Eternally Bound Pt. 01

"God you remind me so much of my mom," I blurted without thinking.

I'll never forget how she reacted. Unsure at first, all she could do was stare deep into my eyes, cradling my face with her hands. Then she lunged at me, planting the deepest of kisses on my mouth. Her vigor affirmed my lust for Mom as the intensity between our bodies exploded. It was like a switch flipped on inside her. We ravaged one another's bodies with fast, sloppy kisses. Quick slurps of skin and flesh mixed with the sound of our frenzied moans as she coaxed me onto my back, hiking her skirt up over those lush, motherly hips I cried out for. The tall column of flesh between my legs vanished inside her as I instantly came.

Patrice was the first women to ever let me cum inside her, and I drank in the sweet glow of her instinctual receiving of my seed. Even at my young age, I grasped just a hint of what it meant. And deep down, I hoped that she might become pregnant. A living, breathing life that would forever embody the intensity of what she and I shared as one.

I wish I had told her that.

It turned out that quiet Patrice was into some pretty kinky things, and I was more than happy to indulge her in all of them. The times we shared and the things we did certainly cut my teeth on the finer points of being a thoughtful, caring lover.

With thoughts of Mom, Shannon and Patrice dancing in my head, I imagined all sorts of hot pairings between relatives and eventually drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 2 - ECHOES FROM MY PAST

Over the next several days I found myself looking at couples and wondering if they might be relatives. That young boy and girl holding hands in the quad-were they cousins or siblings? The older man and younger woman sitting close together in the booth at the diner-were they a father and his daughter or an uncle and his niece? It was easy enough to hide an incestuous relationship in public; after all, how many times did people really ask if you and someone with you were related? Maybe incest appealed to people in a very deep emotional place that they never shared with anyone else. Maybe it was a lot more common than anyone suspected.

I combed over these thoughts again and again, doubting my memories and re-examining them as to how and why they affected me the way they did. Where did my attraction for Mom start?

Was it when she half-jokingly suggested that I take her to senior prom as my date? We had talked about it for 15 minutes as she even tried on the dress she wanted to wear: A strapless silver gown that accented the thrust of her bust, the narrowness of her waist and the eye-popping width of her hips. I had shot down the idea, as I thought it would've looked desperate to show up with my mom. Stupid me.

I kept trying to pinpoint where it began, but realized it had always been. Now it all seemed to make sense, the subtle, involuntary comparisons between the girls I chased and Mom. Each of them the stereotypical California girl with long blonde hair and deep golden tan, plus an hour glass figure. Mom even called me out on it with one girl.

"Wow honey," she said, startled. "All she needs now is for her name to be Beth."

Which, of course, was her own name.

These ideas filled my mind during the day and my dreams at night. I felt restless and was eager to begin working on my questionnaire so that my head would settle down, but I needed a path away from this madness. Finding the syllabus for the class, I called Shannon and set up an appointment to see her the following Monday.

Arriving right on time, I knocked on the door of Professor Dryden's office and tried the doorknob. It turned in my hand and I opened the door, peeking in.

Shannon was standing near her desk with some papers in her hand, looking up at me.

"Hi. You're Chris, right?" she said with a warm smile.

"Yeah, Chris Monroe. Hi."

"Well, come on in and sit down," she said, nodding to the chair in front of her desk. "And it's Shannon."

She looked absolutely delicious in her tight brown pencil skirt and cream-colored blouse. I instantly noticed that she had one too many buttons undone on the blouse, providing a tantalizing view of her ample breasts. It was going to be a grueling task to carry on a conversation with her and not stare at her deep, inviting cleavage.

"Great, thanks," I said, taking a seat and trying to stay focused on her face.

She smiled, sitting down behind her desk and reaching for a folder on top of a nearby pile.

"So, you're here to talk about your project for class, I assume?"

"Yeah, I've got an idea for something I want to include in the presentation, but I could really use some help and advice," I told her.

"Well, that's why I'm here," she said, her eyes fixed on mine. "Tell me what's on your mind."

If only I could, I thought. At that moment the thought of my cock sliding up and down between her soft, squeezable tits was what was on my mind, but I had to act appropriately in the situation.

"I've been thinking a lot about what you said during our first class, and I think that these kinds of thoughts and feelings might be a lot more common than anyone would expect."

"Thoughts of incest, you mean?"

"Yeah. We don't hear a lot of people talk about them because they exist on a very deep level and because the cultural taboo against incest is so negative-sort of like the elephant in the room. I don't think that stops people from having sexual thoughts and feelings about their family members, but they sure as hell don't want to admit it," I explained.

"Wow, interesting ideas, Chris," Shannon said. "I can tell you've really given this a lot of thought."

"I have," I started. "Plus, your backstory really got to me. I mean, wow. It's just so amazing that your parents are father and daughter. It's such a fascinating topic and I really want to hit a home run with this presentation."

She smiled. "I'm sure you're going to do very well, Chris. You're the first student to come in for an appointment, in fact. Now, tell me, how are you going to conduct research on the subject and include these ideas in your presentation, and how can I help?"

"Well, for starters, I know I need hard facts. Real evidence."

"Excellent,"

"I have to put it all out there in a less threatening way seems to be the way to go. I'm thinking a short, anonymous questionnaire that would ask things like whether the person had ever had incestuous thoughts, when they had them, which family members they've had them had them about, and if they've ever acted on them or thought about acting on them."

"Wow, I'm really impressed, Chris. That's an outstanding idea and you really seem to have your thoughts organized," Shannon said, leaning forward in her chair. "Good for you."

I licked my lips as her full, creamy breasts came into view, finding myself drawn to them like a moth to a flame. I was having visions of caressing each heavenly orb before bending her over her desk and worshipping her, just like...

Shannon cleared her throat. I looked up, knowing I'd been caught mid-fantasy and feeling incredibly embarrassed. I was surprised to see that she was smiling and that she looked pleased rather than offended.

She moved her hand to her chest, so that it covered the exposed area of her breasts, and let it drift ever so slightly over them.

"Have you ever created a questionnaire before?" she asked.

"No, I wanted to get some tips from you first," I said, attempting to get my mind back on the business at hand.

"Excellent," she said.

For the next 20 minutes she gave me a primer on questionnaire writing. I took copious notes, wanting to absorb everything she said. A few times I interrupted her in order to be sure of some point she was making, and she took every question in stride.

"Wow, this is fantastic, Shannon. Thank you so much. God, I would have made a total mess of it without you," I said sincerely.

"Well, I'm glad you came in to see me before getting started. Hopefully, this will make things a lot easier," she replied.

There were a few moments of awkward silence between the two of us, as if we were taking each other in. Savoring the moment, I could feel her eyes moving over my body and I loved it.

"Tell me, Chris, have you ever read any incest stories or seen incest videos on the internet?

"No, I can't say I-"

Without waiting for me to finish answering, she turned to her computer and began typing something.

"You might want to explore what's out there and to see the kinds of thoughts and ideas that people have about incest. A lot of people have some definite preconceived notions about what they think incest involves, but you seem like a pretty open-minded man," she said, typing away.

"I'll definitely take a look and see what I can find," I told her.

"No, no," she answered quickly. "I'm going to give you some places to start."

A moment later, her printer spit out a sheet of paper and she handed it to me.

"Those are some great places to begin," she explained. "You don't need to waste your time sifting through all the crap out there when I can send you directly to where you need to be."

"Wow, thanks. I really appreciate that, Shannon," I said, glancing at the paper before sliding it inside my notebook.

"My suggestion would be that you get your questionnaire items together as quickly as possible, shoot them to me in an email so that I can let you know how they look and help you fix any problems, and then get it out there to as many potential respondents as you can."

"Awesome," I said. "I'll have the questionnaire to you by Wednesday and I'll send it out as soon as I get it back from you."

"Wonderful," Shannon said, smiling that warm, inviting smile of hers. "Shall we plan on meeting two weeks from today for a follow-up?"

"You got it," I answered, making a note of the date.

"Maybe we can delve a little bit deeper into the topic."

Shannon was looking at me very intently, and while I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that, the twinkle in her eye made me think I'd enjoy such a delve.

"I'd really like that," I said, rising from the chair. "It's not every day a guy finds someone he can talk with about this kind of thing."

At that second, I imagined the expressions that Shannon's her mother and father must have had on their faces at the exact moment Shannon was conceived. I took a deep breath in awe of the eye-opening raunch factor of that mental image.

"I'd love to know more about your parents," I stammered. "How did they... I mean..."

"Mmm," she purred. Coming around to my side of the desk, she placed her hand on my arm, just above the elbow, and said "It's okay, don't be nervous."

"It's just, wow. I got so hard when you started talking about them in class."

"Yeah?"

I nodded. "Especially when you said they were still in a committed relationship. Jesus, that just really got me."

"Ah, so we have a romantic here."

"Yeah. Helplessly and hopelessly," I answered with a nervous chuckle.

"So you've always been intrigued by romantic incest." She said it more as a statement of fact than a question.

"Yeah."

A long pause followed. I could hear her slow, steady breathing. I glanced over to see her large bosoms swell and sink with each breath. God, those huge breasts were simply wondrous to gaze at.

"I always have too, Chris." she commented. "But I'm afraid we'll have to pick this back up later. I'm up against a staff meeting."

"No worries," I replied. "So, I'll see you in a couple of weeks then?"

"Count me in," she said warmly as she turned and opened the door for me.

Then, as I walked past her, "Oh hey, Chris?"

I turned.

"Tell me your favorite memory you have of her at our next meeting."

"Of who?"

"Tell me at our next meeting," she instructed with a wry, knowing smile.

She knew, as did I, but neither of us said another word. I nodded in agreement as I walked out of Shannon's office.

Once I'd reached a safe distance down the hall I took a deep breath and let it out. Shannon was so hot I was almost sorry that I wasn't going to lectures for her class three times a week. Then again, getting to spend time alone with her every few weeks might not turn out to be such a bad thing. I tried reassuring myself that chasing Shannon would help quell my forbidden thoughts.

CHAPTER 3 - HOT FOR TEACHER

After heading to a couple of my classes, working a quick shift at the coffee shop and hitting the gym in an attempt to work off some pent-up energy, I headed off-campus to the local Denny's to grab some food and start work on my controversial questionnaire. Grabbing a table way in the back, I ordered a Grand Slam breakfast and a pot of coffee, then flipped open my notebook.

Over the next couple of hours I hammered out questions that I hoped would evoke the deeper truths about incest. I referred to Shannon's instructions and suggestions as I worded the items in a way that would get people to reveal not only their general feelings about incest but also their most personal ones. Clearly, the responses would be anonymous, but the question remained: Who would actually fess up to something that was widely regarded as a vile and evil taboo?

Satisfied with my progress, I headed back to my room to get some sleep around 5a.m. As I settled into bed for the night, Shannon's recurring question about my favorite memory was subconsciously answering itself. I knew it was of my mother, but a distant memory started to emerge from the darkest fathoms of my mind. It was a cold winter day when I was around nine or 10 years old, and I was home sick from school. Mom had to stay home to watch me, and we were both in our pajamas. Walking past her room with her door nearly shut, I overheard her talking very quietly to a friend. I could tell she was crying, and I immediately stopped out of concern for her. I had never heard such a serious tone in her voice before.

"God, I just wish he would understand," wept Mom. "I just want another baby so bad, I really do."

I stood there, frozen in time. That moment made a lasting impression on me, even as a kid. I didn't know why at the time, perhaps because it was the first time I saw my mother vulnerable. As kids, you always think of your parents as these infallible, hero types. Now it was clear why I had surreptitiously wanted to make Patrice pregnant all those years ago.

But even more than that: I wanted to be the man Mom wept for, the way she wept on the phone that day. Mom deserved better, and I wanted to be the man she deserved.

I awoke the next day around noon with a raging hard-on, thanks to some very hot dreams involving Shannon and that desk in her office. The idea of having her mature, curvy body against mine was irresistible, and I lay back and closed my eyes, giving in to the visions in my head.

She was sitting on the edge of her desk and I was standing close to her. Her skirt was up around her unforgettably thick thighs because of how she was sitting, and her blouse was even more open than it had been yesterday. I was locked in her gaze and she was saying something.

"Come closer, Christopher."

I did as she asked.

"You want me, don't you?"

"More than life itself."

"Mmmm, come and take me, my son."

"Mother," I whispered longingly. "Oh God, Mother..."

My eyes flew open and I bolted out of bed, looking nervously around my room. My cock was throbbing powerfully in my hand. Slowly and regrettably I let go of its heft, cursing the source of this bit of fantasy. I needed a shower.

Showered and dressed, I headed out to class and then made a beeline for the library to give the questionnaire one final look before sending it to Shannon. Looking over the questions, it became clear to me that I was not immune to having incestuous thoughts. Being immersed in the topic as I was, something inside of me just clicked. It felt good. It felt right to want my mother the way I did.

After a final once-over I felt pretty confident that the questionnaire was good, so I emailed it to Shannon. As I was closing my notebook, my eyes glanced over the page she had printed for me and I remembered the website references she'd provided. I certainly couldn't look at them here in the library, but I had the rest of the evening free so heading back to my room was definitely an option. I gathered my things and left the library. I was on a mission.

CHAPTER 4 - FOCAL POINT

Twenty minutes later I was settled in my room with my laptop at the ready. Although I had Shannon's references, I wanted to see what would show up if I did some quick searching. I typed the words "incest stories" into a search engine and got a listing of pages that seemed to feature erotic stories and videos about consensual adult incest, as well as lots of other kinks and taboos. Clicking on some of the links, I found plenty of the kind of crap the internet is famous for, but I also found some true treasures.

Picking up the paper Shannon had given me, I typed in the address for a site called "Unrequited Love." A very basic web page came up, splashed with the typical warning that the site contained adult material for those 18 and older only. Below the warning there were two buttons: One to leave the site and the other to enter. I clicked "Enter the Site" and waited.

I was soon looking at a page full of decent quality still photos and descriptions for videos offered on the site. As I scrolled down the page and read some of the captions, it was clear that the site covered quite a wide variety of taboos. I was relieved to see no sign of anything illegal, but I also had to admit that some of the stuff was pretty "out there."

It didn't take long to find the videos about "family love." I clicked on one called "Intimate Callings" and saw a two-minute teaser, followed by instructions on how to purchase the rest of it. Returning to the main page, a title in the next row caught my eye: "A Mother's Love." Clicking through to the clip, I watched as a mature and sexy mother explained her needs to her college-age son. In return, he pledged his devotion to her and the two slowly walked hand-in-hand toward what was clearly a bedroom. I was taken by the sheer romanticism and high quality of what I had seen. I felt my cock twitch in my pants as I caught my breath. It was like gazing down from atop a skyscraper-that rush of blood and adrenaline. I couldn't bookmark the site fast enough.

I reached over and picked up the paper from Shannon again, looking at the next site on her incredible list. Typing the address into the browser, I soon found myself looking at a bold banner:

"WELCOME TO YOUR INNERMOST SECRET DESIRES - YOU KNOW WHY YOU ARE HERE."

This site had the same boring warning as the last one, but when I clicked "Enter" I found myself looking at an amazingly well constructed index. The top of the page explained that the site contained stories about a myriad of taboos, written by both professional and amateur writers. The professional and elegant style of the site and the obvious amount of thought and work that went into it made me think of Mom immediately. It reflected her panache to a T.

Taking it all in for a few moments, I finally typed "incest" into the search box and hit the return key. It was the mother lode of forbidden erotica. I was stunned at the sheer volume of incestuous love stories on the site, never mind the variety of couplings. Granted, it was all fantasy and fiction, but the fact that these stories were being written, shared and commented on by an entire community demonstrated that consensual incest had a tremendous underground following. As my foray continued, I found the typical quick and dirty jerk-off anecdotes, but I also found some gems that were thoughtful, caring, well-constructed fantasies of deep commitment and unrequited love between adults who just happened to be related.