Friday Night….

On a warm Friday evening back in 2019, around 6p, I get a desperate call from my best friend… “Can you stay at the house this weekend, entertain her, please” he desperately begins the call with? “Her” is his wife… I chime in “yeah man, she’s definitely feeling lonely lately” I say as I push for specifics…

(her and I chat, he and I chat, offering my opinion is very common as this has been the topic of conversation for quite some time)

Ignoring me completely, he continues,

“She keeps busting my balls, calling every 10 mins. She feels isolated, alone, you know how she is!” Again, I chime in, “brother she’s 40, the kids are almost out of the house, she wants you to spend time with her, take her to dinner, do shit”. He wants to respond but has nothing, he knows I’m right. “Brother, you both can afford to go do things, she wants to go places, experience life”.

For the record, and totally off topic. this man’s wife has the greatest pair of big fat tits. For those who think “bigger is better”, this is the one! Furthermore,
she’s thick but tone with dirty blonde hair, about 5’7”. Thinking about it, she has Kitty Lee’s body with a much prettier face.. A very attractive woman with a body built for fucking.

(according to hubby, she has a high sex drive and is very open minded… Cocksucker hit the lotto for sure)

With a long sigh he annoyingly utters what I could see coming from a mile away, “I don’t have time for this, Bobby is about to go on, can you stay at my place and keep her off my back so I can enjoy myself?”

And there it is…..

Honestly, he’s frustrated, I get it. He plans ahead for this weekend long festival well in advance, keeps her in the loop through the entire process, it’s kind of fucked thats she’s laying this guilt trip on him while he’s hours away. I’m torn, he’s been dropping the ball with regard to their marriage for a while now.. Then again, this is his once a year “get fucked up and jam out with thousands of dirty hippies weekend, “I suppose she should honor that.

Regardless…

Reluctantly, I respond with Sure man, I’ll head up there now and hang with her….” (honestly, I just want to hang at home, rub one out and crash, it’s been a long week but fuck it, she’s good people and fun to drink with)

Relieved, he replies “text me when you get up there, I’ll call and let her know, thanks brother” and quickly hangs up.. I set the phone down, take a deep breath, collect my shit and prepare for my hour long trip….

A bit of background on the friendship. Buddy and his wife married young, 18-19, had kids, they’re in their teens. We’ve known each other for about 20 years and they are 4-5 years my senior.

For the last few years we do dinner on Friday evenings at their place, a modest spot in the middle of cow country. We smoke, drink and eat well. I normally stay the night, sometimes sticking around on Saturdays to help with ongoing renovation projects.

We’re all an open book by the way, we know everything about each other. It’s actually very nice, I enjoy their company, as they definitely enjoy mine..

I’m divorced, have a great job and a high school age kid. I also have a very comfortable couch and plenty of food in a decent suburban apartment.
An apartment I will enjoy some other time, my drive is complete..

Teresa (wife) is on the porch, shorts, tank top, drinking a rum and coke. She has her hair in a ponytail, which is new for her. She normally dresses like a Sunday school teacher. Her hair always down, outfits very conservative, “boring” is the best way to put it. She certainly doesn’t show off her figure, her gigantic tits always put away, which is a shame quite frankly..

With a hug and peck on the cheek, I make a sarcastic comment, as I normally do, “sweet handle bar, you’re missing one side”. Teresa gives me a “you’re not funny” smirk” and proceeds to tell me that she’s been “experimenting with new styles”.

I waste no time, “you got it, flaunt it, I know Sam (hubby) would like to see more of you experimenting”. She immediately lets out a laugh, like, a quick chuckle filled with doubt, if that makes sense?

Again, in a serious tone I proclaim, “seriously, switch it up, show him you still got it, let him see other men gawk at you, get that little head going…..” She looks at me defeated and says “he knows what I have, what he has access to. He chooses to ignore me” using her hands to outline her breasts and body, exactly how the Price is Right women would display a new prize.. “I’m lonely, tired of being treated like I don’t exist. Months ago I asked him to sit the festival out” she exclaimed. “I asked if we could go away, focus on us for a minute, that I needed him…” Starting to well up, she rhetorically asks “Where is he” as she walks into the house….

So here I am, barely been there 10 minutes, she’s already crying and I’m on the porch by myself thinking “you couldn’t of talked about something else, you had to immediately bring up her failing marriage, good job jackass”….

She’s a strong woman, emotional and poetic, but tough. It wasn’t long before I hear her calling my name from inside the house. I take a deep breath and head inside. Teresa is in the kitchen, she cleaned herself up and is mixing both of a strong cocktail. Without missing a beat, she hands me my drink, we cheers and take a sip as she immediately picks up from where we left off.

As she starts to speak I take a step forward and gently lean in to give her a warm, comforting hug. I definitely surprised the shit out of her. At first she was stiff as board, cold, surprised at my very forward act. It took a minute before you could feel her body relax…. Not saying a word, we stood there hugging, my arms around her upper shoulders, hers around d my waste. Both of us, a firm yet gentle embrace, you could tell it meant something. It was quite nice if I’m being honest.

(being a dude, I have to point out how great her tits felt pressed against my chest, I finally have visual confirmation, as well as touch, of just how fucking big they are. Her puffy hard nipples, pressed against my chest, perfecto!)

After what felt like 20 minutes, I now have a rock hard dick so I pull away. “You’re a smart, beautiful, sexy woman who deserves happiness” I say, as I try to conceal my very obvious excitement. She looks at me and smiles as I conclude my thought “ponytail and tank top, my new favorite look” as I look down, laser focused on her giant titties that were currently on display, hours and hours of fun, beautiful cleavage, no bra)

Remember when I said “we know everything about each other?” It’s no secret hubby and I both have a thing for huge giant titties, conversations she’s been privy too, normally just giggling and walking away.. Staring down at them was certainly knew, however, she was well aware of my infatuation, in general, for big natural breasts. Yeah, I’ve looked at her, but nothing more than looking, in my head she’s a no-go, off limits..

It’s at that moment, still in our embrace, she says “I have to come clean”. Oh boy” spews out of my mouth as I question her, not with words, but wi5 the look in my eyes….

“I’ve had a crush on you for the last 20 years.” And don’t worry, Sam knows, he thinks it’s funny. “But, I want you to know, I’ve always had a thing for you.” Shocked, I ask “When me and the ex visited you, is this why you treated her poorly? Shaking her head in agreement, Teresa responds “that bitch took you for granted, treated you like shit for years”, you deserved better, fuck her”.

I laugh out loud as I share “she’s my one and only bad lay, dead inside and in the sack, terribly boring with no enthusiasm, a waste……” Teresa chuckles and shares “well, at least Sam has a big dick but I fantasize about other people when he fucks me. The one or two times a month he does fuck me, I keep my eyes closed, I go through the motions to keep my life semi-normal, but I’m not in love with him anymore, too many years have gone by, I’m over it”.

“Teresa, I had no idea it was this bad, I know he can be a dick, but never thought it was on this level, what are you going to do?” Teresa takes a step back, grabs our drinks and confidently shares “Hanna has three years of school left” as she hands me my drink, “once she graduates and goes to college, I’m leaving”. Her eyes start to fill with tears as we both take a big gulp of intoxicatingly strong rum and cokes… She leans over, grabs a tissue and wipes her eyes as we both take a well deserved gulp of mind numbing spirits…

Our drinks polished off, Teresa quickly time for another” as she grabs my glass and heads for the counter…… Unsure of what to say, completely blown away with the last hour of my life, Teresa swings her head around, ponytail in the air, and says “I’m sorry if my confession has made you uncomfortable, that was not my intention, I just needed you to know” as she turned her head forward to focus on drinks.

I don’t know what came over me, but I felt this urge to hold her.. The last hour had quickly turned in an emotional adventure for the two of us. However, she had a minimum of three years of hell to go through, which saddened me. I had lived that life and it miserable, my heart ached for her.

Throwing caution to the wind, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her stomach, careful to stay below her breasts, resting my head on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and reached for my arms. I whispered in her ear, “I’m here for you” as she let out a whimper and sigh of relief.

It wasn’t long before my dick was coming to life.. She was absolutely pressing her ass just enough for my guy to feel it. Moving from side to side, T was knowingly trying to get me hard and I could care less. I whisper in her ear “I know what you’re doing”, as I begin to mirror her movements, moving my dick from side to side, pushing in….

With both a whimper and deep breath Teresa takes her hand and begins to run it along my covered dick.. “Oh yeah” she says as I let out a gentle moan, immediately, and slowly, moving my fingers to the base of her giant breasts. I think to myself, “Finally” as I open my hands and grab the biggest pair of tits I’ve ever felt. Teresa let’s out a soft moan, catching her breath enough to say “please fuck me!”

Im so fucking hard I can’t stand it, as I respond “soon baby, soon” as I move my right hand inside her waistband, her pussy and clit my targets. She moans out again as I take my left hand, already squeezing and pinching her left nipple, I quickly grab her throat, pulling her head to my my face, forcefully, T whimpering away “How bad do do you want my dick in you” I whisper as she runs her tongue along her upper lip..

3 seconds later, and not missing a beat, Teresa, her hand in my pants now, my dick in hand……. Actually, it’s more like, “Teresa the magician, her hands suddenly down my pants, with a king fu grip on my dick, a grip so tight she could tell you how many beats per minute my heart was pumping” she’s rapid fire jerking me, it’s to tip, long strong stokes……

In return, my left hand still gripping her neck and my right hand buried in her pussy, I have two fingers fucking her pussy while rubbing and pressing her clit with her thumb.. T, well, she starts to moan and loudly and shake as she nutted all all over my fingers….

Teresa hadn’t been touched like this for some time, that was evident!

I nibble on her ear lobe, as she catches her breath, still feeling the effects of my fingers…. I whisper, “now you can have my dick”, slide me into your pussy” as I turn her to the right, and bend her over her kitchen table.. With my dick rock hard and still in her hand, I grab her ponytail and make my way for her opening.. With my left hand, now gripping the sexiest tits I’ve ever played with, I turn her head toward mine and say “that’s my pussy” as she loudly grunts out “take your pussy” as she rests my dickhead at the opening of her love canal..

Deep breath, deep breath as I tease Teresa with my dick, ready to push in fully, sliding in, the phone rang.. I pause, caught of guard by the phone, I say “fucking figures” as T slams her ass backwards and takes my dick…. “Yeah it does” she says as I quickly remember what my objective is….Pony-tail pulled back, left hand firmly holding a giant tit, sexy mom/wife panting as her wet pussy is ready to make a mess, I lay into to her, hard, deep, and aggressive, phone ringing off the hook…..

Let’s be honest… This didn’t last long… 5-6 minutes later, as our hearts race, Teresa screams out “you’re going to make me cum” in what I can only describe as a surprised tone.. “You’re pussy s soaked i murmur, ponytail still in hand, her back still arched, her moans and pants, now similar to a countdown. She’s ready to blow boys!! I give her everything I have, table creaking, both of us moaning loudly, Teresa’s pussy tightens…..

That’s all it took! In unison, I thrusted as deep as I could into her tightened pussy, and fucking unloaded as T let me know just how appreciative she was, nearly falling over as she came all over my dick. With her ponytail still in hand, left titty still firmly in my clutch, I bit on her ear and neck as we both appreciated just felt the effects of a fantastic nut……

A few minutes later, both of us, chuckling and giddy, completely spun from what just happened, get a drink of water. As I’m guzzling like a thirsty African baby, T pipes up and says “I haven’t came like that in years” as she stood back and took a sip of water, almost shocked at what happened. I ask if everything is ok and she quickly says “oh yes” as she intentionally spills water out of her mouth and down her huge jugs. “Thirsty” she asks as I quickly do what a man with a huge natural tit fetish does, as I grab both tits, in a loving embrace, pull them to my face, kiss her deeply and begin sucking her nipples………

Oh yeah, the ringing phone? That was Sam, I forgot to let him know I had arrived… No worries, 60 seconds after pumping his wife full of my nut, as I’m sucking her tits, Sam called back.. T answered, out of breath, Sam completely unfazed, he babbled away, praising me up and down to T, as she stroked my dick.

Sam, “so happy” that I “gave up my weekend to help him out”, requested me on the phone.. “Yo brother” I shout as he immediately thanks me then starts a long winded diatribe, excited to share the highlights of the bands, the setting and the great food. T, left to her own devices, grabs my dick, fat tits swinging, full naked body, she leads me by my dick to the couch as she holds up two fingers…. Sam, he’s still raving about his stress free hippy induced weekend, clueless to the fact that as I say ”sounds like so much fun brother” his wife is on her back, legs spread, pussy soaked, guiding my dick back in the very same spot Sam used to call home.. Round 2 has indeed started,,

Sam called back the next day, he and I on the phone for quite awhile. I remember him saying “its much more relaxed now” as he immediately started the process of repeating the same shit he said the night before, which led to him thanking me again for getting his wife off his back… “Yeah man, she seems happy to have company” I blurt out as he asks for me to put her on the phone…

“Oh man, she’s at the market” I say, as Sam chuckles quite loudly, blurting out “yeah she loves spending my money,” as he chuckled on, eventually saying “I’ll call later” as he hung up…. I’d imagine he saw a half naked dirty chick, or dudes eating shrooms, which is why he just hung up.. He was “on to the next one” ass they say…

Speaking of which…

I’m triple checking to make sure the phone is off screaming out “I can’t hold it anymore!” T, mouth soaked with saliva and spit, and clearly not at the market, grabs my nuts and slams her face to the base of my dick, not missing a beat, or drop, as she emptied my sack deep in her throat… Like a bitch, I screamed out as I felt every last drop empty my nuts. By the way, a second orgasm not long after a man’s first orgasm is quite intense, it’s quite nice!

Teresa enjoyed sucking my dick with her husband on the phone. Admittedly, I enjoyed it as well. The threat of getting caught is quite addictive. So much so, we test the limits of our sexual prowess weekly. I fuck my friends wife regularly, right under his nose..

Case in point-

Friday before Christmas, while Sam sits in his recliner, stoned out of his mind, eating cookies zoned out, Teresa and I will go for a night walk. Sam completely unfazed and happy to have the tv to himself, clueless that his wife and over night guest are 20 ft away, watching him watch tv, fucking like school kids. Me squeezing her nipples, smacking that ass, pulling her hair, drilling her pussy! Teresa, holding onto a tree, taking my dick from behind like the good girl she is, her fat little pussy tightening as she cums, while empty my seed deep into her, fully embraced, while hubby watches cartoons or some shit…

Or right now.. He just got in the shower. T, in a flannel, no bra, immediately goes in and grabs a tissue, making sure the coast is clear. Sam, fully engulfed in washing his ass has no idea his wife literally walked out of the bathroom, about 10ft, slide her pants down and sat on his buddies dick. Of course, I’m unbuttoning and pulling the monsters out, as the smell of Irish Spring permeates the air..

Till next time..

This board is about anything fantasy. Do you have any interesting sex case scenarios that are only A fantasy? I know you do. Please post any story, sex situation, of any kind. Whether it may be just A person you know, make believe character, video game, cartoon or celebrity. Please tell your most erotic, perverse, wildest fantasy's. P.S please post any picture's, GIFS, or video's. Dream on and enjoy!!!

requesting sex ed films from the 70's no censored crap and no cartoons.

anyone have any good links or galleries of sex cartoons or drawings ?

Ok, i feel i need to go about this very specifically due to basic fears and preconceptions round here.

I have a question for a specific group that lurks about here. Before i ask it, dear god. Keep it civil, no visual aids, no links, and on both sides please no primal psycho rage.

My question is simply, Why?

stay with me now. This gets a little between the lines, anti's just stay mellow, it's still illegal and zero tolerance, folks in question don't get too into... well actually i dont' get quite what but try and treat it as a clinical question if you can.

I understand that this may get a bit uh, weird. But let's try to keep the visceral language and finger pointing to a minimum.

and yes i'm ducking the direct question because i'm a pussy. Now that we've cleared the air on that let's move on.

My question has been established. Why?

My confusion comes from my own perspective and capacity for inference.

Your preferred group, biologically, are basically pre-sex. I can't tell if one is male or female save for the color scheme on their clothes.

Being as they are sexless i remain confused as to the appeal. Stay calm.

Personally i believe any person has the right to do whatever the fudge they want in a darkened room wherein nobody realizes they exist in the first place. Which isn't a jab, it's exactly what i mean.

You want to smoke meth, shoot heroin, hold pet beauty pageants or have your mailman strangle you with a designer gator skin belt while you beat off to vintage cartoon characters; go for it.

Admittedly, the only reason i won't include it on that list is i feel certain folks would focus on that and lose sight of the question i'm asking.

I will say this. So long as it's legal to masturbate yourself into a rage-gasm over murder scene and autopsy photos it may as well be legal to beat off to any pre-existing evidence of human horror. Dude didn't murder any one, he just got way too into the photos proving it happened. It creeps me out, but whatever. No one said he has to be within a square mile of anyone i want to keep from him.

If i'm going to be self appointed thought police, however, then kill me now.

I've made peace with many other lifestyles, or mental illness or mutations or doctrines or fuck you get over yourselves that many people take to the grave, but this one just makes no sense to me at all.

The God freaks of any brand are afraid of being punished or positive they will be rewarded. In either case, because of others.

Druggies are addicted, biochemically and subsequently psychologically dependant.

Gays are just gay. period.

Beasties are demented, but i can make peace purely on the sense of ignorance. If It's legal to grind animals into big macs and tasteless clothes, it's legal to fuck them.

But this thing seems basically rooted in predatory mentality. i may be wrong but that's why i ask.

even serial killers admit to being basically sexually obsessed. Stay cool.

I'm not saying you are all rapists or cannibals or predators. It does however seem that the exclusive proprietors of your content are.

At that point i get back to the crime scene photos. That's basically what your content seems to be. Evidence of a crime. I'm no johnny law. i smoke my reefer and abide selectively like any American (hold it against me if you must i make no apology for being born at random), but i can't see past the victimization.

Is it a power trip? like a rape fantasy that has fallen so low on dominance that it manifests itself in this way? Comments here on motherless for the so called "weak stuff" seem to imply that dominance, pain and victimization are tantamount to the appeal.

If so, then at that point you lose me. I'm no stranger to the potentials of human cruelty, but there seems to be an outcry from your group that this is not your motivation, meanwhile others in your community seem to state otherwise. Quite directly in fact.

I'm neither looking to be sold on it, nor dissuaded. I have my sexual identity quite intact. I myself find sexual delight in plump to simply put fat ass white women, I'm simply confused and at a loss.

Further, the only reason i feel it warrants such discussion at all is the fact that it seems such a perpetual pervasive issue not just here, but anywhere a person doesn't have to own it right up front.

oh well, fuck it. I asked the question; do with it what you will. Even if that is nothing. Our own eyes are upon us, no greater authority matters.

If you have an honest opinion of your own, feel free to share. If you're looking to go to war either for or against, Then that topic already exists.

If at this point you have no idea what i'm talking about, what are you even doing here when you could be beating off to titties or making racist comments?

Maybe i'm wasting my time. Later wankers.

Anyone know where i can find a good gallery of REAL girls with purple hair having sex. I tried google but all it showed was anime cartoon pictures. I also looked on here under PURPLE HAIR and found nothing. I need these so i can photoshop a friends face on them.

Question for submissive men: how have you found dominant partners who want long relationships! 

I like violent men but they often want to hurt me and move on to their next victim,  they don't want to own me :( 

Anyone in a long term relationship with a dominant man who is a sweet loving partner but also has no problems degrading you,  exposing you,  torturing you,  maybe even in front of others? 

I want to find a dominant man or woman to own me and hurt me and tease me. I try to find love but i can't be in a vanilla relationship i get bored and i don't feel loved if it's not kinky. I try to find sex but even if I get fucked hard I want to be kept and controlled for a long time. I am like tantalus, reaching for fruit in the trees and water from the river and reaching neither....

It's hard to find validation of who I am.  I would like friends as well who are submissive and like the same things (extreme bdsm, power dynamics,  transgender sex,  fetish clothing) and people who like kinky cartoons and hentai for getting fun ideas for future scenarios :) thanks for reading would love advice on meeting dominants and would like 2 have friends who love kink and exhibitionism and voyeurism. ❤

I believe that a large part of our sexuality comes from our parents. Their attitudes and behaviors have a huge impact on our sexual development. My own sexuality was very much influenced by my mother's casual attitude towards it. Mom was 21 when I was born. Not an uncommon age for a woman to bear her first child. Her second, my brother, came along 2 years later. While growing up I didn't really see her in a sexual way even when I was old enough to see other women and girls like that. I don't believe she ever saw her children that way either. Not many mothers would. My brother, on the other hand, would confess to me eventually that he always lusted after her. His obsession with her led to his encouraging me to dress in her clothes when we had sex together but that's a completely different story.
Mom tended to show a remarkable lack of judgement and decorum. She was naturally lazy and would habitually lounge about in her nightgown for most of the day, bra-less underneath and often even panty-less as well. She would only get dressed if she went out shopping or visiting with the other neighborhood moms for coffee. Otherwise she stayed like that until just before my father got home from work. We were used to her parading about with her 38D breasts and rather large ass straining against the silky fabric of her nighties. (These same nighties my brother would later insist upon me wearing but, as I said before, that's for another story.) But even then I didn't really view her sexually. But soon an incident was to take place that would leave me with a far more lasting memory than a few glimpses of tit and ass covered by tight silk.
Our house was a bit small so there were times when relatives came to visit that sleeping accommodations could get a bit unusual. Although my brother and I had our own rooms we each slept in twin beds. When my grandparents came to visit my parents would give up their bedroom to them and each of then would bunk with one of us. My dad would sleep with my brother and my mom with me. Normally this never resulted in anything unusual but one night that all changed. I was probably a bit too old for mom to still be sharing a bed with me but, as I said before, she seemed to have a penchant for exhibiting poor judgement. My brother and I had gone to bed at our usual time and it was several hours later when mom finally crawled in bed with me. Everything went as usual until I woke up several hours later to find myself in a peculiar predicament. Sometime during the night I had apparently rolled over facing her and discovered that my face was firmly planted between my mom's large breasts. Not only that but her left one seemed to have work its way out of her nightie. Her bare tit was resting on top of my face with the nipple a mere inch from my mouth. As I breathed on it it began to get harder and longer until it was nearly touching my lips. Suddenly she stretched and moved a bit her nipple bumped right up against my lips. Then she moved again and this time it stayed pressed up against them. When it happened a third time I was sure it was no accident. In response I parted my lips and her nipple slipped smoothly between them. As my lips closed around it I instinctively began to suck. As she moaned lightly in response I could tell my instincts were correct. I sucked a little harder and her moaning increased. This was clearly what she wanted. As I continued sucking she moved her left hand up behind my head and gently pushed it forward forcing more of her tit into my mouth. Next she moved her right hand behind my thigh pulling my leg toward her until mt knee was firmly planted in her crotch. She then began moving her hips, grinding her pussy against my knee I could feel my pajama bottoms getting wet with her pussy juice. In response I moved my own hand up first to her hip then behind her grabbing hold of her ample ass. I pulled her even closer towards me driving my knee tighter against her soaking wet cunt. She ground against me more forcefully and her breathing began to get heavier. Finally she let out a long, deep moan. he body shook uncontrollably for several seconds then seemed to go completely limp. All the while I had continued sucking on her nipple, even increasing in intensity to keep up with her. As she relaxed I resume sucking at a more moderate pace. She cooed with pleasure then slowly began moving her hand from the back of my thigh towards by front. It came to rest on my crotch which she began to rub slowly. My little cock, which was already stiff grew even harder in response. She began to fish around the opening in my pajama bottoms and pulled my rock hard cock out through the hole. She teased it with her fingertips running them lightly up and down from the head to the balls. Now it was my turn to moan. She took a bit of her silk nightie and draped it over my cock. Then she wrapped her fingers around it and began to move it back and forth. As my moaning got louder and deeper she strengthened her grip and jerked my cock harder inside its silk cocoon. Suddenly it felt like my cock exploded. A huge wave of pleasure bordering on pain washed over me. My cock began to jerk and spewed out some kind of liquid that soaked into the silky fabric with a pleasantly warm sensation. Each time my cock jerked another pleasure wave hit, each diminishing until finally the last one was barely noticeable. Only once the jerking subsided did mom relax her grip in my cock. I still had her tit held firmly in my mouth but had stopped sucking on it. She pulled my head gently back and laid it on the pillow. I was now gasping for breath. As I recover I noticed her bring her hand up from my crotch to in front of her face. It was glistening with wetness, presumably the cum that had shot out of my cock. She brought it to her nose and sniffed at it. I caught a whiff of it myself but while it seemed to please he I found it revolting. Satisfied with the aroma she proceeded to lick it off her hand until it was perfectly clean. The she trust her hand back down and returned with it again covered and licked it clean a second time. By this time I had begun to recover and was now breathing somewhat normally. Mom turned her attention finally to me. She smiled sweetly at me and I responded back with my own. She pulled my head down onto her naked breast and stroked my hair gently. Soon I was again fast asleep.
In the morning I awoke to find that mom had just gotten out of bed. She was standing in the middle of my room and I could plainly see the evidence of our activities on her nightie. At crotch level there was a huge stain, presumably from her pussy juice. Just above that was a smaller but darker one that was obviously my semen. A glance down at my pajama bottoms showed corresponding stains as well. Mom tossed on a robe then threw me one as well. instructing me to put it on. I followed her out to the kitchen where the st of the family had already gathered. Mom gave my dad a quick good morning kiss the poured herself a cup of coffee before joining the other adults at the table. I meanwhile fixed myself a bowl of cereal and joined my brother in the living room to watch cartoons. After breakfast everyone got cleaned up and dressed. When it was my turn in the bathroom I discovered mom's stained nightie in the laundry hamper. I was a bit sad that she was obviously going to wash away the memory of our special moment together but did realize the need for her to destroy the evidence. After that night, however, we never again slept together. The next time my grandparents visited we made alternate sleeping arrangements. Neither my mother or I ever mentioned the incident. We always pretended like it never happened. Years later when I would wear her clothes, including that same nightie, while having sex with my brother my mind would sometimes drift back to that incident. And even though he lusted after her it was actually me that she chose to have a sexual encounter with. Now that she is gone I will always have this wonderful memory of the mother and son moment we shared together.

This story is absolutely true, not embelished even a little. I didn't even change the names. If I read an opening line like that I'd be calling Bullshit already, so I get it if you are too. The only Line that would be worse is the penthouse forum staple "I never thought this would be happening to me but it did". Not bad, except EVERY story started the same. Being born with at least one extra Perv gene than most of mankind means I know my penthouse forum, thankfully it also meant that I knew exactly what to do with the opportunity that is the reason for writing this in the first place.
I was 14 when I had my only incest encounter. It remains one of my favorite memories of all time. I can be stroking my cock, not even close to cumming, think about fucking her and I will blow inside of 2 minutes tops. Still has that power even today. At 14 I fucked my 38 year old Aunt Kathy. She was stunningly beautiful at 38, even now at 62 she's beautiful. I was already as developed at 14 as most full grown men Six feet tall then and 190 lbs, very athletic as all my brothers are I didn't look like any 14 year old I grew up with. In fact I fucked 3 adult women before age 18 so it wasn't just my aunt. But she is the one I think about most. My mom was out of town at a wedding so my aunt was watching the house, not babysitting just making sure I didnt throw a rager of a party since I was in high school. Well Kathy bought vodka and was making screwdrivers, and gave me a few.Then asked if I wanted to smoke a joint, we did, and between the weed and vodka I had a huge buzz going. I think my Aunt had been flirting and trying to turn me on all night, but I was oblivious to it. Being buzzed helped, but I never expected Kathy to try and fuck me. Until she stood up and looked me in the eye and said "you better go lock the door, we don't want anyone walking in if we are going to do what I think we are". Then she went in the bathroom to change for bed.I am still totally not getting her drift, and I'm like what did that mean? Somewhere between our front door and my bedroom door the lightbulb went on over my head. My buzz evaporated like it never exsisted in the first place. Instead I was part nervous and suddenly overwhelmingly HORNY like only a teenage boy can get. I stopped dead in my tracks, thought hard a second and said fuck it, I am going for it and literally ran to my mom's room. Empty. My aunt was still changing in the hall bathroom. Going out further out on the limb I was on, I stripped down to my tighty whitey's (hated that fucking style of underwear, Boxer-Briefs for life now) and lay down on the bed. I know leaving my underwear on sounds lame, but I was 14, and still not ABSOLUTELY POSITIVE I even knew she meant us having sex by the comment she made. If I'm wrong and I'm in my undies it's very embarrassing. If I'm wrong, naked and stroking my cock.... well the Peace Core might have been my only choice then, and I am only halfway kidding with that.When Kathy comes out of the bathroom in a silky come fuck me Negligee, the nervousness vanished, my cock suddenly seemed to be bigger than it had ever been (serious, it was incredible, like someone was saying I needed to bring a bit more to bat, awesome pun TOTALLY intended). So now I'm kicking back, grinning like an idiot and pitching a tent so big, Barnum and Baily were trying to set up a fucking circus in my underwear. Now Kathy comes in and sits on the bed, and she's the one seeming nervous. Too fucking late for that shit, I am a 14 year old with a heat seeking missle attached to my crotch. She lays down facing me propped up on one elbow, looking soooo hot, she's talking but it's like hearing every grown up speak in any Charlie Brown cartoon made."Wah Wah wah wah wah". She is trying to backpedal a bit, I think she really thought about the fact that I am not just her nephew but only 14 as well. I lost my virginity at 12, along with most of the kids I hung out with. I'd like to give a shout out to Stephanie(12) and April(11) who made sure we could get that out of the way early and practice a couple of times more after the first one. Looking back at those two girls I realize they must have been molested young, because I swear to you a 12 year old and an 11 year old were getting a train pulled on them in the storage shed at my cousins apartment. Very cool then, more than a little disturbing now. But that's not on me, I just accepted the offer. Back to Aunt Kathy, as she's working up to telling me to leave, I just pounce. I reach out and push her back so she is lying flat on the bed and start kissing her passionately on the mouthmy free hand is in heaven, roaming her womans body hungrily.pulled her C cup tits free I move my mouth to her nipples sucking them then biting gently and pulling them till they snapped back to her tits proper. Nice opening move for a 14 year old, probably bullshit right? Hell no. 3 older brothers and countless hours reading, you guessed it, Penthouse Forum. I am very cerebral, and I have an incredibly vivid imagination. I looked at all the pictures just like everyone else, but I soaked up the stories like no other kid I ever saw. They were great to masturbate to, and oit turns out can serve as a how to manual too!I literally did things that night for no other reason than I had read about others doing it and they sounded fun. I totally blindsided my Aunt, it was epic. in 5 minutes shes not talking about "this is wrong, you should go" she is moaning and opening her legs so I can play with her cunt. Which you could have roasted marshmellows over, it was so hot.I learned to eat pussy on the fly that night, I knew that I should lick down there but not much more than that. But, and this is still super important, just listen to the sounds she makes and how her body moves. Pay attention to the woman and she will let you know when you are doing it right. The Breathing heavy and moaning were huge, but when Kathy grabbed me by the back of my head with both hands, lifted her legs up and open wider, groaning "Oh My God" I knew I was doing something right. So I stayed there, doing it until she pulled me upon top of her, grabbed my cock and lined me up at her version of the gates of heaven. I buried it into her in one thrust. For the record I am totally average. 6 and 1/2 inches. Here is were the story writer is bringing 8, 9 or 10 inch cocks to the table, proving he is full of shit.Those size cocks don't grow on trees, hell, those size cocks ARE trees. So my average cock sank balls deep into the hottest, wettest cunt I think I've ever felt, even to this day. Maybe I got 10 thrusts into her before I felt like I was about to explode. I just stiffened up like a squirrel that 's been dead 3 days. Kathy knew I was going to cum hard thankfully, because the moment I slid inside my Aunt I forgot how to speak English, all I had left was moans and groans. she pushed me out of her and my cum shot everywhere, like an old school sprinkler.I rolled off her, laying on my back, trying to learn how to speak again and waiting for the pounding of my heart to slow. Now I know I'm getting booted out of the room any second, that is bumming me out but only a little bit since it's hard to be sad when you're 14 and you just fucked a beautiful WOMAN, and judging by her moans, did a decent job of it. Then I feel this awesome warmth suround my cock,. Looking down it's Kathy and she is sucking and stroking my cock till it gets hard, which happened the moment her lips wrapped around my cock. We fucked all night. lots of firsts for me. Learned I REALLY LOVE doggy style, and fucked a woman's ass for the first time. Ate her dripping pussy for hours it seemed. To this day my 2 favorite thing are anal and eating pussy.I know I got much better at fucking that night, because I will always remember her scratching my back and saying over and over in a disbelieving voice "my nephews a stallion" That will build a boy's confidence quickly. I had so many fantasies of fucking her regularly, or any time I wanted to. Nope. Never again. If this seems well written, Like someone writing Erotica, thank you. I am an aspiring writer(not erotica) and am actually writing a book now. As soon as I started to right this story out for a super sexy Mom from South Africa, that's you Hanna, I just came out like I was writing a story rather than telling a story about something that happened to me. Hope you enjoyed it Hanna, and/or anyone else that reads it.