Message-ID: <47282asstr$1081210203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <002001c41b46$cdd908b0$7b8b1f3e@your3hcef8q6j0> Reply-To: "Alex Blair" From: "Alex Blair" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 05 Apr 2004 19:45:54.0986 (UTC) FILETIME=[9BDD78A0:01C41B46] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2004 20:47:17 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} Mum and Son (Incest F/m) Lines: 619 Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2004 20:10:03 -0400 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: dennyw, newsman <1st attachment, "Mum & Son (Incest Fm).doc" begin> Mum & Son F/m DISCLAIMER This story is intended for very broad-minded adults over the age of 21 it is not intended for children or for prudes. It contains descriptions of sex between a mother and her son if you find this type of story line disturbing then please do not read any further. (F/m) if you have any comments address them to: alex_blair@msn.com Voddy By Alex Blair The Characters: The family: - Son "Billy" almost 14, 5"6 mousy brown hair, a little overweight, very pale complexion, quiet and withdrawn. A watcher and thinker Bother "Stevie" 3 years younger than Billy, much darker complexion and personality, tough, fit, too deep for his own (or anyone else's) good Mum "Liz" hard, heavy drinking, bitter woman, 5"6 medium build, average looks, works in an electric's factory for too little money, a she wolf when it came to her "cubs" Dad "John" tough and wiry, 5"10 works shifts in the Steel works, spends most of his free time at the Masonic halls/football/pub/anywhere but here with his drinking pals, not a bad man, but only because he can't be bothered being anything at all The home: - Location Wishaw, Steel Town in the Scottish Central Belt, been in decline for about 120 years and its been raining heavily for about the same time, Mean streets filled with Hard men and Viragos, a chip on your shoulder is 'de rigueur'. A society where bigotry and racism is so wide spread no one even notice's. Home a damp concrete flat with 3 bedrooms, living room, Kitchen and Bathroom. It is part of a triangular set-up, 9 flats, three up with a communal close, making 3 doors per landing. our flat is in the middle floor of the middle block. As you enter Billy's room is first on the left, opposite his mum and dad's room, then further down the hall, the Bathroom is on the left, Stevie's room on the right, the kitchen and living room are straight ahead. Always needing tidied/cleaned/repaired Scenario Friday, about 2 O'clock in the afternoon, Billy is dogging it from school cause its Friday, and no-body works on a Friday afternoon. He'd gone to school as normal till lunch time, Then with 3 or 4 of his pals had slipped away, they had gone to McClarens house, cause he lived closest, smoked a fag, told some lies about who he had shagged then caught the bus to his own bit. He had left early, all the talk of sex had gotten him hard, plus he had no money for the card school, now all he wanted was to get his dads porn out and get into the bathroom and have a good hard wank, onanism always cheered him up. What Happened After ditching his school bag in his room, Billy locked the front door, his brother wasn't due back for at least an hour or so and his mum a few hours after that. His dad was on the back- shift and had not long left for work, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. He pushed open the door and skirted the double bed. His mother slept on the side nearest the door. His father's side was on the other side of the room, once there he knelt down and lifted the mattress and looked for what porn to pick. Disaster! No fucking porn "How's that possible?" Billy pushed the mattress as high as he could, nothing! "Bastard - Fucking Bastard" Billy cursed to himself. He'd been too cocky, not replacing things carefully enough and his dad had moved his stash. Billy checked under the bed, in/behind/under/on top of/ his dad's bed/drawers/closets - Nothing, Billy had no idea where he might have hidden it. Out of desperation, more than anything else, he decided to check his mother's side of the bed. He lifted up the mattress, but there was no porn there, only a couple of cheap grubby looking novels in a light blue cover, the picture on one of the covers caught Billy's attention though. Picking it up for a closer look, he noticed it had a drawing of a semi naked middle aged woman being held down by 2 boys. One sat over her tits and was pulling her head towards his small hard cock, the other boy was between her bent legs thrusting into her. It was hard to make out just what expression the woman had on her face. "Better than nothing I suppose," thought Billy as he withdrew the book from under the mattress and made his way to the toilet. After locking the door he unbuckled his belt and took his trousers and shoes off, he then placed the baby lotion and a wad of toilet paper next to the toilet seat, finally he pushed his Y fronts down and over his feet. Free at last his cock began to stir and he got Goosebumps all over in anticipation. he sat down and took up the book, the title "Mommies Boy". Didn't sound overly promising to Billy's uncomplicated mind, he opened it to page 1 and began to read. The story began with a man and woman having sex, the man was fucking the woman hard, he was being rough and this was turning the woman on, he pulled out his cock, and began to force it into the woman's arse, but she dodged it. In a rage the man pushed her away and swore, telling her if she wouldn't "put out" he knew plenty who would, the woman begged him to stay but when he asked if she would let him fuck her arse the answer was a tearful no. It was, in her mind, a dirty thing to do, and she just couldn't bring herself to let him fuck her there. The next page or so were pretty boring. About how much she missed him and how lonely she had become, how well the kids were coping with it all - blah de blah - so Billy skimmed over them till he got to a more juicy part. It was late at night, and she was woken by voices coming from her eldest sons' room. Putting on a housecoat she opened her door and listened to find out what was going on, she heard her sons talking, but what they were saying was very muffled, although she was sure she heard Sean say something about shagging. Feeling torn between anger and apprehension she crept over to the door, which was very slightly ajar, she peeked through the crack and the sight that met her eyes shocked and distressed her. Sean was lying on his back stroking a very large and very hard cock. Her youngest boy was sitting with his back to the headboard with a semi-hard on in his hand. The older boy was boasting that he was the man of the house, and that shortly he was going to be sorting out mums' sexual needs. When she heard this, instead of being outraged, she was strangely exited. She found her hand wandering to her cunt, which was very damp, the dirtier her son became about what he was going to do to her, the faster her finger rubbed her crack. Then just as she was about to cum she fell against the door. Billy never got that far. He had never shot so much cum so hard in all his life, the bloody stuff was everywhere, and the experience left him totally shattered and yet elated. What did it all mean? Thoughts and images flashed through his mind. Did his mum think about having sex with him? Maybe it wasn't even her book, maybe it was his dads' stuff, his thoughts were in a whiz. One thing for sure though. He'd be back for more All that day and night he thought about it, he couldn't wait till he had the house to himself so he could read more. But there was no chance over the weekend. People were always coming and going, so he would have to bide his time On the Monday his dad started his night shifts so there was no point in rushing home as he'd be there, Billy still couldn't get it straight in his mind. He had started to look at his mum in a different light altogether. Now he watched for a sign that she was game for it. But she behaved pretty much as she had always behaved. So he was no further forward. After dinner his dad made his sandwiches ready for going away, his brother was closeted in his bedroom listening to some music while his mum was stretched out on the couch drinking and watching the TV. Billy was sat in the chair his attention divided between the box and his mum, But when nothing was ever going to happened - even after his dad had left for work, with a quick kiss to Liz and a gruff "cheerio" to himself - he decided it was time for bed Billy awoke later, something had disturbed his sleep, he lay on his back listening and wondering what it could have been, very faintly he heard the sound of bedsprings creaking, not sure who's, Billy got out of his bed, he needed a pee anyway. When he went out into the hall, he could see his mothers bedside light was on by the glow it cast against the far wall, further up the hall he noticed his brothers room door was firmly closed and could see no light under the jam. After doing the toilet Billy headed back to bed, but as he neared his room he heard something rustling, creeping to his mums room door as quietly as he could manage, he peered through the crack left between the half open door and the frame. He could see his mum lying on her side, her left arm propping her head up and a small book lying open on her bed, between her and the bedside cabinet. Just where her right arm was Billy could only guess. Her face was a picture of concentration and she looked a bit red and bothered, as though she had walked a distance. Billy could just about make out the sounds of her, slightly laboured, breathing. By now his cock was out and being vigorously rubbed. His eyes peeled on the site, of what he was pretty sure, was his mother wanking herself. It wasn't like the porno stories he read there was no great show of excitement, no throwing the covers of to reveal a rare and sexy beauty. It was much, much better that any of that. This was real, this was his own mother he was watching, nearing her climax as she read a book, he was sure was about a woman being fucked by her son! The spunk shot out of his cock, all over the door and the carpet, he came so hard he was shaking, his legs barely able to carry his weight, after he caught his breath he looked back through the crack, his mother was in the same position although she looked even more out of puff, small beads of sweat formed on her brow, just at that moment she shuddered slightly and turned to lay on her back her eyes tight shut, her breathing coming in long drawn breaths. Billy turned and headed for bed, once under his duvet he played over what he had just seen in his mind. Straight away his cock became hard and his hand automatically reached down and grasped it. Within moments it was again shooting cum all over has hairless chest. Nothing had prepared Billy for the feelings of guilt and lust that were now coursing through him. But he knew, if the opportunity arose, he would have sex with his own mother. During the following week a plan gradually developed in Billy's mind, he now knew what had to be done, it was risky, but the sight of his mother's face as she came, would not leave Billy's head. He was masturbating 4 and 5 times a day, and there was now only one woman in those sordid sick fantasies, and she might be available to him, which made the explosions at the end of each session ever more powerful. On the Wednesday, when his dad was at work, he 'took' a half-day off from school. When he got home he headed straight for his mothers books. He took the one he had seen her diddling herself to at the weekend. Went into the bathroom, and after reading a page or so of filth devoted to sons and mothers shagging one another, shot his load onto the page she had folded over. Returning the book to her bed, Billy placed the book half in and half out of the mattress to ensure she must know he had been in read it, and cum on it, now he had played his card what would happen? The tension was just too much for Billy. He left the house wearing his Parker, with the hood up to protect him against the persistent sleet, and headed for some waste ground that hardly anyone bothered with, but the more he walked the more anxious he felt, what if she told his dad!. Fuck he was a dead man, what if he went home and they were both waiting for him, calling him all sorts of names? What if they threw him out for being such a dirty bastard? In a panic he sped home. Hoping to be back before anyone else, so he could rectify it all. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Wednesday"! She always finished early on a Wednesday! He had reached the end of the street and saw Mary his mums pal walk up her driveway. That could only mean his mum was home already. No way was he going home now. He'd run away, that was the only solution. He spent the next 5 or 6 hours wandering miserably around the woods at the bottom of the scheme, freezing cold, soaking wet, dodging the Glue sniffers and avoiding the shooting galleries and the wino's, his mind numb with the realisation of just what he had done. He had crossed the line, there was no turning back now, no way to undo any of it, a small hard knot had formed deep in his belly, a million solutions presented themselves to him. But each one was quickly dismissed. He knew he would be found out. His life from now on would be totally ruined. He had to go home. he turned his sodden feet in that general direction and headed for his street, a sheen of sweat bathed his face, his heart was racing, his mind was like a movie screen, just before the film begins, all mad images and flashes nothing making any sense. Just a dead man walking. He pushed open the door, fully expecting them both to be waiting in the hall for him, but there was nothing. He walked up the hallway with his heart in his mouth and entered the living room slowly, but no one was there, the only noise in the house was coming from his brother's room. He stepped over and chapped the door, "Aye" came the shouted reply, I opened the door and studied the young hard looking face before me for signs of disgust, but found none, just the usual hard look reserved for me, "Whit is it?" he demanded, "Where are they?" I asked in as off a hand manner as I could muster, "Out" he glibly replied "No fucking shit" says I, "out fucking where?" "Dunno, never said" he responded I left shutting his door, knowing that he enjoyed nothing more than annoying the fuck right out of me, and that even if he did know, chances were he wouldn't tell me anyway "Moody wee prick" I thought Feeling a bit better, but not really knowing why, I got something to eat and after watching some telly, headed to my bed. Feeling almost normal, the thoughts that were a maelstrom no more than a few hours ago now firmly pushed to the back of my mind. The noise of them coming home would have been enough to have woken the dead, they were both full of the drink and happy, for a change, they went straight to bed, with much laughing and carrying on. Was this a good sign? Maybe she hadn't even noticed it yet. Once again I was both in a panic and elated. I'd dog school tomorrow and replace it exactly as I had found it, I'd clean off the spunk, leave it so that she need never know. Next morning I feigned sickness and went back to my bed, I waited for a good hour after everyone had left, just to make sure no one was coming back, then I got up and walked through to her room. Kneeling down besides the bed, I gently lifted the mattress. And noticed right away that the book was moved. My heart sank. I slowly picked up the book and let down the mattress. Opening the book at the folded page, I saw that the two pages I had shot my load over the previous afternoon, had been peeled apart, some of the pages had stuck to one another, and it must have been obvious what had happened, I replaced the book and went slowly back to my own room, a puzzled man. But why was nothing said? Was she waiting to have a word with me when my dad was at work? Had she told him? Christ, I just didn't know what was going on, it was all out of control, I worked things out in my head. My dad was on the early shift then he had a quick turnover and into the night shift tonight, so the only time she would be able to talk to me alone..... Would be after dinner when he left for work. Always the coward I decided that the best option would be for me to just stay in my room. I started half-heartedly re-reading a book I'd finished the week before. The time seemed to drag by till firstly Stevie came home. Popping his head round the door to call me a wanker for missing school. Then dad came home from the pub where he'd gone after work as usual, he came in and asked how I was, not that he really cared, but it was the done thing, at least now I knew she hadn't told him, which was surely a good sign? Then lastly she came home. I heard my dad saying hiya and asking how her day had been; she must have gone into her room to get changed. Cause I heard her reply coming from that direction. My door got knocked and she came in, I searched her face for a sign, either good or bad, but could read nothing into it, she came and sat next to me on the bed stroked my hair and asked how I was, "Fine" I replied, looking away at the lie, "Want anything special for dinner?" she coaxed "Naw, anything will do" I said trying to sound sort of unwell "It'll be ready shortly, I'll bring it through, ok?" says she "Fine" I reply, wondering what in gods name is going on, its just as though nothing had ever happened, the misplaced book with it's sticky pages and yellow stain might never have been, if my mums expression and manner were anything to go by. She duly brought me my dinner then when I heard my dad closing the door I decided to put my plan into action, I went into the living room where mum was lying on the couch watching telly with a tall glass of Vodka and Irn-Bru she asked me how I was and I told her I was feeling not too well. She asked me if I wanted a hot toddy, I consented to be molly cuddled, and sat back and let her run after me, she returned a few minutes later, changed into a night dress, and bearing a large toddy and a fresh drink for herself, she must have had a few as she stumbled a bit on the way over to the couch, she was in a good mood, giggling and laughing at the telly, not that I was paying it too much attention, I was trying my best to look up her night dress, I could just about grab a glance of her white panties, but not a lot. About 9'ish she yawned and said it was time for her bed. As she got to her feet I built up my courage and asked "Can I sleep with you tonight mum? I don't feel too well" (Which was the bravest thing I have ever said in my entire life) She stopped and looked down at me, then smiled and said "I suppose so seeing as your dads away at work. But you'd better be in your own bed before he gets back tomorrow morning boy!" My heart leapt, - at that moment I just knew I was going to do it. She went to the toilet and I stole into her bed, I went over to my dad's side and snuggled deep into the duvet enjoying its coldness next to my skin. Shortly afterwards mum came into the room smelling nice from some perfume she must have put on and the faint smell of toothpaste, she climbed into bed beside me and lay on her side with her back to me. "Just going to read for a wee bit" she explained "You just go to sleep" "Ok mum" I murmured back But sleep was the last thing on MY mind I felt the bed move slightly and supposed she must be reaching under the mattress for her book. "Ya Dancer" I thought to myself I forced myself to lay perfectly still, listening carefully for any noises she might make, the pages turned and her breathing became shallower but there was no sign of anything else to suggest she was playing with herself. A short time later she leaned over and put the book back where it came from, I sensed her turning round and looking at me, then she stretched over and kissed me gently on the forehead, I felt her boob press softly against my shoulder, and became instantly aroused, but she simply turned over and switched out the light. Well this was it! I had never been so excited, nor had I ever been so scared. Not even when I had been cornered by a bunch of Neds coming home from school and robbed of all my money. But being the big shite-bag that I was, I simply lay still, trying my best not to breathe too loudly, wishing my heart was a lot less noisy, surely she must be able to hear it thumping away in there, I tried to hold my breath to make it quieter, but ended up panting through lack of oxygen after I had to give in After some time I felt my mum change her position, I half opened my eyes to have a wee peek, she was laying on her side facing me, I listened for her breathing but couldn't make it out distinctly, then she sort of flopped over, and her arm draped over my chest. Christ I was scared, but it was too late now. I lay as still as I could, not moving a single muscle, even my cock had gone soft with the fear I was feeling, after a moment she again shifted her position, moving a little closer to me, I could smell the Vodka on her breath, hear the long deep motion of it, she gently shook me "Billy, Billy you awake" she softly whispered No fucking way was I saying anything, I lay there transfixed, as stiff as a board She shook me a little more vigorously and again asked if I was awake, getting no response she crooked her leg over my thigh and put her arm half under my pillow. Still I lay, and said, and did nothing Then I felt her hand slowly move away from my shoulder and rest over my chest, then lower still till it came to the bottom of my T-shirt, she slid her hand under it and rubbed my belly in a circular motion, this had me super hard in no time at all, I stopped worrying about breathing and everything else and gave myself up to the pleasure of that hand. I knew where it was going next. But it still came as a shock when it bumped into the head of my cock as she made the circles bigger and bigger and lower and lower, I must have jerked as she stopped for a bit, but once more I stayed hushed Her circles now centred on my rock hard cock with only the flimsy material of my Y-fronts between her hand and my prick, she withdrew her hand up my belly and then ever so gently she wiggled it under the waistband of my pants, when her hand made unfettered contact with my cock it was like an electric shock. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body, I was shaking and jerking and the spunk was shooting everywhere, I heard her gasp as she realised I had come at the mere touch of her hand, she took her hand from under the pillow and caressed my face till the emotions had subsided, then she removed her hand and I felt her wiping me with some sort of cloth or towel, every dab sending shock waves shooting through me, As I lay back my mind raced ahead, what now? What do I do now? Lay still Billy pretend your asleep - truly a world class shitebag. I don't know what she was expecting, nothing maybe, she lay on her back and after a moment or two I heard the unmistakable sounds of her masturbating, her breathing became deeper and shorter, I felt the motion of her hand as it danced in and out of her cunt, within seconds I heard her moan and begin to shudder, the whole bed was shaking, it must have been quite an orgasm as the shaking and juddering went on for a good minute or to her breath coming in gasps. It was the most erotic thing ever, my own mother had wanked me and then herself off, and now lay next to me drenched in sweat and smelling of sex, all it would have taken was for me to turn over and touch her and who knows what might have happened But you know me by now! Nothing else has happened between the two of us. I still regret not having tried to take it further, some nights when my dad is working night shift, I can hear her reading and the occasional stifled moan, still who knows maybe I'll build up the courage one day. The End <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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