My name is Jeanie. Im a 43 yr old single black mother of my 24 yr old son. For several years I chastised myself for my wanton thoughts about my own son, but that didn't change anything. I wondered if there was something wrong with me and if I needed to seek help. Then something happened that changed everything. I was surfing the Internet one day and decided to visit an erotic story site. It was not the first time I had done so, but this time I searched the category for mom/son inceststories. I found several from one particular author and began to read. Before I was very far into the first story I was rubbing my pussy.
The story portrayed a mother similar to me who agonized over her feelings toward her son. Eventually the mother had given in and made love to her son. The story really struck home with me. By my third climax I was exhausted. Still I went to bed that night and masturbated again, this time with Joey, Joey, in the place of the son in the story.
The following day I was reading the stories again and incredibly at the end of the story, the mother became pregnant with her son's child. That was not something I had allowed myself to consider. But it must have been buried somewhere deep in my mind because the thought of being impregnated by my own son excited me like nothing ever had, so much so that I climaxed several more times before I fell into an exhausted sleep.
For the next week, I read more of the author's stories and then looked at the statistic's and comments sections. I was surprised to find that the incest stories were the most downloaded of all stories. In fact, several of this author's incest stories had been downloaded almost two million times each. It occurred to me that there were at least two million people who liked incest stories as I did. When I read the comments I was also surprised that many of them were from women. Some were thanking the author for making them feel like we were not alone and giving them the courage to act on their desires. Suddenly, I too realized that I was not alone.
If all these people found incest exciting, could it be so wrong, I wondered. From there I did more research and found that incest was not as uncommon as many people thought. I found that it had occurred throughout history and in some countries it was rampant. Many of the royalty in Europe were born as a result of incest. Even in the ancient world incest was rampant.
All of this was quite an eye opener for me. After my research I found that I was more excited than before and my dreams and fantasies became very graphic and, of course, always involved Joey. I wrote to the author of the stories and told him of my fantasies. He forwarded me several more stories, which encouraged me to act on my fantasy. I, embolden now, began to plan on how to seduce Joey.
I printed and then left several of the stories lying around to see what happened. Over the next several days I found that the stories had been moved and I was certain that Joey had seen them, if not read them. I was so excited I could have climaxed at a single touch. The following day I grew even bolder and took off my pink panties and left them under the desk where the stories were lying. Later, after Joey had come home and gone to his room, I checked and realized, with great excitement, that my panties were missing.
Later that evening I noticed Joey gazing at me with what might have been desire, but I couldn't be sure. When I went to take shower that night I opened the hamper to throw in my panties and saw the pink panties lying on top. With a trembling hand I reached down and picked them up. I gasped... the crotch was soaked with what had to be sperm. As I stared at what I thought was fresh cum I found my shaking hands bringing the panties closer to my mouth. Suddenly I stuck out my tongue and tasted the creamy liquid. Oh my God, I thought, it is cum.
My hands were trembling as I pulled the panties from my mouth and on impulse stepped into them pulling them up my thighs. A gasp escaped my lips when the sticky fluid reached my black hair pussy mound. I reached down and pressed the sodden crotch to my pussy and then I rushed to my bedroom and threw myself onto the bed. Without closing the door fully I began to masturbate. I pressed the sodden cloth to my swollen pussy as I rubbed my clit.
I could feel Joey's sperm smearing across my smooth flesh and some even drip down my lips. Then I pushed the crotch into my pulsing opening, forcing some of the sperm inside me. The realization that I was pushing live sperm into my unprotected pussy took my over the top. I gasped and moaned as waves of pleasure rushed over me. When one climax ended, another began until I almost passed out.
When I finally recovered and opened my eyes I thought I saw movement outside my door. Could that be Joey, I wondered? Incredibly the thought of that made me slip my hand between my legs and I began all over again.
Several days later I had fallen asleep on the sofa a few minutes before Joey came home. He awoke me with a kiss. I stretched and groaned, saying that my muscles were sore for some reason. Joey smiled and asked if I would like a massage. Of course I said yes, but a bolt of excitement went through me because I knew that the most recent story had a scene where the son had given his mother a massage. I wondered if he had read that part and if so what he was planning. The two of us went upstairs where I got on the bed on my stomach.
"Uh... I can't give you much of a massage with all those clothes on," Joey said.
I giggled and said, "I guess not." With that I stood up and began to unbutton my blouse. I saw Joey's eyes on me as I slowly opened my blouse to reveal my white bra. The bra was rather thin and I knew that my brown nipples could be seen through the gauzy material. Instead of being shy I thrust my chest out slightly and felt a chill of excitement. That made my nipples even harder. Now they were obvious and poking through the material. I felt my pussy begin to swell with excitement. My hands slowly went to my skirt but then I hesitated. "Uh... should I pull my skirt up or..."
Joey didn't let me finish and said, "Take it off."
I was trembling as I tried to unbutton the fastener on my skirt. After several attempts I got it lose and then unzipped the zipper. I turned around to hide my flushed face as I dropped the skirt to my feet and stepped out of it. Feeling Joey's eyes on my ass made my pussy quiver and I worried that my panties were getting wet.
I knew my panties had slipped between my cheeks so I reached back and pulled them out, smoothing the thin material over my ass cheeks. Because the material of my panties was so thin
I knew that when I turned around Joey would be able to see the outline of my hairy pussy. In fact, like my ass, the panties had slipped between my lips, which I didn't remove. I turned around to face Joey. A chill of excitement rushed through me when I saw his eyes dart from my tits to my pussy. The room grew quiet as the sexual tension rose quickly. "Uh... you want me on my stomach first?" I asked, breaking the silence.
Joey's mouth opened but he didn't answer.
