Chapter 1

The beginning of this story, which for all Puritans is extremely abnormal and sick, and for people with an open mind extremely erotic and loving, took place at the end of the eighties of the last century.

My mother’s parents are very hardworking and honest people who never enjoyed life, but only worked hard to educate their children and help them in life. That returned to them with many chronic diseases, so my mother and aunts decided to send them to the spa for a little longer recovery. Considering that they have a large property with many animals that require daily presence and work, it was difficult to convince them to go to the spa. Since mother and I are constantly helping them, our persuasive arguments were strong and they relented. It was mid summer, I was on my summer break, and my mother took a vacation.

As for me, I was an ordinary sixteen-year-old, tall with some pimples on my face. I’ve been going to the gym for a few months now and it shows. My mother is a beautiful woman of average height weighing a little over 60 kg. She has very nice and full breasts, not too big, with slightly wider hips and a full butt. At the age of 38, she can be proud of her appearance. Otherwise, she works in a strong local company as a salesman, so we don’t have any financial problems. She divorced my father 3 years ago and since then the two of us have been living in a two-room apartment alone. Mother has her own room with a double bed, I have mine with two single beds. My younger sister, who stayed with my father, comes to us regularly and she sleeps in my room.

My mother had a hard time bearing the divorce because she was brought up in a patriarchal manner and since then she turned to raising me and helping her parents and completely neglected her social life. She rarely went out, sometimes with my aunts (she has two sisters) or with one of her friends for a drink, almost never in the evening. I eavesdropped on conversations with her sisters when they convinced her to find a man, that she is still a young and beautiful woman, and she replied that she would not endanger me because I am at a sensitive age and I am too good a boy. That’s true, I was an exemplary boy, an excellent student who goes to competitions, I helped my mother with everything in the house, I went to my grandfather and grandmother’s farm whenever they needed me, I was helping my aunts and other relatives whenever they call...

The only bed thing was that I had a slightly dirtier imagination and was obsessed with sex, but no one knew that. It was nice to see my mother’s eyes glaze over when she looked at me, when I told her about my successes at school or when I helped someone in some business. Only sometimes I could see an absent look and a slight nervousness in her which I immediately treated with hugs and tenderness with which I showered her.

As my interest in sex grew, even in elementary school I started to acquire different erotic magazines, especially those with stories. By reading those erotic stories, I learned a lot about sex and women, so I began to better understand my mother’s mood swings. I realized that every normal woman needs sex and a man to function normally. One day I received a porn magazine from a friend in which I came across several incest stories. One mom and son story hit me like a bolt out of the blue and when I cum (I usually jerk off in the bathroom) I sprayed the mirror a meter away from my position. A little embarrassed and amazed, I decided not to read such stories anymore.

However, I began, perhaps subconsciously, to see my mother as a woman. Under my eye, I looked at her beautifully shaped calves, her delicate and white, impeccably clean, skin. When she crosses her legs, my eyes fly up her smooth thighs. She usually wore knee-length skirts to work, and at home she wore dressing gowns with only underwear underneath.

Unaware of my inappropriate looks, she was quite free to perform an erotic performance for me, or at least that’s how I perceived it. Not that I was completely inexperienced when it came to girls, but I still hadn’t had sex. I have had several relationships with girls my age, but they all ended with kisses and the eventual examination of the girls assets. It’s not that I didn’t try to go further, but the girls clearly set the limit. Who is to blame when I was attracted to beautiful, smart and educated girls.

Of course, I broke the promise I made to myself about reading incest stories so I started reading them again and even focused exclusively on the mother-son combination. Then my imagination went to work and I was thinking about how to try to get closer to mom. One day she came home tense and angry. Some problems at work that I had been hearing half-heartedly about, suddenly something occurred to me. She was sitting on a chair talking and gesticulating energetically when I got up, stood behind her and started massaging her shoulders and neck muscles. In a moment she became silent and started to purr like a cat. I continued the massage and extended it to her back. She squinted and enjoyed it. I could see that she really needed the touch of men’s hands. The smell of her body, the sounds she made slowly caused a reaction in me. As soon as I finished the massage, I kissed her on the cheek and quickly went to the bathroom, hiding my erection. When I calmed down a bit, I went out and met her at the door of the room dressed in a house dress. She thanked me for the massage, kissed me dangerously close to the mouth and told me that I always know what she needs.

Those words kept echoing in my head, so I was looking for an opportunity to go one step further and give her what she really needed. The next day I massaged her feet, her reaction was identical, and the smell of her feet caused me to have an erection again. This time I thought she noticed.

For a while it went like that until one event. It was Monday, I was in the afternoon class, which ended about 2 hours earlier than classes on other days. I was in a hurry to get home because I was hungry, so I ran out the door like a fury and ran into my mom, NAKED, in the corridor in front of the bathroom. Her large stunned eyes, my gaze on her naked body, the reaction was paralysis on both sides. In one second I saw her beautiful pussy, with a few brownish hairs, her wonderful round breasts, the harmonious body of a mature sexy woman. It felt like it was going on for hours, not just a few seconds, given how much detail I absorbed in that short period of time. She quickly turned around, giving me a view of her beautiful round, slightly bigger butt and ran into the bathroom. When she came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, I begun to apologize and reminded her that I had a block of classes, so I came earlier. Then she started apologizing to me for forgetting, and in the end I turned it into a joke, saying it’s a good thing that I ran in, and not our neighbor John (by the way, an 80-year-old lad) because he would have had a heart attack on the spot. The atmosphere lightened up, so we relaxed and continued with our daily activities.

If I previously jerked off thinking of girls from my neighborhood and school, women from porn magazines, since that event, the main star of my jerking sessions has become my mom. It’s as if my mother has become more relaxed with me, so she dresses more freely around the house, choosing shorter and lighter dresses while honoring me with an abundance of erotic displays.

Because of this, I started jerking off more often than usual and one day I went into the bathroom for an emergency session as soon as my mom came out the door to the neighbor’s for coffee after she had previously turned me on thoroughly by dusting and prancing around the house in a short summer dress. As soon as I took my solid, slightly thicker cock of about 18 cm in my hands, I heard the front door slam and at the same second the bathroom door opened (otherwise we never locked the bathroom). Again a replay of the situation from the corridor, only in this case I was the target of the scan. Within the two seconds it took, I saw my mom’s startled gaze glued to my stone erection and the stiffening of her nipples clearly outlined against her tight t-shirt. She closed the door faster than she opened it and started apologizing, talking through them, explaining to me how a relatives of the neighbor had come unannounced, so she didn’t want to intrude, and when she come in she wanted to pee. I got dressed and went out to stop her because she was already panicking. When I looked at her, she was all flushed and red in the face. I turned it into a joke again, now we’re tied, try imagine you ran into John. We roared with laughter, so I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, and she relaxed instantly.

From then on, there was such a strong sexual tension in the house that I felt like a crackling sound as if it were static electricity.

And now back to the beginning of the story. These were the events that took place just prior to our departure to the farm. The strange sequence of events was as if some higher power directed life so that what happened had to happen. In fact, everything was leading up to it.

A shock on the first day. We were doing chores around the house when we heard a noise coming from the direction of the pigpen.

Grandfather kept pigs in a fenced area of some 1/10 of acre. They had a covered part where they slept, a part where they dug, food was poured into their troughs, they had trees for shade, and they had plenty of water because a small stream passed through there. The pigs made a mud pit for themselves there, so they literally enjoyed the hot summer days. Since the grandfather had a sow that he was waiting to get into the estrus so he could call the vet to inseminate her, he separated her from the two boars, otherwise her two sons, which he left for slaughter.

When we ran up, it was immediately clear to us what was happening. One boar broke through the part of the fence that separated the sow from the boars. The other one was lying disinterestedly in the mud (I think grandfather cleaned him up). Now the intruder was walking around the sow, sniffing her, rubbing herself against her, and she grunted with approval. It’s not the first time this has happened, but before, Grandpa successfully solved it. He would take a peace of fence, give the boars a good beating, put back the fallen fence and boar never think of breaking it again. I once witnessed it, so I asked my mother if she wanted me to solve it like a grandfather was. She was quiet, blushing and focused on what was happening.

The boar was still petting the sow, going around her, sniffing her behind and grunting. The sow was rooted to the spot and answered with satisfaction. Then mom spoke for the first time.

- She knows he is her son. You can see how they love each other.

However, the sow seems to have gone into the estrus, and the boar has sensed it. After a few minutes of petting, the boar (who was half the size of the sow) jumps on the mother sow and starts to drop the drill, looking for the hole from which he came into this world. Following in parallel my mom leaning on the fence and the scene in front of us, I felt a stiffening in my underpants.