Originally By Mark...

(Below this is the intro that went with the 2008 posting of my re-write of the story ... The original author, Mark, read it, contacted me, complimented my version and gave me its background, telling me that it was a true story but it only happened once.

(( I forget where I originally copied this story from and who actually wrote it but I saw that it had potential, rewrote it and posted it on this site. ))

I re-wrote and posted the story in 2008, on the same site that it was originally posted on ... I thought the story had great potential but it had a very low rating because it wasn’t that well written.

I was later contacted by Mark, the original writer. Mark told me that it was a true story and only happened that one time. He said they went back home the next day and never spoke of it again. He also said that he liked my version a lot better than what he’d written. This story was my first post on any site. It eventually had nearly two million reads and was still rated at a little over 93% when I took it down. I could have spent more time on the re-write but it’s quite a bit more readable than the original version was. It’s A Fictionalized True Story of Incest between a Teen Male and his hot pussy Mom. Needless to say, Mark’s name isn’t Mark and his last name isn’t included because his Dad never knew that Mark spent that night pumping his meat into his mom.

The story you’ll be reading is what I deleted (along with ALL my stories) in early 2011, when the moderators of the site I was using decided that it was their duty to dictate what authors were allowed to post and what their readers were allowed to read. I was the first of several other writers who pulled all of our stories from their site to protest such a preposterous and high handed presumption of authority. It took a year and some heavy blows to their heads (figuratively) and, for a short time, it appeared that they smartened up. (But ... we were wrong. They’re DNAssholes and we should have known, as everyone does, that assholes do NOT smarten up ... EVER. They not only went back to imposing their bullying bullshit but they deleted thousands of excellently written, highly rated stories from their years of archived stories by authors long gone ... People need to wake up and realize that Liberalism is Socialism and that tolerating and accepting their Political Correctness is Social Suicide. Their rule is: only the Politically Correct gets to say what they think.

SSB

It was January 1985 and I was your normal almost 16 year old ... always full of energy and ready to do anything fun and exciting. At nearly six feet tall, one of my favorite things to do was hiking and camping in the mountains, near our home. Ever since I was born, my mom, dad and I have taken trips up into the mountains to hunt & fish. We’d spend days camped in a tent next to our favorite lake ... most times without seeing another human being. But this year we didn’t get to take our usual trip because dad was working six days a week. All year long, I’d looked forward to the trip and Mom could tell that I was really depressed about not going.

Mom and I have always been very close. She wakes me up and puts me to bed every night with a hug and a kiss. She’s an attractive woman but I’d never specifically focused on her in a sexual way. Don’t get me wrong though because, like most boys, I’ve sometimes made a special effort to catch an occasional peek at her when she’s changing or getting out of the shower. About two months before the ‘incident’ that I’m about to tell you about, I’d been lucky and gotten a good two or three minute look at her while she was drying her hair after her shower. I was looking just as the towel she had wrapped around her came loose and fell to the floor. She didn’t bother to pick it up so I got a long and lingering view of her naked body. I could see that she had a very nice figure with firm, perky tits and a sexy, well rounded ass. Her pussy was covered with a soft and delicious looking pelt of jet black hair that gave me a violent hard on. She’s not fat and not skinny ... just healthy looking and in good shape. Her long black hair and green eyes are a family trait that all the women in our family have. I guess I’d say she was average height and weight.

It was Friday morning and I was eating my breakfast when mom came into the kitchen and dropped a little surprise on me.

“Good morning, sweetheart!” she smiled at me as I sat there in my depression.

In acknowledgement, I answered” Hey mom”.

In a cheery voice, she asked, “What would you say if I told you that you and I were going to the mountains this weekend?”

It took a few seconds for what she said to sink in and then I exclaimed, “Are you serious?” I was suddenly so excited that I about pissed myself.

“Yes, I’m serious. I know your dad won’t be able to come, because he’s working six days a week, but I figure you and I could still have a pretty good time without him. What do you say?”

“I say I’m going to go pack right now!” I jumped up, without finishing my breakfast, kissed her on her cheek and took off for my room.

“We can leave as soon as you get your things together.”, she shouted up the stairs. I was dressed, packed and ready to go in less than 10 minutes. As I carried my gear downstairs I saw that mom had already packed her things and had them sitting by the door. We loaded them into the car and off we went.

Being that we live so far north and it was the middle of January, it was blistering cold outside. Not quite freezing, but still in the low 40s. It’d be colder in the mountains but perfect camping weather.

After a three hour drive, we got to the spot where we always park our car. We got out, gathered our equipment and had a quick bite to eat, before we started the five hour hike to where we do our camping. It’s a long hike but the view of the peaceful lake and beautiful surrounding mountain wilderness is its own reward. My mom may be 38 but she’s in good shape and can carry her own share of the gear. We’d packed pretty light ... just a small tent, sleeping rolls, cooking supplies, the clothes we were wearing and fishing gear. Everything was tucked neatly into our backpacks. My rifle was slung over my shoulder, just in case we ran into an aggressive animal.

We’d been hiking for about 4 hours when the sky quickly became overcast with dark, heavy clouds. It was close to 4 in the afternoon and it looked like we were going to get rained on so we moved up the hill until we found a small nearly level spot to set up a camp. We still had another hour to hike before we got to our favorite fishing spot but now we’d have to wait till morning.

Just as we set our packs down, it started to rain and, almost immediately, the rain became a cold, drenching downpour. The temperature was near freezing so our wet hands were soon hurting from the cold. By the time we got the tent set up, our clothes were were completely soaked and neither of us had a dry spot on us. Wet to the bone, cold and shivering, we ducked into the tent and collapsed on the tent floor. In this downpour, there was no way that we were going to be able to start a fire, to warm up and dry out. That’s when we discovered that, in our frenzy to get the tent set up, mom’s sleeping roll came up missing. I ducked outside and did a quick look-around but it must have been washed down the hillside. Now there was only mine and it was the only thing we had that was remotely dry.

In a shivering voice, mom said “Turn around for a minute, honey. I’m going to strip these wet clothes off and get into the sleeping bag to try and warm up.” I swiveled around and listened as she undressed and plopped her wet clothes in a pile in the corner of the tent. Any other time, I’d have

loved sneaking a peek at her naked body but, as I stood there freezing my balls off, I didn’t even think about turning to look. As soon as she was undressed, she crawled into the down-filled sleeping bag and told me to do the same.

She could tell I was a little reluctant and said, “Come on. Get those wet clothes off and get in here. You’re going to get pneumonia. I’ll close my eyes. Hurry!”

As I stripped down to my underwear it dawned on me that I was about to get into a one person sleeping bag with my naked mother. I wasn’t sure if it was the cold that was making me shake or the thought of getting next to her naked body. I looked down and saw her staring up at me, “Hurry up and take those wet shorts off, too! The only way we’re going to survive this night is with our body heat.”

I knew that she was right. We were both experienced enough to know how to survive and, at this altitude, I knew that the temperature would drop into the teens, or lower, by midnight. I quickly slid my wet shorts off and tossed them on the pile with our other clothes. She unzipped the bag and in the little light that was available, I saw her full tits, with their hard nipples staring back at me. She slid over as much as she could but the bag was built for only one person. As I slid into the bag, I had my back to her because the last thing I wanted was to have her feel my dick rubbing down the entire length of her body but the problem was that there was no way we could fit, this way.

“Hold on a second.” she said, as she flipped over onto her side, facing away from me. “There. Now get in next to me, facing me.” It really was the only way we would fit together in the sleeping bag. I still had a hard time getting into the bag and literally had to grab hold of her to pull myself down into it.

Just as I’d feared, my dick was pressing into her upper back! I wasn’t hard (thank God) because I was way too cold. She didn’t say anything as I moved further down into the bag with my dick and balls dragging against her back the whole time. As my dick reached her butt I got quite a surprise. I’d assumed that she’d kept her panties on. I was wrong. My cold wet dick was sliding down the crack of her ass. After zipping the bag up, I pulled back to get my cock out of her ass crack and it dropped between us. She giggled, some ... to try to lighten the mood, I guess.

“I’m sorry mom” I said softly. I was finally all the way in the bag but now my cock was pressed against the soft, firm left cheek of my mother’s ass.

“Don’t be silly. It’s my own fault that my sleeping roll got washed away and who cares if we don’t have clothes on. You don’t have anything that I haven’t seen before. Right?” She was still shivering badly.

“I guess you’re right.” I said. I ran my hand up and down her arm and shoulder trying to warm her up. She reached around, grabbed my hand and pulled it across her chest. My heart skipped a beat as she placed it right between her tits. She said, “Hold me tight against you. It’s the only way we’ll get warm.” So I did. (Gladly)

I began rubbing my hand all over her cold chest. I tried to not be too obvious about it, but every now and then I’d cup her entire breast in my hand. I was running my hand all over her, from her neck down to her lower belly and back up. I was still pressed tightly against the full length of her body, as we lay there spooned against each other. After about 20 minutes, she finally stopped shivering so much but told me to keep holding her. I was still running my hand up and down her front and I noticed that every time my hand passed over her tits, her nipples were still hard as rocks. Several times she twitched, as my spread fingers rippled over them. A couple of times, my hand accidentally (truly) went a little too low on her belly and made contact with her pubic hair. I was still chilly but I was starting to have the time of my life. That is, until something started to stir down below. I stopped rubbing her and froze.

My dick was getting hard! “Oh my God!” I thought. She’s going to freak out. My dick was swelling and getting harder by the second. A few seconds later, it was pushing firmly against her ass cheek, which was still wet but warmer, now. Even though it wasn’t yet five in the afternoon, I was hoping that she was asleep and wouldn’t notice that I’d developed a hard on. With no room to move away from her, it was trapped between us. She shifted a little and said, “Sorry, honey, but there isn’t any more room.”

I was so freaked out, at this point. So much for her being asleep. She was awake and there was no question that she could feel my hard-on! I knew that this was going to be a very long night. “It’s ok mom” I nervously said, “I’m gonna try to go to sleep”. “Good idea, honey.” she said as she patted my hand, which was now resting right below her tits. One of them was actually lying over my fingers. She shifted a little and my now stiff dick slid up and over her ass cheek, ending up in the crack of her ass, again, but this time it wasn’t soft or cold. That actually felt more comfortable but it also made me get even harder. There was no place for me to go. I couldn’t back away from her and I couldn’t turn over. I was stuck there with my full hard on gradually pressing deeper between the warm, soft cheeks of my mother’s ass.

After five minutes of torture, I guess she could tell I was having a hard time going to sleep. I felt her reach back and pat my hip. “Honey, you know that’s completely normal, right?” My eyes about popped out of my skull, like a cartoon character. “Yeah mom, but this is a little embarrassing!” I blurted out. She laughed and said, “Don’t be silly. You’re a guy! It just happens.” There was a brief silence and then she asked, “Would it be more comfortable if it wasn’t pinned between us?”

I thought about that for a second and had no idea what she had in mind so I said, “Maybe.” She moved up in the bag, slightly, and, as best as she could, she spread her thighs open and arched her back. That pushed her ass back against me and, at the same time, made it slide up toward the head of my trapped hard on. Before I knew what was going on, the head had slid down far enough to drop below her ass crack but, now that it had more room, it went straight out from my body and jutted right between her opened thighs ... right at her cunt!! She lowered her leg over it and said, “There. Is that better?”

I didn’t answer but it was fucking fantastic!! Now I don’t have a small dick by any means. At the time, it was a little over nine and a half inches and fairly thick. And right then, all nine and a half inches was longer and thicker than it had ever been!! It was firmly nestled between my mother’s warm wet thighs and was actually in direct contact with her warm, hairy pussy. I could feel her cunt hairs touching and tickling my cockhead. This was more comfortable but it was feeling way too damned good for me to be able to ignore where it was.

Another five minutes passed and my breathing kept getting faster. I started rubbing her stomach and up her chest to her neck. On the way back down I deliberately flicked my fingers over her nipples and shifted my hips a little, pressing my dick deeper between her thighs. I could tell that the head was sticking out past the front of her cunt and was beginning to seep a lot of pre-cum.

Another minute passed and then my mother said something I’ll never forget. “Honey, if you need to release yourself, go ahead. I think it’s the only way we’ll get any sleep tonight. I don’t mind. I know it happens.”

I about blew my load right there. “MOM!!” I said, “There’s no way! I’m sorry this happened but it will go away.” I knew I was lying to myself and so did she.

“Look, you’re your father’s son. I know him and I know you. Neither of us will sleep with you in this condition so just do it. I don’t mind.” Besides, we’re going to need all of our energy tomorrow.” She ran her hand up and down my hip and pressed her ass into me.

I knew she was right. Tomorrow was going to be an exhausting day, especially if this rain freezes. And there’s no way I’m going to be doing any sleeping with this huge hard-on. Reluctantly, I said, “OK mom, if you’re sure you don’t care ... but I’m going to need therapy after this weekend.”

She laughed out loud and said, “No, I don’t care ... seriously. Just do what you gotta do and let’s get some sleep.” She was holding onto my thigh and applying pressure to pull me toward her.

That was all the convincing I needed and I started grinding against her ... slowly sliding my dick back and forth between her wet thighs with my balls pressing against the back of them, each time I pushed back forward. My hand was applying more pressure, as I slid it across her stomach and back up to her tits. To my surprise, she tried to help by slowly grinding her ass back to meet my forward thrusts. By now my precum was flowing freely so, in no time, my dick and her thighs were slick with it’s wetness. My fingers flicked over her nipples again and I heard her gasp. I got brave and took her tit fully in my hand and then started taking longer strokes ... pumping a little faster and harder.

That’s when fate came knocking.

I guess it was inevitable, but I didn’t really expect what happened. With the pumping back and forth and my dick and her thighs getting more slippery, my dick slid up and did a full length slide between the lips of her very wet pussy! She gasped and her whole body shuddered. I stopped moving. My hand froze on her tit. Nothing was said for a few seconds. By the amount of heat that was coming from her pussy, I could tell she was really turned on. It was very hot and she was very wet. “Honey, please don’t stop. I know you were almost finished. Just finish and let’s get to sleep. It’s ok, I promise.”

;

I started again and immediately realized that I was now sliding my meat back and forth between the hot slippery lips of my mother’s cunt. After three or four passes, she was squeezing them tight and moving with me!! Her warm, soaking wet pussy was secreting loads of her slippery cock lubricating juice! She began making ‘fuck me’ sounds and I was soon picking up the intoxicating scent of her sex ... and it was driving me nuts. I pinched her nipple softly and heard her let out a long low moan. The rock hard head of my dick was sliding over her clit and cunt opening, ending up sticking out 3 inches past the front of her cunt on my in strokes and I could feel the cap catch on her swollen clit, as it slid back over it. It was making her quiver and secrete even more pussy juice. Her movements were matching mine ... becoming more forceful and demanding. She was arching her back, to push her clit down so it would make better contact with the head of my cock.

I could feel the cum boiling in my balls and I fought to keep from cumming. This was too good and I needed to get control of myself. Otherwise, I knew I was going to cum too fast and it’d be over.

Then mom said something that hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Honey stop for a second.” I did.

“If you release like your father does there’s going to be a lot of your stuff, right?”

I panted my answer, “Yeah, I suppose so.” I just knew she was having second thoughts. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“Oh no, please don’t stop now. But I do have one thing to ask of you and it might sound very selfish of me.” she said.

OK, now I’m curious. “What is it mom? I’ll do anything you want.”

“Well, I’d rather not have to sleep in a puddle of your stuff tonight so, if it’s ok with you, as long as you’re going to ... um release your stuff ... would you do it inside me? I know it’s a horrible thing to ask but put yourself in my position.”

She was trying to sound matter-of-fact and as if she was making a reasonable request but I knew better. She wanted me to fuck her! I almost blacked out. Right now, there was nothing in the world I’d love more than to sink my cock into her and fuck her bowlegged. Though she’d made it sound like a reasonable request, she’d really told me that she wanted me to fuck her and cum inside of her pussy! I’m not much of an actor but I tried to make it sound like I seemed a little distressed and unsure of doing it. After a proper hesitation, I said, “Um, sure mom. If you want me to, I guess so. I guess I wouldn’t want to sleep in it either.”