Mother and Son. Who seduced who?
Disclaimer: All sexual activity is between characters over the age of 18. If you have a problem with mother/son incest, please find something else to read. Also, if you don't understand the effects of alcoholism on the family unit, this story may not be for you either. This is a mostly true story based on my life experience. Any similarity between it's characters and any other real people is entirely coincidental. I hope you enjoy.
This actually happened when I was in my late teens. My mother is gone now. So, I decided to share my story. The names were changed to protect the not so innocent. This happened back in the mid 70's. So, keep in mind that times were different back then. Some things that I'll share are common place now, but back then were not so much so.
I hope you like it. I'm not an English or writing major. So, give me a break on English and grammar. This is my first attempt at writing, and they say write what you know. So, here goes...
It was Saturday morning, and a typical mid 1970's Mississippi August. It was hot as hell, and so humid that it was almost unbearable. Except for the fact that we had lived there our whole lives here, we had become accustomed to the weather. I know many of you may think we're all inbred rednecks down here in the south, but that's not the case. However, I may find it hard to remove that "inbred" impression some of you may have after reading my story.
As I woke with a typical morning wood, I began thinking of one of my teachers, Mrs. Knight. Although I was white, I had a huge crush on this gorgeous ebony goddess. Now I don't consider myself as being racist, but in the 70's interracial relationships were just as taboo as the story I'm in the process of telling.
Mrs. Knight had huge breasts, probably at least a DD cup. They jiggled just perfectly in the tight dresses she wore with the somewhat plunging necklines. This guaranteed that every boy in her class would get a boner that would be torturous for the entire length of her one-hour class. She was a very curvaceous woman. She also had the most beautiful almond shaped eyes, and a large ass that swelled in just the right places. She always had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and had nice thick thighs perfect for wrapping around a young boy's head, hips or both... if you're lucky. How could any male my age of 18 years resist a woman with such a stunning figure. I always thought it amazing that she dressed in such a manner considering her husband was a minister.
Too bad she was such a bitch as a teacher.
I held my morning wood while thinking of Mrs. Knight, and I began to slowly stroke my manhood. I imagined her undressing just for my singular pleasure. The more clothes she removed, in my mind, the faster my strokes became. Once her gorgeous globes were bare, with her nipples hard and ready for sucking, I couldn't take any more. My cock exploded with a massive gush of my sloppy sap into the wad of bath tissue I used to catch my load. Then three more spurts followed leaving me expended of all energy.
I lay there with my continued thoughts of Mrs. Knight bouncing around in my head, trying to catch my breath. I slowly returned to normal. Then I got up out of bed, dressed, and went into the kitchen for breakfast. We lived in a typical 3 bedroom ranch style home at the time.
This was a typical Saturday morning. My mother was in the kitchen preparing my breakfast. I didn't speak being the rebellious teen that I was, but my mother said "morning". I think I may have just grunted a "morning" back to her. We weren't particularly close. My whole life was mostly memories of my father passed out in his chair. He was an alcoholic which affected my whole family. It left me holding in all of my feelings and resentments about pretty much everything, but that's a different story.
As I sat there eating my breakfast, I didn't think much of my mother in her night gown which fairly frumpy and came down to mid-calf. It was a typical night gown for a woman of her years. It was more utilitarian than sexy. It showed no cleavage, and was in no way intended to be inviting. She wasn't particularly attractive in my eyes. She was just my mother, and she was 55 at the time.
I just finished my breakfast, left the house, and hooked up with my buds. We would smoke some weed, and enjoy the day high as a kite.
I guess I should give you a little more back story. As I mentioned, my father was an alcoholic, and passed out in his chair every night. I also have a sister 2 years my senior, but she had married and moved out of the house 2 years prior which left her bedroom unused. So, my mother took advantage of the situation, and moved into my sister's old bedroom.
Obviously, with my mother sleeping in a different bedroom than my father, and him being passed out every night, that didn't lead to much intimacy. I'm sure. However, I don't think she was looking for intimacy at the time. At least not from my father. It was not a comfortable environment in which to be raised... again a different story.
Now, being a red-blooded teenage male, you can imagine how much I masturbated in my room. I kept a roll of bath tissue in my room to catch my ejaculation, and for additional cleanup after the fact. Being that young, I also had no forethought of what my parents may think as they emptied my waste basket full of sperm-soaked tissue. I can only assume they knew what was going on in my room each night with my door closed. The evidence was right there in front of them.
One night I was going through my nightly masturbation rituals thinking of Mrs. Knight. However, sometimes I would also think of Miss. Jones. Now she was young, and in her early 20's. This was her first teaching job. She had blonde hair which curled some, and came down to her shoulders. She also had nice breasts. They weren't as large as Mrs. Knight's breasts, but I'm sure they were probably at least a C cup. She was also a curvaceous woman. Although I don't really consider myself having a foot fetish, I did really like Miss. Jones' nice chubby toes. She always wore sandals which showed off those plump toes nicely. They dampened many a wad of tissue as well. As you can see, my fantasies varied greatly.
