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[Story Name] an incest victim grows up
[Author] Unknown
[Type] Mother/son


When I was 14 years old, I had been dating a boy who was sexually aware. Donnie kept pressuring me to have sex. Within a few months, I had partially given in and started giving him hand jobs. By the time that I turned 15, this escalated to blowjobs. He kept after me, trying to get me to 'go all the way', and I continuously refused. I must say that I became quite expert at orally pleasing him. Finally, I conceded. On our first and only encounter Donnie had taken my virginity and was still 'making love' to me when my father walked in on us.


Donnie was allowed to leave with his body intact, but I was not that lucky. My father raped me on the spot. At first, I hid the truth from my mother, because dad had pleaded with me and promised that he would never touch me again. It was the alcohol that made him do it, he insisted. He even swore to me that he wouldn't drink anymore. However, within two weeks, I had missed my period, and from then on it was all downhill for him.


On mama's insistence and my testimony, my father was sent to prison.


During the interim fourteen years, my life has been a personal Hell. I have not been able to have a lasting relationship with any of the men in my life because the memory of the incestuous incident is so deep-seated in my psyche. Even my short-lived relationships have been without sex because of my fears of older men (father figures). Needless to say, my inner sexual feelings were often in turmoil.


Yet, as I get older (I am 29 years old now) I often think of my father and I sometimes wonder whether he was truly at fault or was it 'in him'? Could it have been in his genes? Was it possible that he could not have avoided it? These thoughts are now especially relevant.


It was about a month ago that I found my 14-year-old son on top of his little 'girlfriend' in our living room, pawing and trying to put his hands inside of her clothes. I interrupted the scene and soothed the young girl's nerves before taking her home. Naturally, she 'broke off' with him immediately thereafter.


I felt that the time had come to talk to my son about sex. He already seemed quite knowledgeable but I wanted to make sure that he was fully aware of all of the dangers and the perils. I told him everything that was necessary yet he had a real curiosity and wanted to know things about his father, about me, etc. I answered as best I could but finally I slipped and the truth came out.


I expected him to react in horror but instead I found him positively enthralled and he kept asking more and more questions. The Genie was out of the bottle. I realized that I was telling him much more than he needed to know, yet I felt a strange inner excitement in sharing the details with him. To my surprise, I noticed that my story had gotten Donnie aroused. I could see the tent pressing in his jeans.


That first night, after relating my experience to my son I went to bed, finding myself strangely aroused. Unable to sleep, I began to masturbate, remembering my father fucking me. Remarkably, I only had pleasant memories. As I worked myself to a sexual frenzy my mind switched from my father and for the first time in my life, I thought of my son's cock.


After finishing myself off, I lay in horror at what I had just envisaged. It was bad enough that I had dreamt about Donnie for the past couple of years, but to now actually masturbate and fantasize about him was shocking. Was this what had happened to dad? Did he have these same feelings about my sister and I? Obviously, from everything that I had gone through, I realized that my thinking was perverted. Yet, I could neither hate nor stop myself. During the next couple of nights, I found myself glancing at Donnie's crotch when he was not looking and, when I was in my bed afterward, I thought of it.


On Friday night, he again queried me about my rape. God forgive me but this time I purposely began going into the details, while fully intending to arouse him. I told myself that I just wanted to see if Donnie would get hard at my words. Instead of just telling him that my father had just put his 'thing' in me and forced himself, now I told him graphically how I spread my legs, wrapped them around him, and pushed back with my body.


Within seconds, Donnie's pants were sticking out. I am sure that he was also wet. Shortly thereafter, we said goodnight to each other. Donnie gave me my nightly peck on the lips but I could feel him linger there longer than on other nights and I felt an uncomfortable strangeness within me. We both went to our bedrooms.


As I undressed I tried to understand what I did and why. Was I truly trying to arouse my own son? Obviously, I was, but for what purpose, I wondered. Was it for my own amusement at seeing him get hard? Then I faced the more obvious question. Was I trying to get Donnie aroused so that he wanted to do more? I denied to myself that was the reason yet I knew deep down inside of me that was probably my real motive.


What if I had succeeded? After all, I thought, he did linger a moment while kissing me goodnight. Had he been thinking of trying to kiss me...really kiss me? I felt those familiar stirrings within my loins and the answer became obvious. I was enjoying making my son hard and it was exciting me that I was doing so.


Quickly I jumped into bed, completely naked, with the full intention of bringing my body to eruption. I slipped beneath the blankets and just as my fingers began to touch my pussy Donnie knocked on the door. I quickly pulled my hand from between my legs.


He stuck his head in the door. "Ma?" he called softly.


Like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar my heart began beating hard against my chest. I had no idea what to expect or any inkling as to how I might react.


"Yeah, sweetie, what'sup?"


As he walked into the room I saw that he only had his jockey shorts on, which was his usual attire.


"Can I, can we talk a minute?"


"Yeah hon. Sit here." I moved a hand from under the blanket and patted the side of the bed. He sat down and remained silent while looking at me, apprehensively.


"Well?" I prodded.


I saw his Adam's Apple swallow nervously and after a thirty-second wait, he plunged into the conversation, "I, well, your story, you know, what you told me about you and your...dad...you, well, I er..."


He was obviously uncomfortable, so I tried helping. "Yeah sweetie, what about it? What d'ya wanna know?"


Again a slight hesitation. "Well you know I'm just...you said he...Well I'm trying to know...How come, I mean, I think you enjoyed it, didn't you?"


I smiled at my son's discomfit, and by now my own incestuous genes were taking over. I guessed that Donnie's were starting also.


"You mean when my dad was inside me? Pushing in and out?" As I asked these questions, I could see his jockeys rise from his expanding prick.


He nodded almost as if he was afraid that his voice would betray him if he spoke. I realized at that point that I had truly wanted to have sex with this child, my own son. I had often seen his prick, and as he got older I took notice of its increasing in size. I also, god forgive me, but I had actually seen this piece of flesh as a thing of beauty. A thing of beauty that, I must admit, excited me.


I purposely looked at Donnie's crotch so that he could see me looking there, and I whispered, "Does that make you hard? Thinking of my dad in me?"


With downcast eyes he simply murmured, "Uh huh...yeah, I er guess so..."


"When I tell you the story do you think of the cock moving in and out of me?"


He nodded furiously. I turned on my side to face him. Lying on one elbow I gently moved my free hand over his body and placed it on his lump, as I whispered, "Whose cock do you think of in me, baby? Your daddy's?"


He did not respond. He seemed frozen to the spot. Slowly I closed my hand softly on his cock and whispered, "This cock? Is this the cock you think of in me sweetheart?"


As I squeezed on the hardness in his pants he groaned, "Nnnnggg, yeah, yeah, mom, yeah I doooooooo..."


"Take off your shorts baby. Is that what you want?" He nodded and stood, and I urged, "Hurry, baby. Come up here..."


I was out of control. All these years without sex and now I had the cock of my desire. The cock I had watched since he was a baby. The same cock that I began dreaming about from the time that the boy was 10 years old. I had dreamed the thoughts but now I did not want to dismiss them anymore. I wanted this cock as surely as my father wanted me. The only difference was that I was not forcing this on my son. He actually desired me just as my dad...his dad...desired me.


As soon as he kicked his jockeys off his ankles, he stood there looking at me awaiting instructions. My eyes traveled to his cock and I was fascinated by it. The flesh was so pure and full. Not as big and scary as our father's was, but bigger than the original Donnie, who was three years older than my son was. With the original Donnie, I became an expert at giving 'head' and I actually enjoyed doing it. The thought of sucking my own son's cock had my pussy juices simmering.


"C'mon baby lay here..." I moved inside further and patted the bed.


My son moved, nervously climbing up on the bed. I lifted the blanket for him to slip underneath.


"You more comfortable under the blanket baby?" I asked as he lay his head down and turned to face me.


"Uh huh, y-yeah mom."


Lying on my side and facing my son, I allowed my hand to move toward his crotch. I watched his eyes widen as he looked at me, knowing where my hand was going. My fingers wrapped themselves around the hardness of male flesh. Donnie moaned softly and I studied the look of absolute pleasure that filled the child's face. His cock was red hot and throbbing.


"This is what you wanna put in me, hah baby?" I whispered as I slowly pulled the pecker tightly to the top and then brought my hand down slowly.


"Ummmm, yeah..." His eyes pushed to the back of his head for a moment.


"I know baby. I know...You've thought of me...and I've thought of you." I was slowly stroking his cock now. "Haven't you baby...thinking of me for long..."


"Mmmmmm ooooo a long time ma. I...You're so pretty...I do that...what you're doing...I... think of you."


"Do you baby? That's nice. Think of your mama. Putting it in me."




"Before last week...You've been thinking of me before this past week when I started telling you about sex?"


"Yeah...yeah mom." Stroke. Stroke. "Nice...I...oooo...Since I first learned...OHH that's nice. Can I...can we do it mom?"


I couldn't stand the pressures anymore. I threw the blanket off our naked bodies. Eagerly my hand raced right back onto the boy's large cock. I wanted to put it in my mouth. I wanted to show him how good I was with my mouth, as my father had showed me how good he was with his. I talked on my son's quivering belly as I kissed my way downward on the baby-soft skin. At the same time, my fingers continued working on his rock solid cock.


"You wanna put this in mama, don't you. Tell me baby. Tell me what you've been wanting to do," I prodded as my mouth reached its destination.


My fingers clasped at the bottom of the shaft to hold the beautiful looking thing steady. I pursed my lips and brought them to the tip of his twitching cock. Slowly I opened my mouth to take the throbbing mass in me.


I heard him gasp and then groan, "Nnnnnnnngggggg. Oooooo mama yeah oooh gooood. You're...it's so good...I wanna put it in you too mama...in your er your pussy. I wanna oooo put it OH in your cunt...OHHH...and your ass...your ass looks so niccccccce."


I heard his words and my mind swirled. I couldn't believe that Donnie was so advanced in his knowledge.


My former boyfriend's cock had never felt so smooth, large and hard inside of my mouth. The twitching that my mouth and tongue was causing was heating up my lustful urges. I could feel the tip of my son's cock at the beginning of my throat and then I pulled upward, slowly, and tantalizingly. The thrilling cock-flesh passed smoothly within my lips. My mouth was sucking forcefully. I could feel his body trembling, as he pushed up to meet me and I moved my mouth back down. This was something that I only now recognized that I had wanted from the time that I first realized that my son had a man-cock.


I allowed my mouth further movement up and down on the smooth shaft. I temporarily slid my lips all the way off and my tongue licked first around the delicious head and then around and about the throbbing shaft.


Donnie's moans were more frequent and his movements were becoming more excitable. His hips were pushing up hard, hoping to impale his cock back into my mouth. I knew that the boy was quickly reaching his climax. I plunged my open mouth upon him once again and he groaned loudly. At the same time, he frantically clasped the back of my head with his hands while his body automatically began to fuck my mouth.


He was about to cum. I held his hips tightly and moved my mouth all the way down on his shaft. He continued groaning as he pushed his hips upward with greater urgency. I felt the first blast of sperm squirt forcefully deep into my throat. I pulled my mouth back somewhat as the second spurt blasted out into my mouth, saturating my swirling tongue.


With all of my being, I sucked on the child's flesh and as I swallowed the sticky juice, another squirt shot deep into my mouth. Donnie held my head tightly as the final couple of squirts flowed into my mouth. With the dedication of a professional, I drained the thing clean, sucking and gently scraping upward with the edges of my teeth. His moaning was finally subsiding. It was just about at that time that I realized how happy my father must have been with my reaction to his eating my pussy.


Even though I had swallowed quite a bit of cum Donnie had squirt so much that I still had a mouthful. I moved up on my son's still-heaving body, mouth closed but with cum seeping at the sides. I saw his eyes widen as he followed my approach. It had to take a lot of courage for him to stay there, seeing me coming close. Then I was above him. He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath from the excitement of his first blowjob. I watched with amusement his confusion as he realized that I had a mouthful of his cum.


I moved my hand down to his flaccid pecker, gliding over its wetness so that although I was pulling on it, my hand was only sliding, not grasping, up and down the softened shaft. I did this a few times while my face hovered about 12 inches above his. As I moved my hand, I felt his body begin to react. He was quickly becoming hard again.


"Oooooo mama..."


I bent my head down slowly, about 6 inches, leaving our mouths still about 6 inches apart. My fingers continued arousing him. I was having a terribly hard time not swallowing the mouthful of cum.


Donnie's cock was at full size again. He was looking up at me with a questioning look on his face. Amazingly, right before my eyes I saw his expression change from exhaustion to lust. In that instance a man was born. I knew that it was only a matter of moments before my son allowed himself to be overtaken by complete depravity. I loved it.


As my fingers worked their magic, I heard him give a last gasp moan and immediately thereafter I felt his hands fumbling and clutching at the back of my head, pulling me down to meet his hungry mouth. Out mouths met and I pushed out my tongue with drops of cum on it, guiding his lips to part. I felt Donnie's mouth open and mash with mine, and his hands pulled down on my head.


I opened my mouth and allowed his juices to flow down into his, while my hand continued squeezing at his now throbbing cock. The wild moans that arose from within him told me that my son was as lustful as his father, mother, and grandfather. He was as wild as any grown-up male could be.


(Oh daddy, I am sorry. I did not understand.)


By now, my insides were churning with sexual feelings. All those feelings that my father drew out of me were again flashing through me. I now somehow knew what my father experienced because right at this moment if my son had not have been a willing participant I swear that I would have raped him. My legs were straddling his little body as our lips and tongues continued sucking, kissing and licking on each other, the cum flowing in both of our mouths and throats.


His naked skin felt like it was on fire beneath mine. He was gently rolling from side to side as I pushed my pussy down on his cock, which was again at full force. I felt it probing my entrance. I had to feel him inside of me. I wanted cock! My son's cock! Now!


I pushed down, feeling him gliding into me. I had not had a man there in 14 years and I swear that my juices were immediately flowing. The feeling was unbelievable. My son's cock! Moving with ease into the depths of my wetness. Down I pushed further. As our mouths stayed glued together, sucking wildly, Donnie began moaning constantly. I pulled my hips back up and then fucked them back down and his hands moved up onto my breasts, squeezing roughly. This roughness increased my excitement and I increased my tempo on the hot shaft.


Donnie was now fucking up and down, and with an urgency, his hands moved quickly from my breasts, around to my back and then down. I felt them clutch tightly on the cheeks of my ass as he began to buck up and down, out of control. His mouth tore away from mine, seemingly gasping for air, and I watched his sweating face as he felt his body begin its build-up to its final eruption.




I bore down with all of my strength, tightening my pussy muscles when I pulled upward and then pushing down hard again. I wanted this to be the best that he could ever have. My body was still straddling his and I must have looked like I was riding in the Kentucky Derby, bouncing up and down with wild abandon.


"Mama something...oooo....OHHH, I'm OHHH..."


The thought that my son was cumming inside me seemed to cause my whole brain to flash red and my body to become seized with a fantastic pleasure as spasms gripped me in rapturous pleasure.


Mother and son were cumming together.




Part 2


Later as we laid there in the dark resting, he spoke.




"Yeah baby?"


"Next time, can I do you like I said?"


I am sure that I tensed; knowing to what he was alluding.


"What's that baby?" I asked innocently.


"In you, er, can I do it in your...ass?" he asked nervously.


"No. No hon, unh unh. I don't think...How do you know about that, anyway?"


"I, er, Joey Jiv had a couple of videos. I, er, I thought, that's when I first thought of you."


I was very surprised by his remark. "Why? Did...Do I look like I do that?"


"Oh no mama, no, not that. It's just that the girl in the video looked so much like you that I...I...jerked...played with myself thinking of you. And that girl...she...well she looked like....she enjoyed...she really liked it. "


"And you masturbated thinking of doing, fucking my ass?"


He nodded shyly. Then suddenly he made a shocking admission. "Mama, I...I love your ass. It's beautiful. So much nicer than that girl. I...I love it..."


"Well I'm afraid not sweetheart. If you wanna do that you're gonna have to find that girl that was in the video. Not me. I'm sorry Donnie, but that hurts a girl too much."


"No," he immediately responded. "I...I wouldn't hurt, I-I promise...Please mama? I'll be good...go easy, I promise. Please?"


"Unh unh." I stood my ground. "Sorry sweetie."


"Will you think about it? Please?"


I could not believe how persistent he was.


"We'll see," I said and immediately regretted saying that, knowing that would only encourage him.


From that night forward Donnie began sleeping in with me. Raging incest!


During that first night, I did not sleep too good thinking of what my son had been asking of me. Utmost in my mind was that I would like to give him complete happiness. Yet, to do what he wanted scared me. I had heard stories of the pain that was inflicted by ass fucking. True I had heard a few conflicting stories but that did not alleviate the fear.


Sure, my son was not full-grown yet and I remembered that I was able to get that dildo past the sphincter a few times when I was drinking and I masturbated. As I recalled those times, I realized that Donnie's cock was not as wide as that dildo.






Part 3


It was about a week later. I was the first of us to shower and I went to bed while my son took his shower. I had my back turned when he came into the room. He slid in behind me and whispered, "I got us a surprise."


Curious, I asked, "What sweetie?"


His arm moved over my body to my front and I held him. I felt something in his hand. "What's this?"


"It's called KY Jelly."


I tensed and lay there completely motionless, holding his hand in my grip. A fear ran through me, fear of the unknown. I had thought that Donnie had forgotten about this, although I had not. Every night for a week the thought had came to me as I wondered if my son would pursue his wish and, if he did, would I give in. Each night I convinced myself a little bit more that there would be a good possibility that it would not be so bad. And if it made Donnie happy...


Now the moment was here and as I lay there my mind raced. If we used a lot of the KY it might not be so bad, I tried to convince myself. My heart was pounding at the thought of the deed. I held Donnie's hand in front of me. He was holding a tube. I could feel his hard cock as it twitched against the crack of my ass. This was something that he obviously wanted badly.


I reached out my other hand, and as he held the tube I unscrewed the cap. As I started to do that, his cock twitched more frantically against my buttocks, knowing that I was agreeing.


"If I tell you to stop, you have to stop, understand, sweetheart?" I could hear my voice shaking. He grunted an eager "uh huh" and I started to squeeze the jelly over his fingers. I could barely hear my own voice as I said, "Put lots and lots in me sweetheart. Otherwise you're gonna hurt me."


"No I won't mom, I promise. Thanks ma."


Eagerly he began pushing at my shoulder from the back, guiding me onto my stomach. Soon I felt his trembling hands on my ass. First, his one hand moved into the crack and held it apart, and then the fingers of his other hand went to work on me, rubbing loads of the grease all along my crack, and then moving to the hole. Donnie was being extra careful. Apparently, his hand holding my ass crack open also held the KY, and he continuously squeezed gobs and gobs onto his other hand. At first, he just greased at the hole and then, once he was sure that I was prepared, his finger slowly penetrated, barely to the top of his fingernail. I tensed and then remembered that the only way that this would not hurt is if I was completely relaxed.


My son was truly trying to become a lover to me. As he fed more and more jelly within my hole his mouth began working on the flesh of my back, buttocks and thighs. His tongue and lips were not those of a 13-year-old, they were more like a polished lover. I was easily becoming pleasantly aroused under the guidance of his mouth and hands. By now, he was working two or three fingers in and out of my asshole without me feeling uncomfortable. Actually, I was enjoying the intrusion.


"It's okay baby. Come on. Let's give it a try," I told him.


He did not need any coaxing. "Can y-you get up on your knees, ma?"


I knew the position required. I raised myself up on my knees and placed my head and chest down on the mattress as he got up behind me. Knowing how careful he had been I knew that his cock had to be covered with the Jelly also. He moved in and I could feel the heat of his lower body against me. My heart was pounding with fear but I forced my body to totally relax.


Donnie moved his upper body over my back and I felt his cock pushing at me. He was at the crack of my ass but at least an inch away from its goal. I reached my hands behind me to help engage him to me. I was right; his cock was completely greased. I guided the head to my hole.


"There, sweetheart, do it easy."


Almost miraculously, he entered without the least obstruction. "Unnnngggghhhh," he groaned.


At the same time, I gasped. The penetration was captivating. Not like intercourse, yet in some ways just as interesting. I was feeling my boy sliding deeper into me and I was feeling extremely stuffed. He was lying over my back. I felt his eager hands move under me, beginning to squeeze, using that same roughness that I was becoming accustomed to from him.


I could tell by his heavy breathing on my neck that Donnie was not going to last too long. Yet, I wanted him to remember this as one of the best memories in his life. His throbbing cock was buried deep within my ass and before he could slide it backwards, I squeezed my inner muscles on his flesh, forcing it back. At the same time this squeezing was giving his cock a wonderful pressurized force. He groaned again.


When the head of his cock was almost out of my ass, he pushed it back in to the depths. Again, I squeezed it out with my inner muscles and once more Donnie groaned. He was moving in and out now with speed. I guessed that he could not control his release. His hands were working roughly on my nipples and breasts and I was totally turned on from the roughness and the stuffed feeling.


"Oh mama I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cmmmmmmmm."


He was pounding in and out like a madman, going at such a speed that I actually felt a burning sensation up in my penetrated and violated asshole.


"Cum baby cum...it's okay...cum in me..."




His little body jerked and twisted as the final spurts of sperm shot into my ass.


I know I won't be believed when I say that I truly had not thought of getting pregnant from this night of supreme pleasure and that all that had been on my mind was my son's happiness. Therefore, I will avoid making any excuses. However, now that my pregnancy is a reality I am still trying to figure just how my life became so screwed up.


Was this all my father's fault? Was there incest in his family when he was growing up? Here I am, going to have a baby, from what...my son? My brother? Moreover, what will my relation be to this baby? If it is healthy.


For now I will sleep with my son knowing that some day soon he will be grown and he will no longer want an older woman.


An even wilder thought occurred to me. My son has now been introduced to, and enjoys sex with, family. Whether that came from my teaching or his father's genes, I do not know. Might not it be possible that I have a daughter and sometimes in the future she and Donnie...? It is all too complicated.



The End