Confessions_(5)

In a story I once read, an author addressing himself to lovers of incest stories, told of the ease with which he was able to seduce his mother. He ended his letter saying that there many mothers who would gladly welcome their sons with wide-open arms and legs into their beds, if their hot and horny sons only make a pass at them. He went on to point out that many a single mother, without a lover in her life, more then not were inching for cock and would ultimately, in spite of their moral convictions, be amenable to taking on her own son as a lover if approached properly.

My own eighteen-year-old must have taken the writer at his word because this mother found herself the recipient of her young man’s sexual desire.

That led to me being naked and lying flat on my back, with my son lying on top of me between my parted thighs. His baby-making cock buried to the hilt in my juicy twat, pumping away from one cum-gushing ejaculation after another. Now I find that I am on my way to late motherhood. So all I can say is Thank You, from the bottom of my heart.

I am a widow now living happily in sin, as man and wife with my eighteen-year-old ever-horny and ever-hard son, and will be present him with a son or daughter of his own shortly, before his nineteen birthday, some seven months down the road.

But not all my happiness belongs to the author of the story that helped to get my son thinking that he could get into my panties. Part belongs to my late, overbearing hubby for this new lifestyle of canal bliss with my new found son/lover.

Incest never entered my mind until about a year ago when my late-mate started visiting pornographic sites on line and printing stories with the intent of getting me to read them with him to lend some excitement to our waning sex life.

Raised in a church going atmosphere, I was reluctant to get involved, but did so at my husband’s insistence. It didn’t take long, as we went through story after story to find out that the ones about incest were the ones for us. Soon after reading them I would be spread wide on the bed with Al’s husky love-tool buried deep inside me and sending me through one orgasm after another. It was like we were horny teenagers again.

I quickly became addict to the family love stories and looked forward to reading them each day with my Al. Him sitting behind me naked rubbing my tits and pussy as I read aloud stories of fathers and daughters, aunt and uncles with the nieces and nephew and of course mothers and sons. The last one became a favorite for us both very quickly.

In spite of my acceptance and excitement of family love for others, the thought that I might join those ranks myself never entered my mind, even with a good looking horny teenage son in the house, since my needs were being well taking care of by my husband.