Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Incest, Mother, Son, Anal Sex, Squirting, Cream Pie,
Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Mother seducing her son over the net
I am Mary Lawson, thirty-nine, married to David for almost twenty years now, mother to Rick who had just turned nineteen. I don't know what to say, as I'm very confused. After almost two decades of a happy and blissful marriage, I had suddenly realized that I had fallen in love again, and that to a man much younger to me. Further, to make the matter worse, the man of my romantic dreams is none other than my own teenage son.
My feeling towards my son, Rick, had nothing to do with a motherly love; a mother has for her son. In contrast, I desperately want him between my thighs, thrusting his rigid love tool deep into my willing receptacle, driving my wild with joy and ecstasy. I badly want to feel his naked body lying next to me, his hands caressing my slightly plump body, his fingers pinching my pendulous tits and exploring the puffy lips of my hairy sex.
I'm troubled, because even after my best efforts, I'm not able to get rid of my incestuous feelings towards my son. When it started, I was shocked, and I was in continuous state of self-bashing. I spent numerous nights crying with disgust, cursing myself for my perverted thoughts. I prayed to God to help my. Time and again, I resolved to overcome my depraved emotions.
However, I know that I'm fighting a losing battle. My incestuous thoughts remained very potent and after every brief stint of remorseful abstinence, the fantasies came back more strongly, overwhelming even my toughest resolve.
I'm aware of the risks; my actions could bring on my family, and in particular to myself. I know very well what could happen if my husband came to know about my feelings. My married life would be ruined permanently, and I might become a pariah for rest of my life.
Yet, I'm not able to do away with my incestuous thoughts. Probably, I enjoy dreaming about my son, and I think that I'm slowly getting accustomed to live with my thoughts. The sense of shame and guilt is slowly receding and I must admit that I'm more than wiling to succumb to the forbidden temptation. I've given my resistance, and now I enjoy my lewd thoughts about my own son.
Now, I regularly fantasize about Rick while masturbating. I think of Rick plowing his tool deep into my pussy, causing my body to writhe with delight. I dream of Rick's slick tongue slurping my cunt; his lips nibbling my clit, his hot breath burning my pussy lips. It simply drives my head to spin with joy. No surprise that I draw immense pleasure out of it; I relished the terrific orgasms, every time it induced into my body.
Although, I've let my incestuous emotions overwhelmed me, yet at times I get very confused. My transformation from a simple stay at home mom to a horny slut didn't happen in just one day. Just six months back, I was a dedicated housewife to my husband David and a loving mother to my only son. My marriage had already entered into its twentieth year, and most of the time my relationship with my husband was excellent. David was a good husband; a good father and he did everything to make us happy. Perhaps, I think, he overdid it.
I was only nineteen, when I got married to David. David's parents were old friend of my father, and David and I knew each other from the very childhood. When I was into my teens, David family moved into my neighborhood; and our families met again after a very long gap.
I was a wild young teenager. I must admit humbly that I was one of the most sought after girl in the class. I had a steady boyfriend who had just introduced me to the joy of carnal pleasure. I had immensely enjoyed the feel of a cock inside my pussy, a solid rigid love tool, sloshing through my wet opening.
During my first encounter, my boyfriend, who was also facing his first fuck, was so excited by my naked charm that he ejaculated while he was trying to enter my twat. That was the first time, when I saw a rigid male organ, naked and throbbing, spewing drop after drop of hot seed onto my soft bush and belly.
I was little disappointed by his failure; still I loved the experience and was eager to explore the boundless horizons of sexual pleasure. I enjoyed the feel of hot sticky cum meshing into my black bush. We fucked again on a number of occasions. Somehow I got a feeling that my boyfriend was not very good in bed; he left me disappointed every time. I was looking forward for more fulfilling sex and I was ready to dump him. That was the time, when David's family moved into our neighborhood.
The very first day when I met David, I knew that I would not be screwing my boyfriend anymore. All of a sudden, the man of my dreams was changed, and soon I realized that I was in love with David.
I thing, David was also bowled over by my innocent charm as within a week after our first meeting, he asked me for a date. I was simply dying to hear from him. I readily agreed and our affair blossomed. We dated for a while before we started having sex.
David was a terrific lover and I enjoyed his animal energy. I reveled in the feel of the rhythmic plundering of his massive cock into my slick tight cunt. David has a huge cock, matching perfectly to his well built six two frame. Even though my cherry was already popped, I cried with pain as his cock first entered my dripping pussy. However, the pain was soon replaced by a deep sense of exhilaration, and I went on enjoying my first true fuck tremendously.
By the time, he released his load into my pussy; I knew in my heart that I was addicted to the newfound pleasure, I was addicted to feeling a solid massive cock ramming into my pussy.
David was five year senior to me, and was about to complete his graduation in economics. When he completed his graduation, we wasted no time and immediately got married.
We had planned our honeymoon in a small little hilly town in Alps. Later we recalled it jokingly that it was not needed at all, as we remained locked inside our hotel room through out our stay, and did nothing else than fucking our brains out. We seldom moved out of our hotel and didn't visit any place at all. As a result, when I returned home, I was already pregnant with Rick.
Next two years, while I gave birth to Rick and looked after him; David completed his postgraduate in management. He immediately got a good job and the starting salary was excellent. We were looking into a great future. From a small suburban town, David and I moved to a big metropolitan city.
I should say that I had an excellent marital life, with lots of love and plenty of sex. Both of us always enjoyed sex and never missed any single opportunity to jump into each other pants. David was very efficient in bed, and with his brutal strength, he always did his best to keep my perennially horny pussy in satiated condition.
Our sexual life had a lot of petting, caressing, copulations but it lacked on innovation. David had a fixed idea about sex, for him the sex was restricted to filling his massive organ into my cunt, and pumping it savagely and shooting his load deep into it, and no doubt he was extremely good at it. However, he was not open to any kind of oral simulation or any other such experimentation. Consequently, he never let me suck his cock, and he himself never went down on my; he never tongued my pussy.
I was more liberal in my thoughts. On isolated occasions when I got a chance to watch a porn movie with David, I was tempted to explore some of the techniques shown in those movies. However, David had a different opinion, it was not for the decent people to indulge in such activities, only whores would do things like that. I had to control my emotions, and I never asked him what I wanted.
Both, David and I were from religious and orthodox families, and such things were unheard in our families. I had never discussed sex with my parents. I never knew whether my parent actually had sex to produce my siblings and I. However, I always had a wild curiosity and I was always tempted to do little nasty things.
I don't want to say that my sex life was unsatisfactory, at least until last few years. Our initial ten years or so were really excellent. David enjoyed fucking me, always eager to ram his massive organ deep into my welcoming cunt, pump it with his brutal strength and to make me cry with rapture. He never gave me a reason to complain.
Together with our life, David's career also blossomed. He changed a number of jobs and finally, joined a company at the level of general manager.
One day David announced that he was quitting his job and setting up his own industry. He got loan from the bank, and started his own little workshop. He had the knowledge and good contacts at right places because of his earlier jobs. As a result, his venture flourished and soon, he became a successful businessman. We purchased a new apartment; a big eight-floor apartment situated tall building overlooking the sea. We shifted to our new accommodation. I could now sit in my balcony in the evenings, feeling the gentle breezes from the sea. I could now jog at the seaside in the mornings, a dream that was so cherished by me for so many years.
Success always comes with a price and ours too had its price. The first casualty was our sex life. David became more and more busy, sometimes working fourteen to sixteen hours a day. He became obsessed with success and that made him completely oblivious of his wife and his growing son, who was now in his puberty.
The frequency of our sexual encounter reduced drastically. Almost everyday David would return very late at nights from his factory, exhausted and dead tired. After dinner he would immediately go to sleep, sometimes even without talking with me.
Initially, I was sympathetic to him. I could appreciate his busy schedule and felt that after all he was doing it for us. His business was new and it certainly required time and utmost dedication from him. I tried to keep myself busy with my son, who was fast growing into handsome teenager. I looked after his studies, and his other requirements that a teenager needed from his family.
However, I was missing the sex and I didn't like it. From the very first day, when I lost my maidenhood, I had adored sex. Soon, I started feeling the pinch of it. My sex-starved body started showing the signs of it. I became more and more frustrated, and that resulted in numerous heated arguments with David. Most of the time, he was empathic and we reconciled, but his priorities had changed and after some day of restraint, he would again go back to his old ways.
I was also not happy that David had stopped exercising and as a result he was bulging on all sides. I had reminded him many times, more especially during our occasional lovemaking. But, he didn't have time for anything other than his schedules and targets.
Finally, I realized the futility of our altercations and resigned to my fate. I still loved David and I cared for him. I was entering into my thirty-ninth year. I diverted my attention to my son, who had turned into a fine looking young man, a complete replica of the man whom I had loved twenty years ago. He was a regular participant in sports activity and he had developed a passion for bodybuilding.
He had developed a small gym in his room. On many occasions, I watched him working in his gym, with only his shorts over his body. I could recall the strange feelings of arousal; I used to have, while watching his seminude body working with weights. I could not comprehend the reason for those feelings, but I loved to feast on Rick's well-toned muscular body.
After celebrating my thirty-fifth birthday, I realized that I was putting on weight. It was the worst nightmare for a woman like me; who was known for her beauty and delicate figure. Within a year I was no more delicate and curvaceous beauty. My older clothes were no more fitting to my.
I could now see in the mirror, a puffier face, swelled thighs and tummy. I was aghast. I was always admired for my exquisite beauty, and the sudden realization that I was no more a beautiful woman, was certainly devastating. I tried to lose weight by exercising and dieting, but failed miserably.
Soon, I discerned that exercising was not my forte, and after some time, I gave it up. I continued only with morning jogs, at least that could keep me fit. I could draw solace from the fact that I was still plagued by numerous second stares, whenever I was out shopping. I was aware of people stopping and trying to steal a second glance at me. That was more than better for a chubby woman in my late thirties; nonetheless, deep within I remained miserable.
Rick had completed his schooling. I was proud that he was good at studies and got admission in undergraduate program in engineering. His college was about hundred miles from our apartment. He wanted to shift to a nearby accommodation, but on my insistence he continued staying with us.
Rick would leave the house early in the morning and would return only by the evening, leaving me alone in our big apartment for the complete day. It was only during the weekends, that he would get some time to be with me. David remained busy with his deadlines, even during the weekends and holidays.
I was frustrated to the core. I was lonely and I didn't like it. That was the first time, when the idea of having an extramarital affair crept into my mind. At first thought, I felt outrageous and immediately rejected it. But, the idea lingered on into my subconscious, though I never deliberated about it.
Rick seemed vaguely aware of my predicament. He had always been a great help to me and we immensely enjoyed each other's company. One day I told him that I'm bored and want to do something, may be some job or something like that. We discussed it at length. Due to in hurry to marry David I had not completed my studies and after being a stay at home mom for so many year I was hesitant to take up a simple job.
Rick came up with an idea. He advised that I should to learn computer.
That way I could utilize my free time and remained at home. He introduced my to computers and especially to the Internet. He took great pains in explaining basic things to my. He taught my how to use a mouse, how to work with windows, how to connect to the Internet and how to open a mail id and use it. He created a mail id for my. I had not used computers before and I seemed a fantastic idea.
With his help, I started using computer. Initially, I fumbled with the new technology; computers were not so common, when I was a student. Nevertheless, I turned out to be an apt learner and in a short span, I developed a knack for computers. I started using it with ease and slowly became more and more confident. I found it a good release and started spending hours before my son's personal computer. David was especially happy, as I had stopped complaining.
I found Internet very fascinating and started spending hours online, mostly writing mails and chatting. Almost regularly, I chatted with my son and husband, when they were away. Rick was careful enough to drop me a line or two, every now and then, just to keep my mailbox full.
I also made some online friends; that kept my pretty busy during my free time. I vented my frustration to my new hobby; and little by little I got addicted to the net.
Like it happens to all Internet users, the Internet introduced my to the world of Internet sex. Although, I was vaguely aware of it; I didn't try to fiddle with any such idea initially. Rick had warned my about spams and had advised my not to waste my time on them. He advised me to immediately delete such mails as they might contain viruses.
In the beginning, I religiously followed his instructions. However, as I got confident, I started exploring the different facets of the cyber world. Once out of curiosity, I clicked on one such mail. Immediately, a new page opened on the screen, showing gorgeous naked girls displaying their genitals in the most lewd manner. I was stunned to see it, and closed the page right away.
I shut down my computer; nonetheless, the nude figures of those beautiful naked models continued dancing before my eyes. Suddenly, my frustration was back with an overwhelming ferocity. I didn't have had any sex with my husband for last two months, and I was longing to feel a male cock ravishing my horny pussy.
I sat in front of the computer trying to resist the temptation, but, my horniness failed my, and I finally succumbed to the enticement. I restarted the computer, reconnected to the net and opened my mailbox. Again, I clicked on the link to open the same page, I had been watching last time.
This time the visual didn't shock my; I was prepared for it. Leisurely, I scanned through the page, enjoying the nude girls and their displays. Then, I clicked to another link given at the bottom of the page, opening a new page with more visuals, showing naked men and women having sex in all possible manners.
I was extremely exited. Unknowingly, my free hand traveled to my pussy. I gently rubbed it, through the material of my gown. I had a strange feeling. I loved the feel of my finger over my pussy. I had never masturbated before.
My every notion changed that day, as my fingers didn't stop at the hem. My fingers entered inside my gown, even inside my panties. I felt my soft curly bush and tender pussy lips. I realized that I was dripping wet. My fingers rubbed my pussy lips, and for the first time, I played with my pussy. The feeling was of pure delight. There was no guilt, just an overwhelming sense of ecstasy.
My eyes were glued to the screen, continuously displaying men and women indulging in every sort of sexual activities. I watched pictures of women having cocks in our every holes, men shooting their cum into those pretty faces and open mouths, and I excitedly watched them slurping the white gluey fluid sticking to their partners' cocks and to their own faces. I was fascinated and deep in my heart; I ached to feel a cock into my mouth.
I continued browsing page after page. I wasn't concerned about the address of a particular site or the number of sites I visited that day. All I was interested in watching the pictures of men and women having sex.
My fingers continued playing with my pussy and clitoris. The trembling in my legs aggravated with every brush of my fingers over my swollen pussy, and soon the floodgate opened. I had brought myself to a thundering orgasm. My first masturbation became an unforgettable experience.
My journey to Internet sex had begun. I reveled in browsing newer sites day-by-day and masturbated while watching those lascivious pictures. I was fast transforming into a horny slut. I was also tempted to subscribe some of those sites, however, I was aware that David would immediately come to know if I uses my credit card. I was not interested in ruining my decent simple housewife image. I knew that David would certainly not going to enjoy the idea of his wife subscribing to some perverted services.
My euphoria didn't last long. Soon, I found that I was not able to draw enough excitement from those pictures. The effect was no longer as lasting as it was in the initial days. I got bored with the images, because most of the sites wouldn't change our web pages too frequently.
I wanted the stimulation that could linger on and on, even after shutting down the computer. I wanted something that I could visualize even when I was not using the computer, something, which I could use to stimulate my, while I lay naked on my bed, playing with my pussy. My search finally ended with the sites displaying erotic stories.
I found erotica very fascinating, and straight away I was hooked to it. I started reading those nicely written stories, the descriptions so vivid and live, that most of them felt like actually happening. It had enough ingredients to kindle my imagination, and even when I was not using the computer, those narration would became alive in my mind and my fingers would automatically reach for my pussy and started playing with my clit.
With every passing day, I became more and more daring. Firstly, I stopped wearing bra and panties, whenever I was alone at home, and later; I stopped putting any clothes altogether. I would sit in front of the computer completely naked, my eyes glued to the story on the screen, my fingers busy with my dripping pussy.
I loved the feel of my nakedness. As soon as, I was alone at home, I would simply shed all my clothes and roam around in the house completely nude.
Whenever, I was alone; I would open a new story and got myself busy with the lively narratives on the screen, while my fingers play music with my cunt, taking my slowly to the most wonderful orgasm one after another. My frequency of self-indulgence increased manifold; on any particular day, I would finger myself to orgasm for three or four or even more number of times.
It was the time, when I got my first inkling about incest. For some unexplained reasons, I found incestuous stories more captivating than the stories in the other categories. One by one, I read most of them, brothers screwing their sisters, fathers fucking their daughters, mothers enjoying lustful relationships with their sons; uncles, aunts, nieces, nephews, all of them enjoying sex with each other, doing all sorts of nasty things and what not.
To my amazement, I realized that it was the mother son section, which I found the most titillating. The themes of horny moms getting screwed by their teenage sons were so enchanting, that it always gave me the most thunderous orgasm. I think, in a way, it was most convenient for me, to fantasize myself as the horny mothers depicted in those stories, getting fucked by their beloved sons.
I thought about getting fucked by Rick. My initial reaction to my lecherous thoughts involving my son was a disgustful repulsion. I was conscience-stricken for days. I was mortified, how could I even envisage myself having sex with my own son, the most forbidden relation between a mother and her son.
In spite of my nagging conscience, my incestuous thoughts toward my son continued, and rather intensified with time. Slowly, my resolve began to crumble. My wild side took over my and my resistance ceased and I succumbed to the most enthralling temptation of my life. I started masturbating while thinking of having sex with Rick. With the time, my fantasies involving Rick became more vivid and more kaleidoscopic.
I convinced myself mentally, that I was only dreaming, not actually doing anything with my son; thus my incestuous thoughts were no way going to harm anyone. Little did I know that it was the stepping-stone toward my full-fledged sexual relationship with my son?
Gradually, the feelings of guilt and shame were completely gone. My lewd thoughts were no longer a sin; it simply became my most sensuous fantasies, my most precious treasure. I derived extreme pleasure in fantasizing about doing every kind of vulgar things with my son, every time driving me to the most shattering orgasm. All the perceptions were changed, and to my amazement I realized that I actually wanted to screw my own son.