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A Visit Home [m/f, incest Mother/Son, Voyeurism]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
A Visit Home
In retrospect it's clear that she was in the throes of depression. Hell, so was I. Things
hadn't been stable for either of us in as long as we could remember. We just had different ways
of dealing with things. By the age of 20 I had lost my lucidity and the personal sense of right androng that I had known in my youth. Clearly she had sunken as low. The following is a story I
often look back on with a longing. As destructive as it proved to be for my mother and myself it
was and remains some of the most exciting and erotic material my life has known. I experienced
a power and control I can not ever know again. I've relived these memories over and over again
and some of the details may simply be the filling in of a gap in actual recollection. With that in
mind I begin my lurid tale.
As I recall, that second day of my visit home, she was wearing a light pink nightgown.
When I saw her for the first time in the morning she was standing in front of the rear sliding glassoor looking out into her back yard. The sun shone in throught the glass rendering her gown a
translucent pink. It shone between her legs quite clearly revealing the silhouette of her ass. I
walked into the room wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt; no shoes. My approach was silent.
I stopped, seeing the transluscence, and absorbed the sight momentarily. I struggled for
a moment to see more clearly and was able to disguish the pattern of pubic hair that stood out
from her mound. My mind reeled with the pleasantness of the morning, sleepy delirium and the
tingling thrill that the sight of my mother's partially revealed body gave me. She continued to
look sullenly out across the yard, still unaware of my presence. At that precise moment I think I
must have determined an agenda. It was dark, exiting and just below the surface of my
conscious mind. I began to plan a seduction of my vulnerable mom. I would play it right so that
I could get out if it wasn't working. I certainly never expected it to succed.
I crossed the ten feet or so seperating us, watching her gown and figure lustfully as I did.
She turned her head to me slowly. "Good morning" she said absently. I slipped up behind her
and wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her tight.
"Good morning." I responded cheerfuly then kissed her hard on the neck. Already I was
behaving out of character and perhaps inappropriately but it was not quite forbidden. As I kissed
her neck I smelled her light perfume and saw in the front the same translucence I had from the
back. Her bra-less 40 year old B cup breasts projected perkily against the loose fabric of her
gown and the sun worked it's early morning magic. I could see her perpetually erect nipples as
clear as day in the pink sheen. Below, her frontal pubic hair was slightly visible. I was drunk wi
the sight.
She smiled wanly and kissed me on the cheek. "You seem tired, are you ok?" I asked,
still hugging her lightly with my arms wrapped around her waist. I could feel the smoothness of
belly and the indentation her naval left there.
"Yea I'm fine, I was just thinking of your father is all." My father had died in a car
accident a little over a year earlier. For a moment I was shaken and didn't move. The tangible
eros of the moment, the scent of her, and the glow of the morning light around us amidst beams
marked out in floating dust pulled me back in. I slid my hands gently from her stomach then and
placed them on her shoulders. I dug my fingers into her skin and began a firm massage.
"Mmm, that feels good", she moaned. I felt her loosen and yeild to me.
"I'll tell you what. Why don't you come and lay down on the couch and I'll give you a
good back rub. Come on." I directed her softly towards the living room.
"That sounds nice. O.k. Thanks." She said. She moved slowly towards the room I had
indicated. Things were really moving along but I still felt as though my game could be up at any
time. As she walked I got the last glimpse of her naked body highlighted in the light and then it
was gone, back into the pink of the fabric and the weak backlight of the electric bulbs.
"Just lay down on your stomach there and I'll kneeldown on the floor here.", I instructed.
She mounted the couch in a kneeling position. I wondered what it would be like to see her up
like that and naked for me. She lay down then and turned her head in toward the couch.
"Is this alright?", she asked.
"Perfect." I said and I meant it. Gravity pulled her gown down on her body showing the
rise of her ass so nicely. I began to massage. My hands roamed her back and shoulders,
stroking her, rubbing her, feeling her.
After about 10 minutes I began to get more daring. My heart pounded out a solid and
quick paced rythm I could feel in my cheast and hardened penis. As my hands began a lowering
pattern begining to carress the upper areas of her buttocks I swooned in an excitment that I could
never have imagined. Though, she was still unaware of my intentions I was begining to feel that
I was getting somewhere; a place I never dreamed I would be allowed to go.
It took only another minute to progress to her entire buttocks. I pressed into her muscle
there. No squeasing or probing that would be considered more inappropriate. She seemed to
like this because she gave no indicationn that she wanted me to stop or move away from that
area.
Where to go from there was a delicate matter. I decided to change approches for the
time being if only to broaden the spectrum of contact. This was to be a moment of truth, I had to
confront her. "Hey Mom?", I wispered. "Why don't you slip your arms out of your robe and pull it
down a little so I can rub your skin more? It keeps bunching up. O.K.?" My heart was beating
like a fucking rabbit's.
"Hm... O.K. Yea." She responded as if just woken. Much to my delight she began to
push herself up a little and loosened the gown in front. In what appeared to be a little less than
full reserve she slipped her arms out, one at a time and pulled it half way down her back
revealing very little of her coveted cheast in the process. As she lay back down, this time facing
me with eyes closed peacfully, I began again. Her naked skin was smooth and warm. I pulled
the gown further down until it reached her buttocks.
My hands found areas on her sides that were softer, approaching her breasts, getting
ever closer. Then one hand did it. Not a full grab mind you but an overt sweep of the side of a
breast. My heart was going nuts but she didn't react. I began more frequent passes of the area
and soon had the sides of her breasts as fair play. I had to move on again.
"I'm going to give you a leg massage too.", I warned.
"O.k.", she responded feebly, eyes still closed. I began down by her ankles and worked
my way up, moving her gown up at the same time. After a few minutes I had her robe up close
to her ass from the lower end. I new if I moved just right I would then be able to see her pussy
but I didn't want it to be that obvious yet. I worked her legs like a true masseuse and finally
looked up.
There it was! The lighting wasn't that good but I could actually see my mother's pussy,
up close and personal. She had a delicate mound of hair that I could see surrounding the slightly
pouting vulva. It was beautiful, just as I would have fantasized it to be. Not too protruding and
yet pouting enough to show a crease clearly building to her mostly obscured clitoral region. I
moved up again, sacrificing my view but bent on making some contact. She had let it go this far
and my mind had no more of it's pessimism left. Something was going to happen.
My left hand began working the territory of her upper torso as my lower explored the
buttocks massaging potential under the scruched up gown. I felt her naked ass then in a much
more carressing way than before. The stakes were rising exponentially and still her eyes were
closed. I felt her sides again, touching her breasts then slipped my right hand down the crack of
her ass. She moved her hips ever so slightly in that uniquely female way that indicates to all
experienced men a degree of receptivity. She had showed her hand.
I ran the leading two fingers of my right hand down her crack, parting it slightly as it
went, toward her vagina. My left hand stopped exploring her and came to find her left breast. I
slid it around it in a cupping fasion just as my right hand found her labia. She didn't resist at a
though I did see a tightness around her eyes then as though she were trying to keep them shut
aginst their will. I stroked her vaginal crease parting the labia gently. Just beneath the surfacehe was wet. Not moist, wet! With no further ado I dipped my two fingers into her. She arched
slightly to receive. I pushed them in, soaking them in her juice and feeling her insides. Slick anwarm. I began a gentle in out motion which she ever so slightly began to match.
I squeezed her cupped breast now, feeling it's full girth and body. After a few good
squeezes I found her nipple with my finger and thumb and grabbed onto it. She was breathing
hard now and clenching her eyes closed. While pinched her nipple with my left hand my right
thumb made contact with her anus. I rubbed her tiny hole, bringing up a little juice from her
vagina to slicken the area and felt it give slightly to my prodding. God, I was working her now.
There was no turning back, I had to fuck her.
I released her nipple and began to work my own sweats off while manipulating her with
the other hand. After a moment of awkward and tense struggling I was nude. I quickly made my
move. I pulled my fingers gently from within her vagina and mounted her, leaving the nightgown
scrunched up over her ass. I slipped quickly into a comfortable position with my legs on either
side of hers and brought myself down to the point of contact with her pussy. I stopped for only
the briefest moment before penetrating her to savor the moment then I pushed my penis into
her. As I pushed in to full burial she moaned and pushed against me. I grabbed her breasts
from either side then and began to fuck her. I squeezed and pinched her breasts now without
hesitation and slid in and out of her with bold and forceful srokes. She heaved and pushed with
me now. All at once she opened her eyes. I looked down on my mother then and let go just as
she found orgasm. I emptied myself deep inside her then. In exhaustion I laid down on her
keeping myself still inside her. Our eyes made contact then for the first time in our new
relationship.
We had only just begun what would become a very hardcore relationship that would
inevitably end in tragedy. With the cards on the table things progressed much more rapidly and I
became somewhat of a tyrant while it lasted. But that, as they say, is another story.
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