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Broken- in Son
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-- Broken-in Son --
When I first started reading stories dealing with incest, I
didn't think I could muster the guts to write about the
experiences I had with my mother and sister. After just reading
a few more, though, I feel different; so here it goes!
It was during the middle fifties, and we were living in
Oklahoma at the time. My father sharecropped a small farm that
my sister and I hated because we had to help out every single
chance we had free. My sister, Nora, and I felt we were being
cheated out of our fun, so we goofed off every chance we had.
There was a small stream that ran close by, and every chance
we could manage, we would strip to our undies and dive in. Nora
was a few years older than I, so I would try not to stare at the
furry mat between her legs when her panties would get wet and
cushion against her mound.
I stared a little too long one day as we were playing in the
water, and suddenly, I felt my cock start to swell. I had a
pretty big cock that was fairly thick and was hard to hide. It
was hard to hide even limp when I wore certain pants.
My sister made some crack about me being part horse, and I
retorted with something. Before long we were pushing each other,
and the pushing turned into shoving, and then we were wrestling
in the water. I ran out to a grassy knoll, and I thought we were
through horsing around. But Nora wasn't, and she climbed on top
of me as she pinned my arms to the grass.
Her wet panties were resting atop my pelvis, and I could
feel the warm moons of her ass rest on my pelvis as we lay there
panting from the horsing around in the water. There was a moment
as we both relaxed when she straddled my waist, that I became
very conscious that my hard-on under my shorts was positioned
straight up between her ass buns and pussy. The head of my cock
was resting on my navel.
I was so comfortable that I didn't realize that the head of
my cock was hard and throbbing above the waistline of my shorts
until my sister looked down between us. I thought it was her
panty hem that was bruising the head of my throbbing cock, and
that's why I hadn't noticed my exposed cock.
As I looked down between us, I raised myself up and Nora
looked, too. She said something like, "Oh, no," and then it was
an entirely different thing altogether. We locked eyes for a
moment, and then my sister started rocking her body on top of me
and sliding her ass and pussy all along the length of my cock.
For a moment I had a guilty feeling, but I looked up from our
pubic areas to her eyes and I saw that they were closed as she
rocked her head in lusty circles.
My cock was being scraped raw by the panty cloth and hem and
the top of my waistband. I tried to free my hands from her grip,
but she was too strong. My blood circulation was being cut as I
felt my arms going numb. Nora wasn't saying a word, and neither
was I. We were just dry-fucking each other over our
underclothes.
When my sister started going faster, I was the first one
that spoke up. I said, "You're bruising my cock with your
panties." She stopped, and we both looked down between us. The
elastic waistband of my shorts was rolled down, and her panties
were very wet as her hand reached between us to touch my curved,
fiery-red cock.
Without a word, Nora lifted up and shoved the panty crotch
cover aside, and she placed my cockhead on her furry pussy. I
didn't know a damned thing about fucking so I just started
humping up. I felt my cock hit a hot, tight, resisting wedge,
and it felt so good that I gave it an extra-hard shove. I felt a
little tightness, and then it parted, and my cock went partway
into a very hot, tight place.
She said, "Yikes," or something, and I broke my hands loose
from her grip. I grabbed my sister around the waist and turned
into a wild animal as my cock wedged deeper into her. I felt her
pussy tighten around my cock as I kept digging into her. She
flattened her body on top of me, and I just drove my cock in as
deep as I could.
I don't know if she rolled me on top of her, or I rolled on
top, but I suddenly found myself on top of her, and then I
started spurting and gushing inside of her, over and over, as we
both groaned and moaned. My sister had her arms around my neck,
and I swear I thought she was going to break it, she was gasping
so hard.
My spurts and gushes started to slow down, and I just lay on
top of her as she eventually went limp. I started to relax so
much that I was almost asleep when she shook me and told me to
get off of her. My cock made a wet, sucking noise as it came out
of her tight wedge.
The next day we went to the same area, and we worked for a
while, weeding some turnips. When I tried to horse around with
her, she wouldn't have anything to do with me. All that week we
worked in the same area, and I couldn't get another rise out of
her. After having fucked for the first time, I was more than
ready for my next one. I didn't care about her being my sister.
By then I just wanted to have that feeling of my cock spurting in
her pussy again.
Nora didn't bring up the subject until a few days later. We
were working in a different part of the farm, when she said out
of the blue, "I got my period today."
I said, "So what?" I didn't know what it meant to her. She
said, "Dummy, that means I didn't get pregnant after what we did
the other week." I was so jolted by the whole thing that I
didn't know what to say.
I had completely forgotten any fear of pregnancy because I
thought Nora had just not wanted to fuck anymore with me. I had
been jacking off just about every night after our first fuck and
thought that that had been the end of it.
But after that, things went a little smoother. We started
fucking with rubbers which my sister bought at the drugstore for
me. We only had one more scare -- once when the rubber burst as
we were fucking one day standing up behind the chicken coop.
After a few days, she came back happy again and told me that
there was nothing to worry about.
However, after awhile, my sister went to live with my aunt
because she was laid up with some ailment. My father also
planted the new crop and found a job in town while the crop
developed. Sometimes he would stay away for days on end. It was
during the winter, and with very little money coming in, my
mother would try to save by heating up the house and then turning
the heater off.
One day when my father was away, she told me to sleep with
her to save on the heater use. I didn't want to because I had
been jacking off in a steady way every night since Nora had been
gone. After a while I reluctantly agreed. The first few nights
I went to bed before she did, and always took a little rag to
wipe myself off after I jacked off.
The fourth night I will always remember for the rest of my
life. My mother made me help with the dishes and held me there
with her until she went to bed. I didn't have a chance to jack
off, and I didn't want to do it in the bathroom because I had
never liked jacking off standing up.
As usual, my mother placed a small bedroll between us as we
lay under the bed covers. I tried to jack off on the sly after I
thought she was asleep, but she woke up and said in the dark,
"Are you restless?"
I answered, "No," and went to sleep with sore balls.
Sometime later that night when I was not quite awake, but
yet I was not asleep, I came conscious of my mother's back
against me. The bedroll was no longer between us, and my
mother's behind was nested in my pelvis as we both lay facing in
the same direction. In that Twilight Zone-state, I became aware
that my cock was swollen, and it was touching my mother's
ass-moons very lightly.
I couldn't help it, I just automatically put my free arm
around her and I guess I faked a snore, just in case she was
awake. By then my cock was throbbing and jumping like a heart
against her ass buns. I kept faking my snores for a while and
then the unforgettable started to happen. I felt my mother
fumble with her sleeping gown, as she removed my hand from around
her waist.
I could tell that she didn't want to wake me up as she kept
fumbling with her sleeping clothes. After awhile, she sat up
just for a moment in bed, in the dark, and then lay down again.
She faced me, just for a moment, as I continued to fake my
snores. Shocked, I then watched her search for my shorts
waistline and pop my buttons open.
Thereafter, my mother tugged on my shorts to slide them down
off my body. I helped a little by snoring and moaning as I
turned to allow her to remove my shorts. When she had removed
them as far as my ankles, she placed her foot between my legs and
I relaxed as she pushed them off with her foot. She lay down
sideways, facing away from me, and then very slowly started
inching her body toward mine as I kept faking my snores.
My mother inched her body so slowly that by the time her
bare skin touched the trunk of my cock I could feel my cock
oozing its cum. When my cock was lined up between her buns, she
just kept sliding her body higher as I snored and tried to slide
my body down on the bedsheets to help her. When she finally slid
as high as she could, and I as far down as I could, the head of
my cock fell, throbbing, just below the roundness of my mother's
buns. I could feel the tickle of her pussy's coarse hair.
Then she did a very strange thing; she started to bend
forward as far as she could as she opened her legs. I felt her
hand cup the head of my cock. I felt her thumb rub the open
hole, soon oozing as she started to wet her pussy lips with her
fingers from my cum. I bent and arched my body forward, and she
made one quick motion and slipped the head of my cock into a hot,
comfortable nest.
I quit faking my snores then and reached around her waist
and rolled on top of her. There was no resistance like I had had
with my sister. This was just good, comfortable, sweet fucking.
I heard my mother gasp, "Oh, you're so sweet, baby; give it all
to me," as she bounced me on her backside.
I found out the difference between a real woman and a girl
like my sister who didn't know how to throw her ass around as we
fucked. My mother turned sideways as I lay on top of her and
placed one leg between both of mine and one across my stomach,
and I felt my cock go in all the way to my balls. She said,
"God, baby, you have a good-sized cock," as we just groaned and
gasped in the dark.
After I came in her, we lay very quietly, connected for a
long time as her pussy kept milking my cock, something my sister
didn't know how to do. When my cock became hard again, we fucked
some more -- until my balls had no more cum in them. She
repeated milking my cock with her pussy, and after I was through,
she said, "Let me get up and douche. My, you sure had a lot of
cum in those big balls."
After she came back, the sun was up already and she sat down
by the bed. My mother told me that if she had known how big my
cock was, she would have "broken" me in before then. She said
that she had been afraid of frightening me.
She went on to tell me that she had raised the subject
lightly with my father, and that he had laughed at her, so she
never brought it up again. So, for that reason, she said I
should be sure and never tell him about breaking me in. She also
told me that she was going to try and tell my sister to let me
break her in. I laughed, and told her that Nora and I had
already started fucking about a month before she went to stay
with my aunt.
My mother scolded me, telling me never to say "fucking"
because only dogs "fucked" -- humans "comforted" each other. She
was also concerned about me possibly making my sister pregnant.
She told me that if I ever needed "comforting", I should come to
her, because I was liable to get Nora pregnant. But she also
told me that if Nora and I ever did do it again, we should use
double rubbers.
Here's to more and better mother and son stories. I would
like to read a mother's written story of her experience. I told
my mother to write this one, but she wouldn't.
1/7/93
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