se the door. I sat down on the toilet and think about this whole thing. I was fucking girls and lust for my Aunt but was suckin and getting fuck by my Uncle.

Have I become a sex monster and did not care  but as long as I was in some kind of sex I was happy. I remember the first time getting fuck by my Uncle and later thats all I could think about. I jerk off all the time and some of the fat dirty little sluts in town was giving me blow jobs and I was fuckin the OK girls in school so why do I like to get fuck by my uncle and lust for my aunt.I was so turn on from what I was doing I did not want to stop and I would die with this secret and never tell a soul. I walk out and went back to the livingroom to sleep. I laid there and say my uncle come in and walk to me. I got up and follow him to the laundry room. It was down the hall and away from everyone. Once inside my uncle pull down my shorts and bent me over. As he place his cock to my ass. I was ready and now was even more horny. He push in and I felt my body go numb for this was so hot and I open my legs and deeper he went. My ass was so wet and my cock was on fire. Faster and harder in push and with my face on the washer I saw a pair of my aunts panties on the dryer.

I grab them and rub them all over my face and told my uncle I want to fuck her and call me kAYLA. With my other hand my uncle told me to jerk off so I did. I felt him cummin in me and I jerk to every shot. After he was done I told him when I eat his wife out.He ask me alot of questions and then told me to go in the room and he will stay outside. She so drunk so and she wont care whos fuckin her. I was shock but we have talk about this before and I have always told him to call me Kayla and would have her panties out when I was over and fuckin him. I walk in the bedroom and my uncle laid on the couch. I went to the bed and my aunt was just in her panties with so covers over her. She had big fat ass and her gut was kind of big. She was not some hot ass chicks you see in the pornos but when your young and from the town Im from then you will fuck anything.

I pull off the sheets and try to slide her panties off. I could smell the pussy juice and sweet mix and see her pussy hair going everywhere. I could not get her leg up so I just pull them down to uhder her ass. I laid next to her against her back and pull my shorts down. I went to my ass to wipe it for cum was coming out. I place my cock as best as I could to the entrance of her pussy. I tried to push in and did not know if I was in or not but I could feel me ready to cum I push and push inn to get it in her pussy and shot my load. I shot it all in her or I hope it was in her. I rub my cock around her ass hole and she was moving a little so I look down to see that I came all over her fat inner legs and not in her pussy. As I got dress I went to the otherside of the bed and try to suck her breast. But this just made her move around and I did not want to wake her. I was done and headed out and once out my uncle was was just smile and walk by me.

I have move out of town and got married and have 2 kids. My wife is OK and we fuck alot. I have a ok life and we get by and are happy. I go back home 1 a month and till this day in my late 20s still get fuck by my uncle and now I have been fuckin my aunt.

 

on together.

Bill is a strapping young man of 18, with a lean figure and a dark complexion due to his black hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin, owing to his love of the outdoors. I'm so proud of my baby -- almost always on the honor roll, fit, and having a conversation with him was like talking to someone far beyond his years. He seemed more mature than many of my coworkers!

When he was younger, he would sometimes crawl into bed with me while his father was at work, since he worked the night shift. So I didn't think too much of it to just get one room when we stopped for our first night on the road.

They only had a room with a king sized bed, so I took it. We were both tired from the long road trip so we fell asleep quickly. Around 2 AM I had to get up to pee badly. While I was getting back into bed, as I lifted the covers to get in, I could see that my son had a healthy hard-on sticking out the front of his boxers. Shocked, I quickly lowered the covers and turned over. I was never meant to see that.

I had just seen my only son fully exposed and fully aroused! I had never before been presented with such striking evidence that my child was a sexual creature. One time when I was cleaning his room I found a stack of pornography under his bed. And, you know, sometimes I would see the tell tale signs of a nocturnal emission when doing the laundry...but that was all circumstantial and left no lasting impression. Here I was just presented with the source of it all.

Feeling daring, I lifted the covers and stole another glance, this time angling it so the light from the nearby window played off his throbbing shaft. A small dewdrop at the tip sparkled in the moonlight. Shamed at my boldness, I again pulled the covers to their normal position and tried to go back to sleep but it was simply impossible as my mind was going a million miles an hour. Impure thoughts were running through my head.

Although my divorce went down two years ago, the foundation of the marriage itself failed many years ago. I was attempting to remember the last time I had sex and I couldn't think of anything within five years, and it wasn't even that good. I don't know what happened to the man I married. It eventually turned loveless and the sex became horrible.

My thoughts turned to the wicked. Billy was definitely not a light sleeper -- he regularly sleeps through thunderstorms and he once never woke up with the rest of the neighborhood when there was a loud fender bender on our street. I turned the loneliness and the sight of my son over and over in my head until I became wet with desire. I wanted to do more than just see him.

Could I do it? Could I touch him?

I scolded myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? Touching my own son...

Well, it'll just be a little bit...

I turned on my side, facing Bill, keeping a close eye on his face. If he woke up the only thing I could do is pretend to be asleep myself. I snaked my arm under the covers until I felt his boxers. I found the hole at the front and pushed the material down, forcing as much of himself out as I could. My fingertips brushed against his organ and wrapped around the base. I put pressure and slid up, squeezing out the precum that was inside...I felt the warmness in my hands. I grabbed his skin again and started to lightly stroke him from top to bottom. His shape was distinctly curved, not unlike a banana. I was being more forceful with him as a heat began to grow between my own legs. This continued for maybe another minute before Billy's cheek started to twitch and his mouth opened. I pulled my hand away as if I were touching a hot stove. I was scared after this so I rolled over and attempted to sleep. I forced my mind to stop thinking of my own flesh and blood in such a damaging way. Eventually I was able to calm myself and fall asleep.

I didn't say anything about it the next day, but it's all I thought about as I drove. I was so horny I thought about taking care of myself at a rest stop but I couldn’t have enough time to myself without raising concern. I was so afraid that he would smell me...it seemed so obvious to me, but maybe he couldn’t tell from the back of the car. I was a nervous wreck the whole day.

That night, when we were getting a room, I asked him just to stay in the car while I checked in. This time I requested a room with a king size bed.

As he was taking the bags into the room, I went across the street to a drug store and got a tube of astro-glide, hoping that I may get a chance to use it on this trip eventually. I thought about how I could do this...I would definitely have to hide it, but make it accessible at the same time.

That night, after he fell asleep, I kept checking him to see if he had another hard on. After a couple hours, he had another one sticking out of his shorts again. I slid my panties down and threw them under the bed. I reached under the pillow for the astro-glide and squeezed a generous amount into my palm, which snaked between my legs and went up and over my pussy. I was so horny I couldn't stop my hand and it continued to go up and down my slit with abandon. I started to pant and sense the feelings overcoming me but before anything happened I realized that I should get down to business before Billy's body returned to its normal stage. I understood that when guys sleep it's normal for their erections to rise and fall, in a cycle, so if I waited too long...I squeezed out a final dollop of astro-glide, which I tenderly put right at the entrance to my womanhood.

I gingerly scooted myself closer and closer towards him, facing away. My heart was beating in my throat, making it difficult to swallow. When I felt the tip of his cock touch my ass, shivers ran up my spine and throughout my entire body. Slowly, I moved towards the headboard to get the angle just right. I backed up again, resulting in his cockhead stabbing my inner thigh. The third push caused his member to slide along my entire pussy and bump into my clit, causing sparks to shoot off behind my eyes. After a moment I reached down and positioned him at the right spot and slowly pushed back, feeling myself open up as his boyhood slid home, deeper and deeper, until his boxers were against my ass. As I sighed in satisfaction a thought crossed my mind.

I had just taken my son's virginity.

I just laid there enjoying the feeling of a cock inside me again. I didn't wish to make too much of a commotion, so I reached down and starting masturbating while he was buried between my thighs. I was already on edge as I started this and the gravity of the situation overcame me. I continually slid my fingers up and down my slit, over my sensitive clit, and then back down, feeling my own son’s balls as they rested against me. I could only think that my son had returned to the place of his birth...and my body responded, as I went over the edge into uncontrollable throes of ecstasy as I continually rubbed my clit with abandon. My toes curled, my mouth opened, my head went back, my eyes closed, and wave after wave of electricity and heat flew through my body, timed to each flick to my button. I couldn't help but cry out, but I tried to be as quiet as possible. I was rocking the bed with my hips even as I vainly attempted to sit still as the pleasure washed over my being.

The afterglow was delicious...my entire body was tingling. I felt intoxicated. I laid there and flexed my pussy muscles, squeezing his dick, as I caught my breath. I had needed that so bad. My face was burning from trying to be as still and quiet as possible. As I recovered, I felt him push his hips against me and moan...I froze. I'm not sure if he had woken up yet, or if it was just instinct, but he began slowly moving in and out of me. I had no idea what to do, so I just sat there, gently squeezing him with my loins.

His pace was slow yet rhythmical, and I was just enjoying it. His breathing quickened and I continued to squeeze him gently. If he was asleep, what sort of wonderful dreams do you suppose he was having? And if he was awake...what was he thinking right now? Would he have said something? Would he think I was asleep and this was a happy accident? Or would he be afraid, confused, and shamed? I was far too afraid to face him, to confront him, because if he was awake and I did then he would know it was me who did this, and that was a place I was not willing to go. If nothing else, though, he seemed to be enjoying it -- his hard on seemed to be growing and getting even stiffer. Surely if he was displeased or scared it would shrink, I thought to myself. Perhaps I'm not really a terrible person. Perhaps I haven't violated a sacred trust between mother and son. What if he actually was feeling just like I felt? That makes this all OK, right? Maybe this would be a wonderful coupling. After all, why should I be ashamed of myself? This was the same pussy that let him into the world. Why wouldn’t he wish to return? What better place on the face of the earth could possibly be better for him than between my legs? Certainly, as a man, he would prefer me over any other woman. In fact, I was doing Billy a favor, once you looked at it all in a certain light. I was a good mother.

This grand delusion gave me a level of comfort, for awhile.

I sat there and took his gentle probing. And as if to answer my thoughts and questions, an unintelligible noise echoed in my ears as Billy started to moan and his pace increased slowly but surely. He was saying something quietly under his breath, but I found it difficult to hear anything specific. The more I tried, the more I only heard the sloppy sounds of our sex and the sounds of his balls slapping against me. I finally heard it after focusing harder, fuzzy at first, but slowly gaining clarity as he pumped into me.

 

 

"Oh...oh...oh mommy...this feels really good...oh mommy...ooooh...I'm cumming..."

 

 

My eyes widened as I realized his young, virgin body had reached its limit.

In my prurience, I had neglected to even think of birth control. I realized I had simply thought of him as a source of pleasure as one would a lifeless dildo; I hadn’t thought of his needs or his reaction as a man. I had little time to react and I was so overwhelmed with lust from the fact that I was making my own son cum I simply pushed back until my ass was solidly against his belly and pubes, meeting his inexperienced but deeply needful thrusts. He continued for another moment or two until he suddenly stopped and wrapped his arms around me. The only piece of him which wasn’t in me were his flexing balls. Nature's call would not be denied as his form molded into mine. I felt his dick begin to expand and then quiver until he shot several long streams of thick, gooey semen deeply into my hungry pussy. My mouth was agape -- I couldn't believe this was happening. The feelings of unabashed love were intense. Billy was moaning, his hot breath on my neck...I could feel the warm pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse as he emptied the symbol of his pleasure and manhood into me...yes...my little boy had become a man this night...thanks to me...

After his climax ended he continued to hump against me for a short time but soon tired and became still, still buried to the hilt. A tremendous heat was emanating between my legs and my body had never felt so sensitive and aware to the simple touch of its surroundings. I felt every nuance of the pillow, wrinkle of the covers, his wiry pubes smashed against my ass, his thick cum swirling within me. A single tear was trailing down my cheek. I'm so, so sorry Billy. Your mother was supposed to look after you but...she has failed.

Billy was still deep inside me as he slowly went soft and slipped out. I felt his embrace fade as he rolled over and faced the other way. When I heard him start snoring softly, I knew he was sleeping for sure, although a part of me thought he wasn’t awake the entire time, or maybe only half awake at best and acting in a fog, and he may not ever remember this, or think it was all a bizarre dream which should quickly be forgotten because it was far too dark and perverted. As I felt his warm present ooze deeply inside of me, one thing was for sure -- it wasn’t a dream, and the evidence of my wickedness this night might make itself known to the whole world in a very real, physical way, deep within my belly.

The thought, twisted as it was, made my clit twitch under its hood. I could feel its sensitive roots reaching deep down...

I rubbed my pussy up and down, thinking of what I had done this night, thinking of how sick I was, thinking of what I had forced my own son to do without asking him if it was OK with him, forcing him to give me something he would never in his right mind consent to give me, thinking about him sliding in and out of me until his body gave me something a son should never give his mother...until I had another mind blowing orgasm, my clitoris turning into a bolt of lightning going through my hips, my chest heaving, lungs burning, my legs splaying inwards uncontrollably, all as I tried to not wake Billy and reveal how wanton I am to him.

I felt weak, sapped of energy at both the weight of the events and the severity of the pleasure -- I could only sink back into the sweat soaked mattress...of all the feelings, one was more real than any of the others...yes...mothers can feel it, when it happens. I was a mother to Billy...but now, I will be a mother to someone else as well. I felt it within my bones, within my belly. It happened. Perhaps if I had gone to the bathroom to wash away the stains, the filth, the thick goo which represented my sinfulness, maybe it could have been stopped. It was too late now. What would this mean for our lives? What would Billy say? How would he look at me without hating me? Would he dote on his pregnant mother? I couldn't expect him to stick around, could I? Oh my god, have I entrapped him? Did I mean to do this from the beginning? Was I fearful of the empty nest? I began to silently cry into my pillow, a mixture of deep guilt and everlasting happiness.

I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep shortly thereafter.

 

 

FIN

nter", with me following her insisting I wasn't.

To try and win this fight, she proceeded to the kitchen and produced some ice cubes from her hand and threw one or two at me, and then shoved one down my back, and another down my trousers, into my boxers.

She then asked me if I liked that, and I said "No, you're being horrible!"

Then she asked if she should help me find the ice cube down my trousers, and I replied that I wouldn't be needing any help.

While I was fummbling around trying to get the ice cube with both hands down my trousers, she pulled my trousers, and boxers down reveling my penis.  At the time it was soft, but the confusion, and the mixed excitement and fear drove it to a respectable pre-pubescent hard-on.

Then she asked if she could touch it, if that would be ok by me.  Before I could answer, she had her hand rapped around my penis, and was begining to kneel down.

As her knees hit the floor, she lunged her mouth forward, and I quite happily let her, as this was quite a nice feeling, and my brain was having problems working out the situation.  Her lips surrounded my second head, and her warm soft moist tounge began to eplore the foreign object in her mouth.

Slowly she began to take more of my boyhood into her warm mouth, and I found this extremely pleasurable, and couldn't stand still.

She suggested that I should remove my trousers completely and lye on the floor, so we moved into the living room portion of the open plan room, and I lied down on the carpet, as she stood above my rock hard cock, and slowly reaquainted it with her mouth.

I lied there in silence as her moist orifice slowly bobbed up and down, as she licked my head.  Every now and again, she would take my rod from her mouth and lick up the sides of my shaft, then reintroducing my head to the pleasure that was her tounge.

Before long I began shaking, and without realising it, I had my first orgasm.  Of course I didn't ejaculate as I was too young, but my legs clenched, shook and the warm feeling washed through my body, all the while she kept sucking, licking and bobing.  Eventually my cock went soft again, and she asked me if I enjoyed myself.  With a smile on my face, I said "Yes!".

Then she made me put my trousers back on, and we watched tele until we fell asleep on the couch, as if nothing had happened.

In the morning, whilst my parents were now around, Elen asked if she would be "babysitting" anymore on this vist.  My Mom asked if she wouldn't mind, and she replied "Well, last night wasn't any problem, I don't mind doing it again for you."  My mother was severly pleased, as this meant she could catch up with some work, and would also be able to save some money over these two weeks of the summer holiday.

So me and Elen were left on our own quite a few times through out that summer visit of hers, and if you want more details, you'll just have to wait.

wo or three weeks. Those nights were wonderful and always had an hour or two alone where we could kiss and cuddle. Uncle always treated me wonderfully and made me feel special, calling me beautiful names and I could see in his face, his touch and his words that he loved me. I would always wear a nice skirt when I knew he was coming over and choose my nicest pair of panties. I always wore that little short nightie when it was time to get ready for bed, I know uncle loved to see me in that. I would even sit so that it rode up and uncle could see my panties. When I did this I would watch uncles’ pants and if he wasn’t already big there then he soon was. I even became a bit flirtatious during his day time visits. Uncle told me once he that he had caught a look at my panties one day when sis and I were playing in the yard and that the sight had made him feel nice. I guessed to myself that it probably made his penis grow even though he was talking to mum at the time. So on his daytime visits after that I take every chance to let him see my panties. He told me he really liked when I would bend over and he could see my panties from behind.

 

 

Something else happened during that little period at school. I had started to listen a bit more intently to other girls talk when the subject of boys came up and had picked up a rudimentary knowledge of sex. One girl had told of a magazine she had found in which a man and woman were naked and how there were pictures of the mans’ big penis, with the woman holding it and even kissing it. I learned also through this time of fucking. I began to think of what I had heard with uncle in mind. I realised that when uncle had quizzed me so hard during that first night about what I thought boy and girl friends did that he was really interested if I knew about sex. I did not mention this to uncle for a long time but every time uncles’ penis grew big when we were together I would think that uncle wanted to have sex with me and wished that he would. I wanted him to, but uncle never went further than kissing, cuddling and looking.

 

 

One day when I learned that uncle was going to come and babysit us, I decided to bring the subject up. Though I was very excited about uncle coming around, I also had a nervous feeling in my belly. Though it was uncomfortable I was determined to carry this through. Uncles’ visit began like so many others and in time sis headed off to bed. As before, it was then our time alone together and I was all too soon sitting in his lap as I had been that second night we had together. As always uncle asked me if I was still his girlfriend and then kissed and held me close. When he broke off this kiss though, he hesitated a moment before asking me. “Sarah, something is wrong tonight, is something troubling you?” He became insistent when I replied that there was nothing amiss. The knot in my belly seemed to double in size but finally I told him “Uncle, I found out something else boys and girls do.” Uncle tensed up at that but still asked me what I had found out. I could not look at him directly but managed to utter the word “sex”. Uncle was still tense and silent for a few moments as he always is when he is thinking how best to say something important.

 

 

Then he began; “Sarah, my beautiful little girlfriend, I have been afraid of this day for some time now. This is the real area where an older man like me can get in the most trouble and certainly go to jail. Remember I spoke of this a long time ago?” I could still not look at him but said “Uncle, it is still secret, no one will know.” Though I did not realise it at the time, I had actually given uncle the go ahead with those few words. Uncle of course noticed and seemed to tense up even more than before. He still held me close but a few moments passed again before he spoke once more. “Sarah, sweetie, you are the most pretty girl I have ever held and kissed and normally I would love to take this further but I must remember that you are my niece and also that you are too young. Sex is really something that you should wait until you are older before experiencing. I doubt even that you fully know what sex is all about.” I felt sad at that moment and a silence fell between us for a few minutes. In that time, I felt tears coming and began to cry. Uncle hugged me tight and became concerned. “Oh Sarah baby, don’t cry love. We can still be boy and girl friend without having sex.” I was sobbing ”but uncle, I love you and you love me. Why can’t we do everything that people in love do? It’s not fair, it’s not fair.” Uncle held my head to his chest with one hand and gently stroked my hair, trying to calm me. “There, there Sarah. Don’t cry baby, I don’t like it when you cry. Stop crying baby and we will talk about it. That’s my baby, that’s my girlfriend, that’s my lady.” Uncle soothed me repeating over and over nice names and that we would talk about it when I stopped.

 

 

In time I did stop but not before I had registered in my mind that uncles’ penis was quite hard against me. It was this realisation that stopped my tears. I knew then that though uncle said we could not, in fact he did really want to. And so it followed, that uncle told me about sex. He explained that as people got older they got what he called mature and how part of this maturity related to sex. He explained that for a mature person, sex could be a wonderful thing but that for a child their bodies had not developed enough to gain enjoyment from it. That he said was why the laws protected children from older men. I began to grow upset at this point again and told him that I was mature. Uncle smiled at me and comforted me still saying only that I might be mature or might be just getting to that age. He asked me just to continue listening to what he was saying for now and that she could speak more when he was done. Uncle then talked about how babies were made. He asked if I knew what a penis and vagina was and when I said that I did, he told me about fucking, though he didn’t call it that. He then mentioned foreplay, about touching and kissing and how that was part of getting ready for fucking. He also said that foreplay could often be nice without going further. I realised that he was talking about us when he said this, about how we had been engaging in foreplay all this time. I now knew that when his penis grew big while kissing or looking at me that he was ready for fucking.

 

 

When uncle had finished talking, he asked if I had any questions about what he had said. I had a million but thought carefully before asking. “Uncle, how do you know when you are ready for sexual intercourse?” Uncle thought a moment before answering. “Sarah, a mans’ penis is usually quite soft. Have you seen one before?” I told him I had seen dads’. “Ok then. A penis is soft normally but when it is ready for sex it will grow hard and straight and some slippery liquid will come out the end. This slippery liquid makes it easier for the penis to slip into the vagina. I am not a woman so I can not tell you everything that happens for a woman but I do know that a vagina will grow warm and open a little and she too will make a slippery liquid to help the penis slip in.” This truly confirmed for me that uncle often was ready for sex with me when we were together and that made me happy. I was thinking about the pictures the girl at school had mentioned about touching and kissing a penis. “Uncle, what else happens in foreplay?” Uncle thought again before answering, “Sarah, many things happen in foreplay and everybody likes different things so part of foreplay is learning what the other person likes.” This was exciting and I blurted out. “Like how you like kissing me and seeing my panties.” Uncle tensed but said “Yes Sarah, that could be a part of foreplay and yes I do like those things as well as holding you and feeling your little body against mine. But foreplay that ends in sex will go further than that. Usually the two people will undress and be naked together where they can feel each others skin against theirs and kiss and cuddle that way.” I still had the pictures in mind “Uncle, does a girl touch a boys’ penis?” “Yes Sarah that could be part of foreplay, many things can be.” I really wanted to ask about a girl kissing a penis but didn’t, though I knew the answer anyway. I couldn’t think of any more questions at that moment so uncle continued. “Well Sarah, if you think of other questions then just ask me. But do you see now why a man and a child should not have sex?” I knew we had got back onto us at this point so snapped “no, I do not”. Uncle just smiled and said “Sarah, firstly if the child is starting to mature she may become pregnant and her body is too tiny to hold a baby, it might be dangerous for her. The second thing is that a man is much bigger than a child so his penis might be just too big for it to work or if it can work, then the child might experience enormous pain.” We both were silent for some time then I quietly said “I want to try.”

 

 

If uncle had not been tense before then he was now. In the end he spoke again “Sarah baby, my special lady. We have talked of much tonight and you have learned many new things. I think it is best if we just leave it at that for now and both think of this some more. Next time you can ask me any other questions you have come up with.” I started to protest but uncle just put his finger to my lips and smiled to silence me. “Sarah, we will have many more chances to talk of this. No need to rush tonight. It is getting late baby, can you please go put your nightie on ready for bed?” Uncle gave me a kiss and then I went to get changed. While I was changing I realised something I had completely forgotten. A couple of weeks earlier mum and I had been talking about my chest and how I had lumps staring in my breast. Of course! That meant I was maturing. I was so excited that I rushed to get my nightie on and raced back to uncle, jumping onto his lap. Uncle smiled and said how wonderful it was to see me happy. “Uncle, I’m maturing!” I exclaimed. “Oh Sarah, what are you talking about gorgeous?” I explained “My breasts are growing, mummy said so. So that means I am maturing.” Uncle cuddled me in close and said “Yes baby, that means you are beginning to mature. Don’t rush it baby, it will take a few years for it to fully happen.” I didn’t believe him. I was so excited and happy I just snuggled into him wriggling up against the bulge in his pants. The big bulge I noted.

 

 

Time was getting on and we kissed a few more times before I went to bed. No more talk of sex ensued that night. It was only a few moments after I went to bed that mum and dad got home so I missed on having uncle come into my room for a last kiss. But I was so excited I did not sleep for long after uncles car had left. Uncle had said that we should not have sex but I didn’t believe him. I felt warm and happy that I now understood more about uncles’ penis growing when he was with me, how that meant he was ready for sex and how I was maturing and ready for sex too. I even threw off my nightie and panties and lay in bed naked imaging uncle naked with me. I went to sleep as I imagined touching his hard penis, holding it in my hand.

 

To be continued ......