This is an incest story involving a mother and her son. I wrote it to fulfill a lot of request that I have had for an incest story. If you do not like this genre, then pass this one up. There will be others.:)
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Jimmy Henson wasn't sure when he noticed his mother, Jennifer, as a woman for the first time. His first recollection was when he was 14 years old. It was early on a Sunday morning when he walked by the bathroom and saw her through the slightly opened door. She was standing at the vanity in her panties, her breasts bare, putting on her makeup, and getting ready for church.
Jimmy always thought that his mother was pretty but had never thought of her as an object of desire. All of that changed when he saw her that day, almost naked except for a pair of blue panties. Her breasts were medium sized and firm, with a slight perky upturn to them. The nipples were large and brown, covering most of the front of her breasts. The little panties were snug, outlining, and emphasizing the lips of her sex, forming a crease down the middle. She was the vision of every sexy woman he had ever seen.
He noticed that there didn't seem to be much, if any, pubic hair. That seemed strange to him but he figured that some women had more hair than others. Several weeks later he knew the answer when he secretly watched her shave herself while taking a bath.
From that day forward, Jimmy was totally fascinated with his mother. Even though he felt bad about it, he would peek in on her at every opportunity. He was also ashamed that he had gathered a large collection of her panties and hidden them in his lower dresser drawer under his gym clothes. Whenever he felt he could get away with it he would steal another pair from the clothes hamper and use them to masturbate.
Jimmy's adolescence masturbation fantasies were exclusively of his mother now. He would lie in his bed at night with his penis wrapped in the silk of her panties, the smell of her perfume and the vision of her body making his head spin.
As he grew older and learned more about sex, instead of fading, the fantasy occupied his every sexual thought. He could see his mother on her knees sucking on his penis. He saw her on her back with his shaft buried between her legs. He imagined her on her hands and knees with his penis sliding into her tiny anal passage.
Jimmy's peeping also grew more daring, causing him to risk being caught on many occasions. He even drilled a hole in the door to the bathroom so that he could watch her take her bath and do other unmentionable things.
When Jimmy was 17 his father and mother split. He knew that the marriage had been going downhill for several years so he wasn't surprised by the divorce, but it still hurt, forcing him to make a decision on which parent he was going to live with. Jimmy elected to stay with his mother of course.
There was one benefit to his parents divorcing; now he had his mother all to himself. He was the man of the house and childishly thought that he was all that his mother needed. He would take care of her.
Therefore, it was quite a shock when she began to date again. He was crushed that there would now be other men in her life. Obviously, Jimmy didn't like any of the men his mother went out with and he made it quite clear, often being rude when her dates would arrive. He knew that his mother was much too good for any of the jerks that she dated.
It was near the end of his senior year, and Jimmy had just turned 18 when he saw something that made his testosterone level go into overdrive. His mom had been dating this guy named Fred. He didn't even know his last name, nor did he really care. Jimmy figured that it was just a platonic relationship and would end after a few dates. The relationships never lasted very long anyway and he was proud to play a part in that.
Jimmy was waiting for his mother to get home one Saturday night as he often did. He would lie awake waiting for her to come in and kiss him goodnight as he pretended to be asleep. He loved his mother's fresh smell, the scent of her hair and her delicate perfume. Those soft lips on his cheek would send chills down his spine.
That night, he heard the front door open then close but his mom didn't come up the stairs. He got up and crept to the top of the stairs to see what was taking her so long. What he saw burned an image into his brain that would last a lifetime.
Jimmy's mother had let Fred come into the house and they were standing in the foyer together. Fred had his arms around her and they were talking quietly.
Jimmy strained to hear what they were saying.
"Come on baby," Fred whispered as he tried to kiss Jennifer.
"No Fred, I told you, Jimmy's home," Jennifer protested.
Fred would not to be put off. His hand came up and cupped a breast in one hand as he kissed her neck. "Just a quickie baby and I'll go," Fred pleaded.
"Fred," Jennifer scolded.
"Please baby, my cock's so hard it feels like it's going to explode in my pants. You know you have been turning me on all night. God, when you rubbed my cock in the restaurant I thought I would come right there. You can't leave me like this."
"I don't know," Jennifer said, softening her tone. It wasn't very nice to tease him so unmercifully but she just couldn't help it anymore. When she got excited now days she found it very difficult to control herself. Unfortunately, she had excited herself as well as Fred tonight.
She looked up at the stairs, as if that would help her make a decision.
Jimmy moved back into the shadows, hoping that his mom hadn't seen him. His penis was already hard and tenting his pajama bottoms. His heart was pounding in his chest with a combination of jealously and excitement.
When Jimmy peeked back downstairs, his mother and Fred were kissing passionately. Fred had opened his mother blouse and pushed her bra up, covering her breast with his hand.
Jimmy's head was spinning as he watched his mom's boyfriend play with her exposed breast. He watched him squeeze the soft flesh and pinch the nipple until it was sticking out like a pencil eraser. Then he watched as Fred's head bent and sucked the nipple into his mouth. He heard his mother moan and saw her grasp the back of his head, holding his lips to her heaving chest. Her eyes were closed and her face was a mask of lust.
"Oh God," Jennifer groaned, her own excitement beyond control now, causing her ignore the risk. She didn't try to stop Fred when his hand reached down and pushed her skirt up, reaching for her bare crotch. Jennifer suddenly knew that leaving her panties at home, as she often did now, was a mistake. She knew that Fred has seen her bare crotch several times tonight as she intentionally spread her legs for him.
Jennifer regretted that she had been such a slut tonight. She just could not understand why her hormones seemed to be running wild at 34 years old. Maybe it was the divorce and the opportunity to date again. Oh the other hand, maybe it was her age. She had read that a woman was at her peak when she was in her 30's. Jennifer hoped that it would not get any worse or she would be looking for men on the street.
Jimmy watched as Fred's hand moved under his mother's skirt. He tried to resist but finally gave in and pulled his throbbing penis from his pajamas. Slowly he began to stroke himself as he watched his mother and her boyfriend making love in the dim light of the foyer.
Fred pulled his hand from under Jennifer's skirt then quickly slid his zipper down and pulled his hard penis from inside. If the two in the foyer hadn't been so involved, they would have heard a gasp from the top of the stairs.
Jennifer let Fred take her hand and place it on his shaft. She moaned as she felt the hot flesh in her fist. Her hips began to move back and forth, her vagina dripping juice down her thighs now.
Fred pushed Jennifer against the wall and pulled her skirt up around her waist roughly. Then moved between her thighs saying, "That's it baby, I knew that you would come around. You want this cock don't you? You want my big cock in your cunt, tell me?" Fred asked.
"Yes, yes, God yes, fuck me," Jennifer hissed as she pulled on the hard shaft in her hand.
"Okay baby, get ready, get ready to get fucked," Fred said crudely as he lifted one of her legs and held it in his arm. He pushed her against the wall. Then he placed the head of his penis at her now swollen sex lips. "Oh God baby," he moaned as he slid the swollen head into her warm hole.
"Ohhhhh!" Jennifer moaned quietly in surrender when she felt the large organ stretch her vagina. She had to give it to Fred; he did have a very large penis. It stretched her so good, touching all the right places. Unfortunately, that was about the extent of his sexual prowess.
Jimmy watched as his mother was held against the wall, Fred's hips moving back and forth. He could see the shaft of his penis, wet with his mother's juice, as it sawed in and out of her hole. His own hand was moving rapidly up and down his shaft in time with Fred's thrusts. He could almost feel his mother's warm tunnel wrapped tightly around his own penis.
"Oh yes baby, that feels so good," Fred moaned as he began to move faster. His lips covered hers again and his tongue pressed deep into her mouth.
Jennifer pulled her mouth away and gasped for breath. "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me," she said breathlessly. "Oh yes, so deep, so deep," she moaned, almost delirious with pleasure as the large head pressed against her womb.
Fred began to pound into her hard, almost lifting her off the floor with his thrusts. "Ohhhhhh God baby," he moaned as the head of his penis expanded and began to spurt his pent up sperm deep into her grasping vagina.
Jimmy moaned along with Fred, his own penis pulsing in his hand as he looked down and saw his mother's beautiful face, so serene yet filled with passion. Suddenly he lost control, his penis exploding, shooting his juice across the hallway and against wall on the other side. He trembled with his release, his knees collapsing under him causing him to fall against the wall and slide to the floor. It was the most incredible and intense climax Jimmy had ever had.
"Oh God Fred, not yet, not yet," Jennifer moaned in frustration as she felt his cum fill her hole.
"Ohhhh God, oh God!" Fred hissed, his penis shooting spurt after spurt deep of his sperm into her. Soon her vagina couldn't hold any more juice and it began to squeeze from her stretched lips and drip down her thigh.
Jennifer moaned in frustration as Fred's penis began to deflate and then slowly slipped out of her body. Her pulsing hole remained stretched open, allowing his juice to run out and across the tops of her nylons and down her leg. Normally she loved that feeling, but now it was just a symbol of Fred's selfishness.
"Sorry baby, you just make me so hot that I can't control myself," Fred said and pulled away, letting Jennifer's leg drop to the floor and stuffed his shrunken penis back into his pants. "I'll call you," he said as he kissed her lips quickly and hurried out the door.
Jennifer leaned back against the wall in frustration and moaned. God, when was she going to find a man that was at least a little concerned about her pleasure she thought. Feeling sexually frustrated she made her way up the stairs.
Jimmy barely had time to wipe his spend from the wall with his tee shirt before his mother came up the stairs. He was in his bed with the covers up to his neck when she walked into his room to kiss him goodnight.
He pretended to be asleep as she kissed his cheek. As her soft lips touched his cheek, he could feel himself start to harden. He could smell her sweet perfume. However, there was also another smell, the more pungent odor of sex. The vision of her stretched hole dripping juice down her thigh flashed into his mind as she bent over to kiss him. God how he wished that it were his juice running down her thighs. Suddenly his hard penis was tenting the bed sheets, pulsing with a life of it's own.
"Oh my," Jennifer said quietly when she saw the tent in the sheet. It must be one of those nocturnal erections that Jack used to have at night she thought. Suddenly she had an almost irresistible urge to reach down and grasp the sheet-covered penis. Without thinking she reached her hand under her skirt and rubbed her swollen and wet sex lips. She watched the organ under the sheet throb, almost as if it sensed that she was standing there.
God that's my own son she thought to herself and quickly turned and left the room.
Jennifer hurried into her bedroom and fell back on the bed in frustration. She pulled her skirt up and brought her hands to her sloppy sex lips. Her fingers pushed into her sperm filled hole, working quickly to bring her pleasure. She used the copious sperm to coat her swollen clit, rubbing her fingers across the little nub rapidly.
"Oh yes, oh yes," she whispered to herself as her fingers worked their magic, a fantasy growing in her mind. She could see her handsome lover's head buried in her groin, his lips and tongue working tirelessly to give her pleasure. Then, when he had satisfied her with his magic mouth, he pulled away and brought his large organ to her pulsing vagina. He slid deep into her, slowly working in and out just the way she liked it. He used his long, fat shaft to make her climax repeatedly before he took his own pleasure, squirting a huge load into her welcoming hole. Then her imaginary lover slid back down her body to sooth her sore vagina with his lips. In her mind she grabbed his head and turned his face up to her for one last look; his face looked very familiar.
"Oh my, oh my God, Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as pleasure quickly overtook her, her thighs clamping on her fingers as if on her lovers head. Suddenly she realized why she recognized the face between her leg...it was Jimmy's face! Her hips bucked up and her body tensed as chills raced up and down her spine. "Uh...uh...ohhhh," she moaned as her body convulsed in climax.
As soon as she stopped shaking, Jennifer turned over and buried her face in her pillow, sobbing in shame.
Outside her door, Jimmy had been peeking on his mother, watching her masturbate. In his mind, her mouth was wrapped around his swollen penis, sucking him, her hand holding his churning balls. He moaned aloud as he shot his second load of the night into a pair of her silky panties.
"I don't look too bad for a 34-year-old mother," Jennifer said to herself as she looked in the mirror.
She saw a very attractive woman in the mirror, shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes and freckles across her nose. When Jennifer was young she hated those freckles but now...now they seemed cute. In fact, she thought that the freckles helped make her look much younger. She knew that she could easily pass for her early twenties. Jennifer was often asked for id in bars to prove that she was old enough to drink.
How times change she thought. When she was in her twenties, she would get furious when she was asked for age identification. Now she would display her driver's license with pride. Someday she thought she would try to pass herself off as a twenty-year-old to some young guy in a bar and see what happens.
As Jennifer continued to look at herself in the mirror she felt a wave of sadness come over her. She knew that on the outside she appeared to be a confident and aggressive businesswoman. While she put on a good show, in fact, she was not feeling very good about herself anymore. Her paradox was that while she wanted wild and nasty sex, she also wanted tenderness and love. She wasn't certain that she could have both.
Since the divorce she had often felt rejected, lonely, and sometimes depressed. Her friends told her that that was normal and she would get over it. They said she just needed a good man.
On that point, she could agree. It would be nice to have a man around the house again she thought. A man that could give her the incredible pleasure she so desperately wanted and be there in the morning when she awoke.
On the other hand, getting married again didn't seem that attractive to her. She was not sure that she wanted to get married again. However, she was young and she knew that might change. Who knows, maybe she would find a rich guy and start a whole new family she thought.
Jennifer had always wanted more children but Jack was against it. In fact, Jimmy was an accident. She wasn't even sure Jack would have married her had she not gotten pregnant.
At 16 years old, Jennifer had been young and head over heels in love with Jack. He was the college athlete, good looking and sophisticated, sweeping Jennifer off her feet. However, there was hell to pay when she got pregnant after the first time they made love in the back of his car. Both families went off the deep end, insisting that they get married. They would never hear of an abortion or adoption.
In truth, Jennifer would never agree to that either. She didn't want to be a teenaged mother but she wasn't about to shirk her responsibility for a human life. She didn't fault women that chose not to have a baby; abortion just wasn't in her makeup. Therefore, she accepted her parents decree. Their marriage was quietly arranged when she was three months pregnant and before she began to show.
Unfortunately, forced marriages seldom work out. She and Jack tried for 17 years but their views of the world were very different and with each passing year they grew further apart.
Jack wanted the high life, parties, travel, and career opportunity. She wanted more simple things, kids, a stable family life, and a loving husband.
It was early in the marriage when Jennifer realized that she needed to protect herself. She knew that if the marriage didn't work she would be left with barely a high school education and a child to feed.
It took a great deal of personal effort but she went to night school and got her college degree while working as a secretary in a large advertising firm. She had worked hard and earned everything that she got. Now she had the career and money. She was a senior vice president of a marketing company with 40 people reporting to her. It was rewarding and paid a great salary, but it was also a high-pressure job. She would have gladly given it all up for a house full of kids and a good man.
While Jennifer firmly believed in equal opportunity for women, she also believed that woman should have the right to choose her career path. A soccer mom and domestic engineer didn't seem so bad to her anymore.
Then there was Jimmy. He had always been a good kid, getting good grades and never causing her any trouble. He had grown into a tall, handsome boy like his father. He had piercing blue eyes, sandy blond hair and a smile that would melt her heart. Even more important, Jimmy seemed to be a lot more loving and caring than Jack every was. She thought he would make someone a good husband someday.
He was certainly good to her. Since the divorce, Jimmy had gone out of his way to help her. He was always there when she needed him to hug her and comfort her when life got too stressful. He seemed so sensitive and caring, bringing her flowers on mother's day, her birthday, and even when she was just feeling blue. Why couldn't she find a man like him she thought?
Recently she had grown concerned about Jimmy though.
Unfortunately, in order to advance her career, Jennifer had given up many things. She wasn't home near as often as she wanted to be and she had to move twice in less then a year. It had been hard for Jimmy to leave his friends. However, while he had never complained, she could see subtle differences in him. He was quieter and less outgoing then before. She also knew that he had no use for the men she dated. It was easy to tell that he was jealous and up to a point, that was cute.