tommy stood close to me,put his hand around my little prick and squeezed hard and pumpedfaster than I did. It was exciting, having this 16 year old boystroking me.but I show you how. Tommy moved close beside me and wrapped his handaround my little prick tighter than I ever thought of doing, then hebegan to stroke my cock, which was suddenly harder than it had everbeen when I held it. A thrill ran through my body; the 16 year old boyI admired so much jerking me off. Suddenly I felt an intense feelingbuilding in my prick, and ass and stomach. I began to groan, it wasthe most wonderful feeling I had ever experience and suddenly I had athunderous climax and cum spewed from my dick. Tommy nearly shouted,”You did it! I knew you were very young, but I could tell you were alittle boy filled with lust and could cum-off earlier than most k**s.Wasn’t it great!” “Oh God, yes! I’m going to do that every night! I’m going to be ajerk-off addict! You were a great guy, showing my how to cum-off.”Tommy said, “Lets do it again and I bet it will be even better if wejerk each other off. Billy, grab my hard cock and do me.” So Igrabbed his prick, which was bigger than mine, at least 6 inches longand so thick I couldn’t get my hand all the way around it. At the sametime he wrapped his hand around my little 4-inch cock. Were bothstanding there in the bushes behind his garage, naked from the waistdown, our cocks hard as rocks, jerking each other off. We shot ourloads almost together, first me, and this time it was even better thanthe first time, followed by at least 5 long spurts from Tommy thatsoared our at least 3 feet. As I talkedremaining story you can continue on www.papahaxx.com website
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