had gone to prison, only to be killed two years into his sentence during a riot. She didn’t particularly miss him but realised it would be hard for the boy.

As she was a sucker to her cute boy, she indulged in him anything he wanted, from toys, to outings, to letting friends come over and hang out. She used to even sleep with him at night when he was younger, as it was only the two of them, and she could only afford one bed. However, she knew he wanted his independence and scraped enough money to buy him one.

Despite this, he continued to sleep with her as a young child growing up and she was overjoyed that he chose to continue sleeping with her instead of spending those nights lonely. Mind you, when he had been growing up, it had just simply been innocent sleep.

This all changed when the boy was 13. As such with humans, he began to go through those certain changes that make a man out of him. Nonetheless, he retained his cuteness and to his mother’s constant delight, he still slept at nights with her, quite innocently.

This all changed one particular night. Delilah had hit the sack early, having been worn out from work. She allowed her son, George, to stay up later just so long as he didn’t disturb her coming into bed. She had been resting for a few hours before she heard the door creak open. Bless him; at least he tried to keep his vow, the cute bugger.

The boy quietly tiptoed his way to the bed and slipped under the covers. After a little bit of initial turning, he remained on his side, facing his mother and began nodding off.

Delilah had been awakened now, but she was too soft to scold her adorable little boy for waking her up. She had already had a good few hours sleep before he had arrived. She turned her back to her child and curled up slightly, pulling the covers. It was when she curled, and inadvertently stuck her bottom back that she felt it.

She could feel his manhood against her. It was guarded by the soft fabric of her pyjama bottom and the thin fabric of his boxers. She froze on it and felt it twitch ever so slightly. Nonetheless, she was sure it moved and he hadn’t. She pressed her ass just a little tighter against his groin, but by no means were they tightly against each other. Within a minute, she knew it had increased in size. She was arousing her son in her sleep. And she was enjoying it. She slipped a hand down the front of her pyjama, placing it at her front, rubbing it ever so slightly. There was a mild dampness forming at her crotch.

She rubbed her butt cheeks down and up. Now she could feel the head of it pointing in her skin quite distinctly. She slipped her other free hand under her pyjama blouse and pinched a nipple, to feel of this was real. Indeed, it was. She began to play with that nipple, pinching it lightly and squeezing it, whilst stimulating her clitoris to erect. As she did this, she felt a soft rhythm build up as she rubbed herself against his growing http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px">member. It was ok, she thought. He would never know. Ignorance is bliss.

She started to lose herself in the feeling of sexual ecstasy she had long since forgotten, after her husband had left them. She had devoted herself to her son as a mother and to her job, with no time for dating or men. Now, all those years of pent up repression was flowing out and taking control of her.

She failed to realise her son had awoken. She hadn’t felt him begin to move in rhythm with his mother, stimulating his own cock to grow. And he knew the very basics of http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px">sex, of what was supposed to happen. And as such, he decided to follow that protocol. As far as he was concerned, this felt good and natural.

She didn’t react when he placed his hands on her hips. She failed to feel his fingers slip on the inside of her bottoms. The first sign she felt was when he pulled down her bottoms and panties in one go, uncovering her assailant on his member: her bottom.

“George!” She squealed, like a she had been caught out. This was bad. He was awake. He knew what she had been doing the whole time. It was over for her. She had ruined her life, just as her husband had.

She turned her head back to face her son, who had a concentrated look on his face, staring downwards. It was then she felt his head poke against the underside of her pelvis. Was he trying to put it in her?

“George, stop, this is wrong!” Even as she said that, her body betrayed her. Staring into that cute face of his, she could not deny him. As she spoke those words, the hand on her stimulated clit moved over and found his lost cock. She adjusted her position so that it now pressed against the opening of her vagina.

Having rubbed herself earlier, there was enough lubrication so that his first attempt succeeded in penetrating her pussy. His hands were at her hips now, and he began to push his dick up her slowly. She almost laughed at her son’s inexperience and you guessed it, how cute she found it.

“You’re supposed to go in and out, baby,” she said in a doting way. She glided her hands over his and slid his up to her b cup breasts, showing him how to rub them right and pinch the nipples. At first, he allowed her to control his hand movements, but slowly, he grew more confident and moved them on his own, much his mother’s joy.


Meanwhile, their bodies were in sync as he slowly drove his dick in and out of her pussy, though he never fully left it. However, he suddenly felt a desperate urge in his balls and penis and he reacted without warning: he drove the entire length of it into his mother’s cervix, causing her to jolt in shock. There, he climaxed and began to ejaculate loads after load of semen into his mother.

Delilah knew this was a terrible thing to happen, with the worse consequence become very possible. Yet, she was too caught up in the moment. She was so close to climaxing too, it only needed a little more. As he shot one particular big load, he squeezed her nipples hard and that was the stimulation she needed. She snapped her head back and practically screamed as her pussy exploded in a sea of cum.

As her orgasm subsided, she felt that the last of George’s cum had diminished and his erection has softened, but he remained inside, unsure of what to do. Delilah smiled and pulled herself off his limp dick, freeing it. She now turned over to her son.

“Did you enjoy yourself, George?”

“Yes, Mummy, I did. Can we do that again?” With a face like his, there was no way Delilah could refuse.

Author’s Note: Well, I’m glad I got that out of the way. Quite efficiently too, it took less than an hour. And I think this was my first incest story.

. A strong young lad of fifteen http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif') repeat-x scroll center bottom; cursor: pointer; color: #006600; text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px">years old charged down the stairs, clad only in his boxers on a lazy Sunday morning: her son. She greeted him casually, not noticing his inappropriate satisfaction at her attire.

As he sat at the dining table, she had been in the midst of cleaning. Interrupting her duties, she placed his prepared plate of pancakes in front of him, freshly made. She failed to acknowledge where his eyes fell to her cleavage.

Returning to her chores, she resumed wiping the surfaces and generally cleaning around the kitchen which opened into the dining room. Often, her robe would hike up, giving a tantalizing view of her derriere which she corrected by pulling down. What she didn’t realise was who she kept giving flashes.

When he finished breakfast, like an obedient mother, she came to collect his plate before he’d even begin to budge. Once again, his gaze was averted towards her cleavage, as the angle gave a clear picture of her mature tits. If perhaps she would’ve been a bit more perceptive, she would’ve observed this; or his raging hard on scarcely shielded by the table.

Having bent over again, her robe had ridden up the crack of her ample ass but her hands were busy with the dirty dishes, courtesy of her baby boy. She had no clue that he stared lustfully at her bottom jiggling at every step. She did not discern that his offer to wash the dishes was only a ploy to buy some time to peak at his mother in perverted manner.

As she twirled around, she forgot to pull down her robe this one time; little did she know how much it would cost her. Sponge in hand; she went to go wipe the table. Bending over fully, her robe was hiked up fully, showing off her shaved pussy and ass in plain sight. She made the awful assumption that it was safe to do so, oblivious to the fact that it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

She did not pay much attention when he dropped the dishes and rushed over to her. Standing over her, she said nothing when he finally freed his monstrous member from its restraint. When the hand finally came down on the small of her back, she reacted without resistance. She turned around, about to inquire for an explanation. Instead, the hand previously on the small of her back suppressed that movement, plastering her face to the table cloth. She felt the mushroom head poised at the entrance of his origin.

She’d failed to realise that he was a young, hormonal teenager, in the throes of sexual confusion at such a tender age. She’d missed the signs throughout of his growing desire to have her in an incestuous manner. She did not address her provocative style of clothing around the household in his presence. She misjudged what kind of effect going to the gym very regularly to keep fit would have on his impressionable mind. And now, she was paying the price for her failures.

“Drake!” Without any response, the named boy pushed past her slit and invaded her vaginal passage. As his cock became lodged within her, she protested.

“Drake, no stop, please, this is wrong!” However, her words fell on deaf ears. Having secured his place within her, he began to violently thrust his dick in and out, maintaining a firm grip on her pelvis, using the weight behind his thrust to trap her in place.

As the situation progressed, a new feeling replaced her righteous reluctance: arousal. As her possessed son ploughed away at her pussy, her body couldn’t deny the wrongful wetness she was feeling and how it lubricated his drives, not that he needed it with the vigour behind them.

She felt him slow down suddenly too, as he fully immersed his rod within her, pulling her slightly towards him. She could feel the first spurt warm her insides, followed by several others. She felt the last bit dribble out as well as when he turned flaccid and withdrew, leaving them both exhausted physically and otherwise.


Once again, she found herself home alone with her child, something she strained to call him now. She had failed to change her ways though, persisting in keeping fit and dressing seductively around him. However, this time, she knew what would be on his mind and what would occur.

As she sat on her legs in the couch, she heard his approach and then saw him in front of her. Her low cut top was enough to liven up his libido. There was no questioning when he popped his cock out, when he placed his hands on her head or when he popped it into her mouth.

She knew this was seriously wrong and that she should do something about it. She knew that in the long run, this would destroy their relationship and scar him for life. But for now, she was content to suck her son’s cock until she’d swallowed the last gob of cum out of it.

Author’s Note: Another short story for your reading pleasure.

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“Oh yeah….that hit the spot, Aunt Denise.” He moaned, holding her head in position until she began gagging. He relaxed his grip and allowed her to begin working on his pole orally.

It had only been a few months since she decided to take it upon herself to discipline her unruly nephew, a nightmare to their family. As a strong-minded businesswoman, she arrogantly assumed she was fit for the job. However, she lost her cool as things escalated and it led to the situation before them: she had become his bitch.

She bobbed her head up and down, aided by his hands and hip thrust. Suddenly, he yanked her in, shoving his entire shaft down her throat, initiating her gag reflex before throwing her head back out. He squatted down, pulling her up from her armpits onto her desk. Without regard, he ripped her shirt down, exposing her bra, only to pull that down too, releasing her ample bosom. Lecherously, he began playing with her tits, pinching and squeezing at the nipples. After some minor torture, he lowered his head down, beginning his oral assault, nibbling and suckling at her bare breasts.

“Ricardo…” she moaned lustfully. He moved his mouth around the flesh of her breasts. Then he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down flat on her back against the desk, slipping his cock in the crevice of her breasts, with the her oral orifice just receiving the mushroom head of penis. With each hand clasped on a breast, he began titty fucking her with short sharp thrusts while massaging her mounds inwards against his shaft. She curled her head up to receive the incoming bulb openly.

“Oh yeah Denise…you like that?” He muttered.

“Mmm…yeah baby, I like it.”

“How much do you like it?” He asked menacingly.

“Oh baby, I love it!” She moaned aesthetically.

“You want me to fuck you now?”

“Oh yeah baby” She was caught in his cock spell again. Later, she would regret this as she always did. He slipped his cock out from between her breasts over her belly button, resting it over the edge of her skirt lining.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked again.

“Yeah baby, I want you.” She encouraged him but it wasn’t enough.

“Then say it!” He barked at her to which she responded adequately.

“Fuck me, Ricky! Fuck me hard!” She screamed.

“Then turn around and take it like the bitch you are!” He yelled back. Obediently, she acquiesced to his demands and rolled onto her front, bent over the table. He hiked her skirt up and tore her panties off viciously, exposing her sex organ. Running his cock along her crack, he found her slit. Pressing his head against it, he proceeded to enter. Once comfortably in, hands on hips, he began fucking her from behind.

“Urgh, oh yeah baby, fuck me!” She encouraged lustily. He needed no further motivation as he bulldozed his way in at every thrust, not paying attention to his Aunt’s pleas.

“Yeah, take it like a bitch!” He whooped as he pounded her pussy relentlessly, shaking the very table they were doing it on. The senior woman began cumming vigorously as he ploughed, moaning extravagantly as she did so. His tempo increased gradually as he grunted, and then suddenly, he had a burst of speed in his thrusts before making his final plunge into her pussy, where he began to shoot his seed deep within her womb. Load after load of warm semen filled her until the last drop was milked from his now limp dick. He pulled out the softened organ, dropping back into her chair, exhausted while she clung onto the table, still hunched over it.

“Fuck yeah Aunt Denise…” he uttered satisfied by their quickie. Slowly, she regained her composure. Standing up straight, she sorted her clothing out to look smart and professional again, save her discarded panties which were of no use now, and tucked away his pecker.

“You’ve had your fun now Ricardo. Can you please leave now? I’ve got a lot of work to be done.” He smirked confidently as he rose up lazily and strolled off, beaming as he left her office. Once the door was closed, she collapsed in her chair, exhausted and sore.

“Oh God, what have I done?” But deep down, she was in ecstasy over this devilish delight.

Author’s Note: Hopefully, a short but sweet story.