Message-ID: <39389asstr$1037959804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021122064651.59746.qmail@web13114.mail.yahoo.com> From: Quivering Flesh x-asstr-no-archive: no x-no-archive: no X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2002 22:46:51 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Pajamas Pt 1 (MFb incest mother-son pedo con) x-asstr-message-id-hack: 39389 Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 05:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Pajamas Pt1 (MFb pedo incest mother-son con).txt" begin> Hey, this is my story, so don't steal it! Repost elsewhere if you want, but leave it intact (including the email address at the end). Enjoy! Kisses, quivering_flesh@yahoo.com ________________________________________________________ "Pajamas, Part 1" (MFb pedo incest mother-son con) We dozed under the sheets, now heavy with the smell of our love making. Deliciously cool and crisp hours ago, when we had first stumbled across the unoccupied room and then into bed, tumbling into a world of our own making, yet nonetheless an unpredictable world, they now secured that world tight around us. I knew her name (Kathy) and her age (just forty). Nothing more. Except the curve of her buttocks, the taste between her legs, and the wisdom of her middle finger. I first saw her sitting at the bar, listening distractedly to a woman friend recount her own adventures that evening. She'd been wearing a dusky brick-red dress that stopped high above the knee, but not shockingly so. The dress had clearly been taken off and put back on several times already that night, each time a bit more carelessly. She'd lost track of her shoes, and was unconsciously gripping and ungripping the brass foot rail with her toes. Her hastily brushed thick, black hair reminded me of Sophia Loren. An ache of such longing and despair gripped my belly that I nearly cried out. I have no chance, I said to myself, competing with the dozens of sophisticated, practiced men her own age and older who crowded the house. She restlessly turned to survey the room. I caught her eyes, dark and glistening with the wild careening of lust unfettered. Instantly I comprehended the arc of her life, the trajectory that had carried her into, among and then through to land her in a new world, with new rules, new possibilities. Perhaps a guy, awkward, twenty-six, hungry for the moment when a woman takes her own pleasure in his presence, had a chance after all. Now, hours later, I curled my thighs snuggly against her bottom while my penis, heavy and aching from the intense love-making, nestled in the heat between her cheeks. Propping my head up to watch the fire over her shoulder, I saw what a magnificent room we'd found. Large, with dark wood, big old oil portraits on the wall in the Victorian style and a brick fireplace with a muttering fire. The generous bed sported a heavy canopy. Strangely, we had found only this room unoccupied, and the bed undisturbed. I buried my face in her nape of her neck. A noise. Looking up, I saw a young boy coming into the room. His hair was an ordinary brown color, like my own, tousled as if he'd just woken from a pleasant dream and was looking for someone to tell it to. Small blue and red birds wheeled across white cotton pajamas. He'd buttoned his fly wrong. It gaped open slightly where the metal nipples in the snaps had missed their true mate, the metal glinting in the firelight, festive ornaments in a setting of soft cotton. He seemed sure of himself, as if he understood what he wanted. That was not me at his age. I had needed and imagined things only later understood, too late to seize them in their purity. Kathy stirred, feeling his presence. "Michael?" "I couldn't find you," he said in a sleepy, petulant little voice. "You buttoned your pajamas wrong again." She deftly popped the two snaps apart with the fingers of one hand. A thrill leaped through me. "I washed, just like you told me," the boy reported proudly. "Let me see." Her hand disappeared inside his pajamas and his little boy sex appeared, nesting in her palm like a baby chick freshly hatched from its shell. My penis stiffened against her bottom. She pushed back against me in response, encouragingly. "You're a good boy, Michael." "I can't do it so good by myself. The ladies helped me." "You didn't pester them, did you?" "No. One of them put some perfume on it." Kathy leans over the edge of the bed into him and inhales deeply. "Uhm, you smell delicious." She toys with him gently, affectionately, stroking the small penis between her thumb and the palm of her hand, the long, delicate fingers reach into the open fly and disappear inside his pajamas. She rests her cheek on the bed, languidly studying the little boy's genitals as they begin to stir. "You're almost a man, Michael, you know that?" "I am a man. Watch." The boy's penis is no bigger around than Kathy's thumb but it rises into the air, a soft, slender stem. The testicles are just budding, two smooth knobs. Her eyes shine at the sight of this delicate, sweet, forbidden sweet. Of their own volition, Kathy's plum lips part. She exhales softly, her mouth inches from the boy. Under the sheet, hidden from the boy, I feel Kathy's hand searching for me between her legs. My heart pounds against my ribs, an ocean roars in my ears. She draws my cock, the fulfillment of that young promise before her, toward her. I'd come three, maybe four times that night already, but now I am as stiff as a novice in the third month of his vows. Kathy's sex, slick with her own juices and the sperm of a dozen different men, has swollen tight with excitement, tighter than even her fundament had been. My cock is barely inside her, but I have to stop and press my eyes and ears closed to slow the onrushing crisis. "What is he doing?" the boy asks. "He's tucking it in, dear," she says, her voice soft, tender. "That's what we do." "Yes," she breathes. "Don't you want me to tuck it in?" he says, more puzzled than hurt. "Yes, I do my love." He smiles a small boyish smile. "Good." "Would you like me to kiss you first?" "Yes." Just as the baby sucking his mother's breast returns in pleasure what he receives in sustenance, this woman now returned to her son. First she gently teases him by blowing her mouth on him, then takes quick, tender laps of her tongue along the length of his youth. Finally she enfolds him in her mouth, taking in the small erection little by little. The moisture from her mouth evaporates off his cock in the warm air, and he laughs from the tingling sensation. I slide further inside her, pressing up against the bottom of her belly, just as his budding testicles disappear behind her plum-colored lips. She devours him completely. Her tongue flicks out under his balls, probing his anus with its tip. He laughs girlishly and struggles to pull away. "You're tickling!" He pops out of her mouth, glistening with her wetness. "You don't like it when I touch you there?" she says, laughing herself. "It tickles." "Come to bed, darling," she says, raising the sheet for him. He clambers into bed and she enfolds him in her arms. He snuggles into her, his cheek against a swelling breast, his belly pressed to hers, his legs inside her legs. With one hand she cradles his head, with the other his buttocks. The boy looks up at me from his mother's breast and our eyes meet. He sees himself in me, years away, and I see myself in him, years ago. My cock throbs, and I can't help thrusting inside her. "Shh, don't move," she whispers to me. The boy wriggles against her. Her hand on his buttock guides him to the right place, then teaches him the rhythm for his stroking. Suddenly I feel a small wet finger pressing and slipping against my cock. "Tuck me in, Mommy." "Yes, baby." She slips a hand between their bellies. I feel her fingers brushing against me. Then the small wet finger returns, sliding back and forth along my own cock. She inclines his head, guiding his mouth to her nipple. Without a murmur he sucks on it. And then from this small body comes a gentle ebb and flow, a primordial rhythm, hushed, tentative, yet eager and full of longing as his small penis, slipping along my cock, squeezed between her sex and mine, surges back and forth. He closes his eyes and rests his head on her breast. Her head inclines toward his, her lips on his forehead. He is inside her, part of her again, two hearts beating in one body as before, he encircled by her flesh and forever safe, she ripe with new being. Why do they need me? I wonder. I am an intruder. Perhaps I should withdraw and slip away, leave them alone in their perfect happiness? Reading my thoughts, she lifts her hand from is buttocks and curls it behind my head, pulling me into the circle of their love. "Come," she says, "come." I reach down and cradle the boy's bottom in my palm, urging him back and forth. Now both of us are truly inside her, part of her, finding our world in her, just as the man who made the boy with her found himself in her, years ago. My pleasure comes in long deep waves, accompanied by a choked cry escaping my lips. The boy shudders. His mother grips us tight inside her, holds us, pulls us even deeper. Warmth and wetness flood over us. We doze. ___________________________________________________ You are free to repost this story, but only in it's entirety, including author's email address. COPYRIGHT 2002 QUIVERING_FLESH@YAHOO.COM <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+