This is a story of mother and son incest.
All characters are eighteen years of age or older.
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The year was 1949. Things were different then. Sexual mores were stricter, far stricter. There were no birth control pills. A woman's thoughts, when it came to sex, were always affected by the fear of unwanted pregnancy. Virginity was close to being the norm among high school girls. Maybe, in fact, most girls that age were virgins.
Oral sex was almost unheard of. Probably it was more common than most people thought, but women, and most men too, considered it dirty. A common epithet among men and teenaged boys was 'you eat it', meaning pussy. Men considered a blow job something only a prostitute would perform. Many men could not conceive of kissing a woman after she had sucked his cock. Women also thought of oral sex as dirty. When they thought of it at all.
Masturbation, too, was considered shameful. Boys were advised against it by doctors and the clergy. Religions took the view that women should not touch their private parts except for washing them.
Women, though, did talk between themselves, especially close friends. Men and, as always has been, teenaged boys talked too.
Divorce was rare. Couples stayed married and worked through their problems, or learned to live with them. To be sure, this often resulted in unhappy households; but not as often as you would expect.
Edna's husband had passed away a few years previously leaving her with a young son fourteen years old. Her husband had been twenty years older than Edna. She had married him during the depression when men who could support a wife, and probably a family, were hard to find. Her husband had been a farmer. Admittedly not every year was good, but overall he was able to provide for Edna and their son quite well. The farm had thrived during the war years. At the end of the war, the same year her husband died, they were quite prosperous.
After his death Edna leased out the farm land and moved into the small city not far away. She didn't want to sell the farm. She hoped that her son would someday take it over. Her husband had left her sufficiently well off that she and her son had enough to live on if they didn't spend too wildly.
Her son, Rick, had just turned eighteen when this story begins. He was a senior in high school. He was a little less than average height and quite slim. Skinny might describe him better. He had few athletic abilities, but he was quite intelligent.
He had no girlfriend and very few dates. The girls in his school had no interest in someone like him. Like most teenage boys, though, he was interested in them. He had the normal range of fantasies to spice up his jerk off sessions. Sessions he kept carefully secret, he thought. Edna knew, however, she was his mother. They always know. She never mentioned it to him, so he continued in blithe ignorance.
Rick tried to help his mother as much as he could. He was not demanding and took on a part time job at a local grocery. He worked every Saturday and three evenings a week until seven o'clock. He contributed a large part of his pay to household expenses and another equal amount to savings for college. Edna saved as much as she could from the money he gave her for household expenses. She didn't tell him about it, though. That money, too, was for his college.
Rick was friendly enough with the other boys in his class. He was easy to get along with. They talked like boys their age have talked since time began; braggadocio and lies. Wondering about what girl they could fuck and suppositions about who would 'put out'. The fact was that almost none of them had ever fucked anything more feminine than their fist.
Edna was thirty-eight. She was slim with very small breasts, almost flat chested. Her legs were nice and she had a pretty face. She was a friendly woman active in community affairs.
It was mid-winter when Rick dressed up and Edna let him take the car to attend a dance at school. She thought about him after he had left. She was concerned that he couldn't seem to make any headway with girls. Those thoughts led to memories of her own younger days. She thought fondly of her deceased husband. Despite the difference in their ages he had been able to satisfy her sexually until just before he had passed away. He had been a good lover and well hung. She missed sex, but she was still able to get pregnant and was not willing to risk it.
As her husband aged he could not always perform in the bedroom. He offered to go down on her, but she refused. She had trouble envisioning kissing him after he had kissed her private parts. Eventually she allowed it. It was a night when she was so horny she was willing to try anything. She experienced a wild, intense orgasm. Better than any she had ever experienced.
Afterward she covered her husband with kisses, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. On his face too as she delighted in licking it clean. Her repugnance was forgotten, even to the point that she was soon sucking his dick to give him satisfaction. It was only a few days before she let him cum in her mouth. The natural next step was swallowing his seed, but she often delighted in kissing him as she rolled it around in her mouth savoring it.
A thought came to her. She pushed it out of her mind, but it returned every time. It was not the first time this thought had come to her. This time, though, it invaded her mind with far more force. It was a way to help Rick. Far in the back of her mind there was a whisper.
And me too.
Rick got home about eleven. Edna was still up. She was dressed in her best nightgown covered by a robe. A dab of her perfume made her feel extra feminine. She had a stiff drink just before she expected him, to give herself courage. He smiled at his mother, but she could tell he was dejected.
"Sit down, Rick, and talk to me," she told him.
Edna had practiced, in her mind, what she would say to him. Even so she had trouble getting started.
"Rick, Can we talk about something?" She managed to get out.
"I guess so, Mom."
"You never seem to have any dates, honey. I can't help but wonder why."
"Mom," Rick replied, then hesitated. "I don't think girls are attracted to me."
"Oh, Rick, they don't know you like I do." She stopped talking to gather her thoughts. She could understand why girls weren't attracted to Rick, but he was her son and that made the situation unacceptable. She rushed on before she lost her courage.
"Rick, I can tell you how to have all the women you want, if you want to know."
Rick looked up, surprised. "You can?"
"Yes," Edna continued. "If you do the things I tell you to do women will chase you."
"How, Mom?"
"The first thing, and the most important, is to never tell anyone about women you were with. Not even to your best friend, or other women. I know young boys like to brag, but you cannot do that. Not even hints about what may have gone on."
"I can do that, Mom," Rick told her.
"Second, you must agree to follow my instructions. You may not want to, but the rewards will be great if you do. And, - you will come to enjoy it, even if you don't at first."
"Ok, Mom. I will."
"Have you ever kissed a girl, Rick? I mean really kissed."
