Lacto-Addict cum Sex Hound

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Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Son, Lactation, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: This is a continuation of the story 'Contemplating Mother', but can stand on its own. A man reminisces about his mother and their strange relationship from his teen years to adulthood. There may be a lactation theme, but denial is the point of the story. Nursing persists only as an excuse to indulge in more intimate pursuits.

I had been relating a story which began when I was 3 1/2 years old up to when I was 16. It was about the strange relationship I had had with my mother who initially allowed me to breast feed along with my my little sisters when I asked her if I could do that too. Later, at the age of about 10 years, I had gotten particularly horny and went to her bedroom and asked if I could "do that again," since she was still nursing the most recent arrival--the fifth since I had first asked her the same thing. It was on that occasion when I "accidentally" penetrated her vagina while squirming around on top of her while she let me suck her nipples.

I had only been trying to rub my penis on her like I had done when smaller since I had discovered that I could have wonderful sensations "down there" when doing it. Of course, now I could experience orgasms. I think she must have gone into shock and really didn't know what to do at the time. At the age of ten, I was a lot more aware of things and had even discovered masturbation, but had not planned on actually trying to do what happened. But, it happened and nothing came of it since it was not repeated. Life went on as usual.

About a year later, I began to ejaculate when masturbating and resorted to using socks to not make a mess on my bed or the floor. She discovered those socks in the back of one of my bureau drawers and decided to confront me with the fact and give me a lecture on the evils of such a habit. She sincerely believed all that crap about "going blind," or "losing my marbles" if I kept it up.

I was the only boy in a family with 11 girls. My mother, being a child of the 19th century and whose folks were deeply religious, had learned that masterbation would definitely do bad things to my mind and body. She was probably an expert in raising girls, but she knew little about what she should do in my case.

While she was chastizing me and warning me of all the terrible things that would happen to me, she saw that I was completely unresponsive (I was so embarrassed that I couldn't talk), so brought up how she used to let me join a baby sister while nursing. I guess she saw that I was so upset that she needed to lighten up a little.

For the first time, I spoke indicating that I had loved to do that and wished I could still do it. Well, one thing led to another, and she decided to let me have access to her breasts again (she was still nursing my latest youngest sister). Again, I ended up on top of her and eventually my peter found its way back home. I remember saying while feeling so exhilarated that if I could do that all the time, I would never masturbate again.

Well, my mother must have seen the solution to my problem--just let her son nurse and he would be OK. For whatever reason, we were both ignoring what was really going on. I ignored it because I somehow realized that I must only refer to what we were doing as breast feeding and nothing else. The fact that my penis was lodged in her vagina during "nursing," was not to be brought up. She would frequently come to my room to "tuck me in" thereafter.

When I was 16, I asked for and got an operation to circumsize my penis. That created a hiatus in our sessions. After a few months, I had returned to masturbating into socks again, and she duly found them. Without repeating all that, I will only say that this got us back on track even though she was no longer producing milk. It made no difference since the major consideration was to save my health.

Although it didn't happen every night, we would have the sessions often enough to keep me fairly chaste in the masturbation department. I think she was checking my bureau drawers to see if I was keeping my end of the deal, so I would use toilet paper when I just couldn't keep my hand away from it. In those days, kleenex and deoderants were still not normal household items.

I remember Ponds being something women would use under their arms and had been sneaking into my sisters' rooms to swipe some for myself. We had a shower downstairs, but only a bathtub upstairs so I normally only took a bath, not a shower, each day. My farm chores had increased, I was still involved in sports, and had not yet ceased to spend a lot of time on art.

Going back to when I was 9 or 10 years old, I remember doing an extensive illustration of Gulliver's Travels. I had received the whole adult version of the book writtern by Swift from one of my older sisters. As Gulliver travelled to all the different kingdoms, I found it loaded with sex. But, I was initially doing the portion about Lilliput. When I got to the point where Gulliver saved their burning city by pissing on it, I went to my mother to ask her how I should illustrate that aspect without drawing his penis since I knew people would object to that.

She suggested I just show his spread legs with a stream of urine pouring down onto the fires as if the observer were standing behind Gulliver. She was not afraid to talk to me about that sort of thing or answer any of my questions. Again, she was an honest, loving, and caring mother who was trying to raise her boy to be open, honest, and safe from certain aspects of sexuality. She simply was working on the basis of many old wives' tales in regard to sex.

I think she was under the impression that males needed to have their libidos relieved (she did have twelve kids), and that it should only happen in the act of intercourse. How she could imagine that ejaculation through masturbation instead of intercourse was detrimental to the body and mind, I don't know. I guess when she first told me about how it had turned the brother of one of her friends into an idiot, I must admit that it gave me a lot to think about when I got those urges. So, for a time, I made sure I had those ejaculations (once I started to have them) only in her while I was "nursing."

While all of this sounds incredible, I should mention that what may appear to be very bad when first done will eventually lose its sinful or guilt laden aspect after continuous repetition. This occurred with me in regard to masturbation and I think it must have occurred to her in regard to our "nursing" sessions. While we were both constrained to not admit what was happening, I believe that in the back of her mind she was thinking that my ejaculations were healthy ones when with her. She must have justified it from the standpoint of saving me from perdition. Again, she was brought up in a different day and age.

But, as I got older, I began to have guilty feelings since I figured I was taking advantage of my mother. It had slacked off somewhat by the time I was 18, and only when I just had to have that "feeling" of her cunt surrounding my rampant penis did I approach her. Only because we had done it so much were we able to ignore what it must have looked like with her lying down while her nearly six foot son nursed on her dried up breasts and eventually ending up in her vagina. Once there, all pretense of sucking tits disappeared and we simply went at it. It was always in the missionary position, and we never kissed. I still didn't know a hell of a lot about a vagina other than that it felt SO GOOD to be in one.

Our sessions never were over with just one fuck. And, I'm sorry now that I didn't know more about the female genitals since only on occasion did she react to show she was having pleasure. But, I never recall her vagina being other than wet. The lips were huge and my groin would squash them apart so that my pubic area and balls got wet. Her hole was tight enough (well, it was the only one I knew) but I had to go long and deep to feel that grip.

Every now and then her cunt would go crazy and squeeze my penis which I now know was its reaction to an orgasm. She would talk to me while we fucked about almost anything, but always asked if I had been good and refrained from self-abuse. I guess it was that inevitable question that made me start to think that I was the bad person in all of this since the nursing sessions were to keep me from doing that.

I was a senior in high school and had to start thinking about going on to college. Believe it or not, but I was very shy around girls. I knew better than to try anything like that when on a date. But, I had very few dates and even my father became concerned that maybe I was not like all the other boys. Other boys would brag about how they were banging this or that girl, but I never believed them. As far as that stuff was concerned, what I had done with my mother was not the same. I knew my situation was VERY unusual, and NEVER ever breathed a word about it to a soul.

You may have wondered how I fared with all those sisters in my family. Yes, I did fantasize about some of them (but not like I did other girls), but was afraid to approach any of them in regard to sex. A couple of them approached me when I was middle aged and there had been some wrestling fun when we were little, but I already had an outlet for my libido.

Later, I did go to college in a town far enough away that I could not stay at home. I came home on some weekends. My mother was very concerned that I would fall back into that habit when away from her for long periods. So, she would be the one to initiate the sessions when I would come home for a weekend. There were no socks for her to check to verify my "clean living."

I really got into the college scene and actually enjoyed going to classes. I had discovered that I had a talent for languages and decided to major in them. Prior to that time, I had fallen in love with flying and thought to do that in the military. So, I became involved in an NROTC program which would provide me with a commission upon graduation.

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