The story of my son's sexual education - at my willing
and able hands. Written by me in his words. In short
it's an incest tale. (Fm, ped, inc, bi, oral, mast,
1st)
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The following is a true story, and whilst it contains
some 'contemporary' terminology, due to my/our present
day recounting of events that began over twenty years
ago, the terminology used by the adults at the time has
been burnt into my/our minds, fondly recalled and
appears faithfully in same. Please note that sometimes
in the initial parts of our 'epistle' it is
intentionally vague, for it simply sets the scene for
those that follow.
Ourselves, we are 'normal' well-adjusted citizens, who
as a result of the wonderful family life that we still
enjoy, have gone on to achieve a modest and fulfilling
level of success in all areas of our lives. Sure as
with 'most people' there have been some missed
opportunities, however those that were seized have
provided us with sufficient reward for our endeavours.
Would that we were able to live our lives over again,
we would change nothing... except maybe to have started
our 'education' much earlier.
This is our first such 'epistle', and as such we would
be very thankful for any feedback. Please bear in mind
though that it is a true story, the people whom this
story is about are normal 'average and everyday
people', with average bodies - there are No monster
cocks, or enormous titties on tiny cheerleader bodies
here (not in our family anyway, we're just fit and
average).
That said however, if it sometimes rings similar to
other incest stories read, don't lose heart, we too
have been surprised to read incest works of fiction and
truth, where the situations experienced and recounted,
sounded wonderfully familiar to us. After all, is there
really anything that's actually 'new' in life?
We have written this, well actually I have written this
story, and it is the record of events as my son Brett
and I remember them occurring. I have written the story
as Brett, and having also tried penning the story from
my point of view, we decided unanimously that the best
reading from an erotic perspective, is the story told
in 'Brett's words' as it were.
As it is a true story about our lives, we hope that you
enjoy it as much as we do; for as a way of life, we
quite simply cannot recommend it highly enough. Thank
you, Trude and Brett. Copyright © 2001-2005.
Chapter 1
Prior to my early teens, I had never been exposed to
any 'overtly' incestuous adventures, other than as a
young boy, watching 'uncle' Joe wanking from a really
good hidey-hole. I must say when looking back that I
really, really enjoyed it, and I watched him for years
and it was our secret. I regularly give tanks for being
so obviously blessed as to have been raised in a great
and open family, thanks mostly to my amazing Mum.
A Mother whom I've seen naked as recently as the other
day, for we dress and undress in front of each other
still, as we did when I was a child. When I had surgery
to repair a badly broken arm a couple of years ago (I
was 32 years old at the time), my beloved Mum was there
to look after me generally, and in particular wash me -
cock and all.
During this time of 'adult nurturing', I must admit
that at all times whilst she was washing me, my cock
was as hard as a rock. When confronted with this
'delicate' situation, good old Mum wouldn't miss a
beat, she would just give me a wink and pull the shower
curtain closed and I would wank it down. Then when I
was finished cumming, she would wash my cock and towel
me dry.
It never came up as to whether I needed any help with
my wanking, since I could still use my other arm.
However there was no secrecy regarding what I needed to
do, as Mum was only on the other side of the clear
shower curtain while I was wanking. She told me that
since I wasn't 'getting any' due to my condition, I had
her 'permission' to indulge.
As a consequence of this 'green-light' Mum did get to
see me cum though, as I had to face away from the
shower's spray and when I came she could see each rope
of cum arc out and splash against the shower cubicle's
tiled black back wall. Cum that Mum would then clean up
prior to washing me.
I really must confess that my orgasms during this 'Mum
watches while I wank period of convalescence' were the
most intense orgasms that I have ever had as an adult.
I remember thinking to myself at the time as I was
wanking in front of Mum that I had never had as big and
as hard a cock as when Mum openly watched me wank!
She used to get this familiar cheeky grin on her face,
when into the second month of my injury rehab, my cock
after cumming stayed rock-hard. Again though Mum never
missed a beat, and simply wiped my cum off the wall and
washed my cock for me regardless of whether I was still
hard or not.
On one such occasion, Mum washed my still hard cock too
quickly after I'd just cum and I fell over in the
shower as my still spasming cock bucked at her touch,
causing me to slip and sending me crashing to the
floor. This fall resulted in my cast being broken and
adding another two months to my rehab. After that
painful mistake, Mum would always watch my cock closely
to see that my orgasm spasms were finished prior to
washing it for me.
I can only try to adequately describe my beautiful
Mother; Mum is a long honey blonde haired woman of 53
years of age, she possesses a slim and totally 'pert'
figure, and has religiously shaved her delicious cunt
bare since I was a baby... oh and she has the largest
fucking clit that I have ever seen. To me she is
magnificent and would be regardless of how she looked;
she's my MUM; beyond judgment and criticism...simply
perfect!!!
Since childhood we have had an open indoor nudity
policy in our family. Indoors, as unfortunately no
outside nudity can take place at home, since the back
yard though completely screened and fenced, still isn't
private enough and the bloody neighbours are very nosy
etc. Hence this means that all forms of naked cajoling
and cavorting must take place inside the house behind
closed doors.
It would be incorrect to surmise that I am comfortable
with our mutual nudity. Don't get me wrong, I'm very
happy to be naked in front of Mum, however I'm seldom
comfortable, in that when we are naked together, I am
almost always sporting half a hard-on and leaking pre-
cum over everything. I have to work constantly mentally
on keeping my cock from getting rock-hard. This of
course Mum finds tremendously funny, quite a bloody
sense of humour my Mother.
To even up that score (and let me tell you, I do that
regularly), take it from me - Mum has a HUGE clitty. I
can state unequivocally that Mum has a very, very, very
pronounced clitoris and ipso facto clitty hood. It is
so big that she cannot wear swimmers, because her clit
can be clearly seen bulging under the fabric.
This I first noticed on Mum, when as a young boy at the
tender age of three, whilst she and I were showering
and as she was washing her long hair, I sensing an
opportunity for mayhem (yeah I know – bloody shit of a
kid) started to poke with my finger 'Mummy's button',
as she later informed me that it was called.
Well suffice to say, this surprised the hell out of her
and as Mum opened her eyes to see what was going on,
and began to sternly dissuade me from continuing in my
present course of action, the shampoo suds flooded into
her eyes. Now my poor dear Mum, whilst being in pain
and temporarily blinded, could do nothing to stop me
playing with this big button that kept getting bigger
the more that I touched it, until it was as big as my
toddler sized big toe (yep I know that is one fucking
enormous clitoris).
Every time that I squeezed and pushed her cunt-button,
Mum's hips would buck up and forward, and her legs
would shake with gusto! Finally she gave up trying to
both push me away and wash the suds from her eyes, and
braced herself by holding onto the showerhead stem. Mum
then opened her legs wide, bent her knees and began
cooing and moaning until I stopped playing with her
scarlet and swollen clit.
The good thing about it from an infant's point of view
was that when Mum had finished washing the suds from
her eyes, she (so I thought) had forgotten about what I
had been doing to her button and didn't reprimand me.
Can you imagine trying frantically to wash the burning
shampoo from your eyes, whilst your infant son who is
showering with you, decides that your clitty (or cock
if you're a daddy) is the most interesting thing in the
world at that moment, and proceeds to play with it and
bring you off.
Don't be too concerned about her 'pain' though, because
Mum insisted that I continue to shower with her long
after that.
Much of who and what I am today, I owe exclusively to
my beloved Mum. This includes my preference for
shaving... cunt and cock that is! In that again when I
was an infant, and could easily identify the
differences in things generally, and particularly
things physical, Mum decided to shave her already
sparsely covered honey-blonde haired pussy, so that
when we showered together, I wouldn't bug her
incessantly about why her pussy had hair on it and my
willy didn't.
The sting in the tail of Mum's gambit here was that it
exposed her huge clitty to me in all it's larger than
three lives glory, which of course made IT the first
thing that I could see when I looked up etc. Poor mum
as far as that plan went; it was all sting and no tail.
As we all know the shower is a wet place, and when I
said that mum washed me during my injury rehab, you
would guess right if you said that mum ended up soaking
wet as well. It should be no surprise though, since we
have always been an openly nudist family, that she was
also naked when she washed me, and so it didn't matter
how 'wet' she got.
What you would also be right in assuming is that surely
washing my cock and having it respond with a rock-hard
erection must have been very exciting for Mum too. Then
for Mum to observe me through the clear shower curtain
as I wanked, and to follow that up by cleaning my cum
off the tiles and to wash my still-erect cock again,
must really have aroused her if she's even remotely
responsive?
I'm sure that I have not adequately described my
gorgeous Mum's fantastic cunt and in particular her
fucking enormous clit. In order to effectively describe
the size of Mum's clitoris when 'at rest', the image
that you need to visualise is one that is of a clit
that is the same size as either one of her permanently
erect nipples (these are a bee's dick smaller than the
circumference of a one cent piece – that's the size of
the nipple not the areola), so even when she is 'cold'
so to speak, Mum's clit is still fucking 'ENORMOUS AND
PRONOUNCED.'
Bearing this in mind, it should no longer be a surprise
to learn that Mum, whilst she was washing me during my
'injury rehab', would often shower as well after
towelling me dry. It was obvious to me that yes Mum was
very effected and excited by the feel of my rigid
throbbing cock in her delicate hands, and by the
sights, sounds and the smells of my wanking and
spraying my hot and heavy loads of cum in front of her.
It should also be remembered that I was practically
helpless with one arm trussed up and useless, and
couldn't have adequately participated in any resulting
mother and son sexual expression session, whilst in
that state.
Suffice to say though, that she had the same legs
trembling and big toe sized Mummy's button action
happening, when she was both washing me, and then when
washing herself after and always in front of me. Come
to think of it, she really did wash her pussy
thoroughly when it was her turn to shower, though you
know what they say, cleanliness is next to godliness.
Quite often the simple reason that I stayed hard after
wanking, was the fact that I could see Mum's enormously
engorged clitty and silken pussy juices liberally
smeared over and down her inner-thighs, and I could
smell this deliciously musky ambrosia. I mean to say
that with the heady amalgamation of aromas from both
Mum's cunt juice and my spunk fused within and by the
closeness of that small hot and humid ensuite bathroom,
who wouldn't be ready and wanting to fuck up a storm,
Mother and son or otherwise?
How did this masturbatory comfort and closeness
develop? Well from this point you will need to travel
back in time with me to discover just how indeed it
began. One thing that I'm sure you may find surprising,
is that not only did Mum arrange my very 'first
perfect-stranger fuck' for me with a lovely courtesan
on my eighteenth birthday (God bless her), what you
won't be surprised to learn was that Mum also
encouraged and taught me the correct ways to
masturbate, as a form of stress relief and sexual
pleasure from the onset of my puberty.
You see it all started when...
Chapter 2
Mum introduced me to the joys of 'BLUE MOVIES' (as she
calls them), as a way to set the mood etc. In fact it
is an accepted form of behaviour at home, to masturbate
wherever, whenever and however you feel like it, as
long as it's indoors.
Believe you me, it is stunningly exciting and amazingly
liberating, when whilst watching a really hard core
bluey with your Mother, she overtly takes the
initiative by very sexily, sensuously and noisily
wanking her spectacularly and magnificently constructed
pussy, whilst encouraging you, her son, to get your
beautiful cock out and cum with Mummy.
How did Mum do it, well get your own cock or cunt out,
get comfortable and wank along with me as I relate how
indeed Mum brought about my magnificent sexual
awakening.
Suffice to say that my delicious mother simply oozes
carnality, however her greatest gift I believe, are her
uncommon gifts for strategy and patience. So with a
judicious application of her gifts for both, Mum
designed a progressive introduction to the joys of
masturbation, consisting of a series of tasks/methods
for me to be taught and then to try, lasting for three
months... initially.
Needless to say that even with such a young pre-teenage
son, who is calm and deliberate of nature, you can't
just say "get you dick out baby and mummy will teach
you to wank...OK." Too many hormones racing as well as
other random dynamics to calculate, which would make
the implementation of such a strategy (the SledgeHammer
gambit) impossible to manage etc.
No, what you need to do is exactly what Mum did do, and
that was to gradually build me up to the point where I
would feel comfortable to masturbate in front of her
without prompting. Off my own 'bat' if you like!
It started with her seeing that I had grown sufficient
pubic hair (a grand total of twelve golden hairs, which
she kept for my baby book!) to officially begin to
produce cum. My age at this critical stage was twelve.
At this point I under mum's direction, shaved off my
newly sprouted pubic hair.
During this time, Mum also noticed that I was
'suffering' from many more hard-ons than I had done
prior to puberty. I during this time didn't even think
about touching myself in a sexual way, after all what
form of reference did I have to draw upon anyway? The
only dicks (even my 'uncle' Joe's cumming from my
hidey-hole) that I had ever seen were covered in thick
hair and were attached to 'old' men, and I at twelve
was certainly not one of those.
Previously as a child, I had naively believed to the
immense enjoyment of my Mum (there's that bloody sense
of humour of hers again) that when I got hard, it meant
that I had to pee. As a consequence of this I would
stand at the toilet bowl, with my hard willy in my hand
for up to half an hour before I would give up, and say
to Mum that I needed a new willy because mine didn't
seem to work any more.
So by the time that I was about seven years old and
each time that I got a hard-on, I would still go to the
toilet, however I would only stand there for a maximum
of two minutes, before going about whatever I was doing
before I was so rudely interrupted by a 'wrong number'
as Mum would 'refer' to them.
Mum sensing an opportunity to implement her slowly,
slowly strategy, asked if I was having a bladder
problem? I replied that I wasn't, I just seemed to be
experiencing a lot of 'wrong numbers' lately. She asked
me to tell her what was happening with my plumbing, and
I told her that I must have drunk about six drinks of
water today, and I had only peed four times, yet I had
eight 'wrong numbers' without having to pee at all.
Confounded by the recurrence of the childhood plumbing
problems, I suggested that she make me an appointment
with a doctor, in order to get to the bottom of the
'wrong numbers'. Mum said that the next time I got
hard, I was to tell her and she would check my plumbing
for me, to see if she could find anything wrong with it
first.
Sure enough less than an hour later, I got hard and
called Mum to take a look. In she came and in a
wonderful combination of matter-of-factness and dotage,
Mum inspected every inch of my cock. Mum suggested that
we go to the bathroom, where she could press on my
bladder and check to feel if it was full, which we did.
As Mum pressed on my bladder, she pointed my skyward
gazing pecker down into the bowl, however even as she
pushed nothing happened. She then let her other hand
slip from the small of my back to touch my newly
'arrived' balls from behind... immediately my cock
jumped. Mum repeated this action, and at the same time
lightly stroked my sphincter with her long thumb-
nail... my cock bucked and jumped again... I didn't
know what was wrong.
"All right" Mum said, "I think that I know what the
problem is my young man, let's go back into your
bedroom OK." There we sat on the bed naked (remember
that we were always naked indoors) and Mum hinted to me
why the 'wrong numbers' were increasing, and how we
must learn to accommodate them.
The blank look upon my face convinced her that the
implementation of the first educational tool was
required. Mum went to her room and brought back some
'stick books', which clearly depicted men in various
stages of arousal. She then told me to look at the
books for a while, and she would be back when she'd
fixed us some lunch.
One of the books showed men progressively wanking
themselves and culminating in cum shots. It was this
book that I was reading when Mum came back into my room
with our lunch, and as she sat on the bed, Mum
commented on how much I was obviously enjoying those
books if my big hard 'willy' was anything to go by,
adding to this observation by gently squeezing its
head. This seemed to supercharge the swelling reaction
of my pecker, as it grew noticeably harder and began to
throb and bounce.
There we sat, Mum and me naked eating our lunch sitting
on my bed, with me sporting a steel hard pecker the
whole time. Mum suggested to me that if I played with
my 'cock' (that was the first time that Mum used that
terminology with me) like the men in the books were
doing, that I could get some relief from these 'wrong
numbers' that I had been experiencing.
It was at this point that the penny dropped for me,
which considering the context of the interaction and
excluding the history of bath-time mischief between the
two people involved, explains why it may have taken me
longer than it should have to get up to speed. So
finally sensing an opportunity for mayhem (yet again),
I asked Mum what she meant, as I couldn't tell what
they were doing from a couple of pictures. Mum told me
that I should continue looking at the books for a
while, and tomorrow she would help me to understand the
images a little better.
True to her word Mum at lunchtime the following day
fixed us some lunch and called me into the lounge to
join her. We sat together naked in front of the
television, and she told me that she had picked up a
video that would help me to understand what was
happening with my 'plumbing'.
The images that appeared on the TV were amazing! The
tape consisted of men and women of all ages,
masturbating in every possible way that you could
imagine. Mum told me that I should sit and watch the
whole tape and write down the parts that I really
liked, so that we could deal with that firstly. Mum was
operating the beta-max video and she kept forwarding
and rewinding the tape to parts that she thought would
be of interest to me... and my cock.
When the tape had ended, we went through the list that
I had made of the images that I had seen and liked. As
I have said earlier I from a very young age used to spy
on 'uncle' Joe wanking, so when Mum noticed that I had
written down a lot of the images of the men wanking and
cumming, she asked if I liked those better than the
women masturbating? I said no I like them both, but I
have seen a man wanking before, and since I hadn't seen
any women doing it, I could relate to the men better.
Mum didn't get concerned with my inaccurate revelation,
even though she would later tell me that when she was
'washing' her pussy, she was in fact actually tossing
her cunt-button in front of me every night when we
showered, however she just asked whom I had seen
tossing? I didn't tell her everything though, I only
told her whom I had seen, how often I had watched him,
and how long we had been doing it. Mum asked me if I
liked what I saw, and I told her yes very, very much.
She laughed warmly and said that it was fine to feel
that way, and that it was important for her to know
these things, if she was going to help me properly with
my 'plumbing problems'. "That's all for today my
beautiful boy," mum told me, "tomorrow we'll watch
something that's a little different. OK baby?"
Sure enough lunchtime the next day, Mum loaded the
video and sat back down beside me on the lounge. The
video depicted men and women having sex, "Watch this
movie carefully darling and write down what you like in
it this time," she said.
Whilst I was sitting watching the movie, Mum sat down
beside me and as the movie action started to hot up
with the woman sucking the man's cock, Mum as I sat
transfixed by the images, with her index finger softly
wiped the eye of my own hard cock, and placed it
sensuously into her mouth cumming excitedly.
When I looked quizzically at her, she simply repeated
the action and this time placed her finger in my mouth.
Mum laughed vivaciously at my expression and exclaimed,
"It's delicious isn't it baby, you taste just like
cinnamon!" Mum was right, the taste was delicious and
just like cinnamon, with a texture that was as smooth
as silk.
So there we sat naked on the lounge watching the movie,
taking turns 'eating' my pre-cum (as Mum told me it was
called) that Mum lovingly wiped from the eye of my
throbbing cock with her finger.
There was a Method to this that at the time I had no
idea of, until as mum was wiping another trickle of
pre-cum from my cock's eye, she grabbed it in her hand
and placed her thumb against the glands of my cock head
and gave them a couple of quick rolls, and then I was
cumming... buckets!
Jet after jet of cum surging up, and fountaining out of
the eye of my throbbing cock, the whole time with Mum
rhythmically rubbing my cock and balls, and in a husky
velvet voice saying, "That's my baby, cum for mummy.
Cum for mummy baby, doesn't that feel so good?"
Mum had seen to everything, even the clear plastic
sheet on the carpet that was acting as a catch-all for
my first, and as Mum told me; MEGA-LOAD of cum.
"Now baby, not one drop of this beautiful cock-nectar
is going to go to waste," mum said, "you need to get a
taste for this stuff my gorgeous young man, as there is
nothing better for a woman than to have a man lick her
cunt clean of his hot cum after he has pumped a load up
it. This should be really easy for you baby, because
this cum of yours tastes sweetish like peanut brittle
and spicy like cinnamon, I have never tasted cum that
is this delicious my beautiful boy."
So then following Mum's lead, I got down onto my hands
and knees and we licked and sucked up every single
vestige of my first cum off the plastic sheet. The
upshot of this, if one was needed, was that I was
cured. Bravo Mum!
Chapter 3
The next day Mum said to me, "you and I my gorgeous
young man are going to practice every single way that
there is to masturbate, with the exception of using a
woman's breasts," and then tweaking her perpetually
hard nipples between her thumbs and index fingers so
that she could pull them suggestively outward as she
said laughingly, "since these Goldie Hawn titties of
mine are little more than high-voltage nipples baby,
I'm sorry to say."
I sensing another opportunity (responding to Mum's
subtle button pushing was more likely) suggested that
even so they were certainly big enough to cum on... if
that was all right with her? Mum giggled like a
schoolgirl at this, and she said, "We will definitely
be doing lots of that my gorgeous young man... lots of
it indeed."
"Should we make a start on today's lesson baby?" Mum
asked me, and again we adjourned to the couch. "Now
today sweetheart we will begin by watching a different
type of movie, it's one in which men and women have sex
with each other all together, it's one that I think you
may find very interesting if my hunch about you is
correct gorgeous!"
"Now when I think that your cock is hard enough, I'm
going to start masturbating you with this pair of my
panties ok. What I want you to do is, to just sit there
and watch the movie and enjoy the feeling of your Mummy
tossing your beautiful cock for you OK."
"Then when you begin to feel the same feelings in your
cock and balls that you felt just before you came for
mummy yesterday baby, I want you to start taking big
deep breaths and say wank my cock mummy, wank my cock
and make me shoot my cum all over your beautiful tits!"
"That way I'll know to move in front of you, so that
you can spray your second hot load of cock cream over
my titties Ok baby! Make sure that you only cum on my
titties though, you'll have to wait a bit longer to cum
on mummy's face sweetheart, but I promise that I won't
make you wait too long OK baby?"
So there I was watching one guy suck a guys cock,
whilst he was chock-a-block up the woman's pussy, while
my Mum is wanking my cock for me with a pair of her
pink silk panties, with orders no less than to cum when
ready all over my gorgeous Mother's delicious pert
titties ('Jesus el saviour Christus' my balls are
bursting just remembering it), not a bad gig huh!
Couldn't possibly get any better than that, in fact not
a snowball's chance in Tartarus right... wrong now pay
attention.
Right on cue both guys grab each others cock, and the
woman lays down on the bed between them, encouraging
them to spray their loads on her tits, Mum then takes a
large metal salad tossing spoon, and places its cold
underside up under my full and boiling ball bag, which
sends me right over the top. Following the script word
for word, I tell Mum that I'm going to cum, and I begin
to take big deep breaths, whilst saying to mum wank my
cock mummy, wank my cock and make me shoot my cum all
over your beautiful tits!
Then the dam broke, again as with the day before, only
this time even more forcefully and copiously, I
grunting loudly came in thick heavy boiling hot spurts
of cock cream over my gorgeous Mum's delicious titties,
completely glazing every inch of her chest with my
'new' seed.
Poor Mum should have been wearing a bullet-proof vest
for her own protection, because in a similar though
this time much more throaty brushed velvet voice, she
whilst telling me to cover her fucking titties with my
delicious hot cock nectar said, "Oh my god baby, each
spurt is like being hit by a bullet."
I leaned forward to rest my hands on Mum's shoulders as
she pumped the last vestiges of cum out of my cock with
one hand, and with the other was gently squeezing and
churning my balls. At this point she leant forward and
sucked the last dewdrops of cum straight from my cock.
Catching me as I began to fall, Mum laid down on her
back beside me and said, "Come on baby, it's time for
you to lick up all of your cum off mummy's chest, and
make sure that you pay particular attention to mummy's
steel-like cum-glazed nipples, and whilst you do that
I'll wank my cunt for you!!"
As I was moving to obey her, Mum said, "when I begin
cumming baby, you have to lick mummy's hot and sticky
cunt clean as well OK!" I grinned wildly and as I
started to lick my cum off my amazing mother's
delicious cum covered titties, she chided me by saying,
"Hey don't hog all of that cum baby, mummy wants her
share to. You slurp it up and feed it to mummy for me,
while I flog my cunt OK baby."
As mum lay there, I remembered as a child reaching up
and playing with her huge cunt-button whilst we
showered. So while I slurped up and fed my cum into
mum's hungry mouth, I reached down to her hot sticky
cunt, and whilst she fucked her bunched fingers in and
out of her hot fuck tunnel, I rubbed and pinched her
fat cunt-button until she began to groan loudly and
started to buck her cunt wildly at our busy hands.
Taking my cue from her spare hand that was behind my
head roughly pushing it down to her cunt, I quickly
moved to face her boiling hot fuck tunnel and as Mum
finally came, I proceeded to press my open mouth hard
against the bubbling sopping wet opening, driving my
tongue deep up into her slimy cunt.
Noisily I sucked her cunt clean of the slimy fuck juice
flooding out of her cock tunnel. I was amazed to
discover that Mum's cunt nectar tasted exactly like
smoky-bacon flavoured potato crisps, so I licked and
slurped at her cunt and clit until she pushed me away
telling me not to kill her this early into our lessons.
We lay there for a time whilst she was recovering when
Mum said, "Well baby, what do you think of that huh?
Did you like mummy tossing your hot cock until you came
on my pert titties, and our little game of eating
mummy's cunt huh? Yes I bet you did. So much so I think
my beautiful boy, that we are going to do that and
nothing else for the next two weeks OK baby. We will
watch these two videos and copy everything that they do
on them ourselves, firstly with me helping you to do
them, then with you doing them, and then to each other
OK!"
So there we met every day for the next two weeks, until
we recreated every single scene inspired masturbation
method that I would have thought possible. No longer
was I suffering from 'wrong numbers' in the plumbing
department, Mum told me that my cock had begun to
lengthen and thicken noticeably (it would eventually
measure seven inches long by two and a half inches
wide, as I said Mr. Average), and I could never have
imagined that it could get any better... again I was
wrong.
Chapter 4
"Today baby we are going to do something very different
OK. Today when you are ready to cum I want you to cum
on Mummy's face. I'll have to close my eyes when you do
though, because cum burns my eyes worse than shampoo
does."
This time Mum and I watched a video showing men sucking
other men's cocks and mutual masturbation, I suppose
you would call it a standard 'gay' film, which made up
the big three that I had watched with Mum so far, the
other two being hetero and Bi-sexual films.
So again there I sat on the lounge rhythmically pumping
my hand up and down my cock as my mum had taught me to
do, whilst Mum naked as always sat beside me, gently
fondling my balls and cooing in my ear, "Wank your
beautiful cock for mummy. Look at that man sucking that
other man's cock for him, ummm doesn't that look yummy
baby? Mummy loves cock baby, don't you?"
It didn't take very long before the combination of the
males sucking cock on the screen in front of me, and
mum's ministrations had me ready to cum. Again I
followed the script, telling Mum that I was going to
cum soon.
Then as Mum moved to kneel in front of me yet again as
she had done for the past fourteen days, ready to
receive her next cum bath from none other than her son,
as I drew my final big deep breath and began to cum,
she said, "Mummy's got a delicious surprise for you
baby, today you get to cum in mummy's mouth," and then
without any warning, Mum inhaled my cock into her soft
warm mouth and pushed her index finger up my arse in
order to torment my now fully functional and 'peach-
sized' prostate gland.
That was it poor mum nearly drowned, because all the
fluids in my body immediately turned into cum, and
proceeded to pour from out of the end of my spasming
cock that was buried to the hilt, down my gorgeous
Mum's throat.
Spasm after spasm, sent wad after wad of my hot cock
cream down mum's throat, with mum's smiling and glee-
filled eyes looking up at me as she skilfully milked me
with her throat muscles, ensuring that I emptied my
mega-load into her tummy, and all the while I was
grunting and groaning loudly begging Mum to keep
sucking my cock for me.
Then Mum started to quickly pump my shaft and lick and
suck the head of my cock, until again impossibly, I was
cumming into her mouth again, and seemingly discharging
as copious a load of cum, as the first orgasm had only
seconds before.
As I lay there exhausted from my two unbelievable
sequential orgasms facilitated by my mum's delicious
cock-sucking mouth, mum asked me, "Would you like to
have a man suck your cock as I just did baby, and or
would you like to suck a cock yourself?"
In my after cumming glow, I gave up more than I would
have normally, and I told her that I had already sucked
some cocks, and that some guys had also sucked mine. At
this revelation Mum was truly shocked, and exclaimed,
"But I thought that I was the first one to suck your
cock baby?"
I told her not to worry because she was the first to
suck my cock as a boy who could cum, and that these
previous cock-sucking experiences of mine, were with
four other boys the same age as me; I was almost nine
and a half years old at the time. Oh yeah and 'uncle'
Joe.
I told her how the four of us boys used to go down to
the creek, and while we were fishing and exploring, we
found a cubby-house, in which we found some old 'stick
books'.
In these books were pictures of men sucking other men's
cocks for them, and so we decided to try out what these
men in the books were doing. It was simple we had to
suck each others cock, and all that happened was that
our cocks got hard from the sucking and one of the boys
whose cocks I sucked, pissed in my mouth, but no body
was able to cum as we were too young.
Mum fixed me with her 'tell me more' stare, and I knew
that it was time to share 'uncle' Joe's and my secret
with her. You see mum I said, one day after sneaking
into my hidey-hole to watch 'uncle' Joe (our long time
neighbour, not a blood relative) have his daily wank, I
arrived a little late and he was already in there.
I should have left and got there earlier the next day,
but I didn't, so when I sat down to watch the show, I
made a noise as he was working towards cumming. Of
course he heard me, stopped wanking and quickly found
me in my hidey-hole.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as he grabbed me,
and whilst I proceeded to spill the beans about
watching him every day for years, I couldn't take my
eyes off his big fat cock that was swinging back and
forth in front of my face as he held me.
"Where is your mum?" he asked, and I told him that she
– you were taking a nap. He noticed that I was
mesmerised by his big fat cock and drew me closer to
him, so that as he was talking to me about what we
should do about my naughty behaviour, the big mushroom
shaped head of his cock was brushing against my face
and mouth. It tickled my lips and the clear liquid
oozing from out of the eye was making my face sticky,
so I licked some off my lips, at this his big fat cock
jumped and his eyes lit up wickedly.
'Uncle' Joe said, "do you want me to give you a present
or would you like me to punish you for spying on me?" A
present please 'uncle' Joe a present, I pleaded. "It's
alright," he said, "relax my boy a present it is!"
'Uncle' Joe had a present for me that he knew I would
like after seeing him 'playing' in his shed all this
time. He told me that he wouldn't tell mum what I had
been doing if I would do him a favour. Sensing yet
another opportunity for mayhem, and knowing that mum
would simply tell me to be more discreet, I agreed
'pleading' with 'uncle' Joe not to tell mum - you.
First he asked if I would like to see my 'present',
"it's a home-movie film that 'aunty' Ros and I made,"
to this I of course replied yes. On the film he was
fucking 'aunty' Ros, who is a very big busted red head
with an hour glass figure. 'Uncle' Joe was fucking her
up the arse over the kitchen table and when he was
about to cum, he pulled out of her arse and made her
suck his cock.
I turned to face him and he was sitting on the chair
slowly fisting his big fat hairy cock. He told me that
it was time for me to do him that favour, which was to
suck his cock for him just as 'aunty' Ros, had done in
the movie. So I sat down in front of his cock and with
no further ado, I proceeded as directed to suck his
cock.
He greased up my index finger and said "when I sit back
and shift my bum to the front edge of the chair, watch
me boy like this, you have to push your finger up my
bum and gently tickle-scratch the 'egg' inside, keep
sucking my cock too just like 'aunty' Ros is in the
movie."
He sat back in the chair, which allowed me to stick my
finger up his arse, and stimulate his prostate (so Mum
told me). Almost immediately 'uncle' Joe was dumping a
gallon of thick hot and slightly bitter tasting cum
down my throat, which I though surprised by the thick
sticky stuff pouring into my mouth, greedily swallowed
down to make way for more. The whole time with 'uncle'
Joe telling saying, "Swallow all of it my boy. Oooh,
ooh, oooh yeah, that's a good little cum-drinker.
You're much better than 'aunty' Ros is."
Knowing that 'uncle' Joe was no longer mad at me and
wanting to keep it that way, I continued to suck his
cock as he said that I must, until first it went limp
and then got hard again, and then again he was dumping
another load of cum down my throat.
He told me that I had to do this every day that 'aunty'
Ros was at work from now on and that I wasn't to tell
anyone about our 'special' secret, or he would have to
tell mum what I had done. I told him that wouldn't be
necessary, as I would love to suck his wee for him
whenever he wanted. And so three times a week I would
go over to 'uncle' Joe's place and would suck his cock,
whilst 'aunty' Ros was out.
It's worth a present day mention here that, in those
early days it was quite a stretch for my young boy's
mouth, as 'uncle' Joe's lovely big fat cock is uncut,
nine inches long by two and a half inches wide, with a
big purple mushroom head. His cum though is very
bitter, however it is still delicious and a distinct
contrast to my own.
Mum, naked, sat there transfixed with a wonderfully
wicked and mischievous look on her face, as I recounted
my 'no longer secret' times with 'uncle' Joe. Mum then
asked me, "Do you like the feel of a hot hard cock in
your mouth as much as you liked eating mummy's cunt?"
I told her that I liked them equally considering how
little cunt I had tasted, however I loved eating her
cunt the best of all. With that my sexy mother
playfully grabbed my head and said "my cunt sure could
use some more 'eating'", as she pushed my head to her
giant clit and sopping wet fuck tunnel.
So there I stayed for the next two hours, licking,
sucking and eating mum's cunt exactly as she taught me
to do, as well as developing my own 'cunt-lapping'
techniques.
On the final day of my instructional introduction to
the joys of masturbation, mum baked me a cake to
celebrate not only my graduation, but also my becoming
a certified cum shooting 'family man'. I thought to
myself that this is rather an anti-climax compared to
the course to date; however Mum as usual had placed a
different spin on the celebrations.
Off came the bathrobe that she was wearing, and Mum
took the slice of cake that she had cut for herself and
proceeded to suck my cock, until I started to cum, then
she lifted the plateful of cake up to my cock telling
me to put my 'icing' on her piece of cake.
Mum then placed her piece of cake with my cum-flavoured
icing, on the floor and took my piece of cake and
proceeded to stuff it up her cunt. "Now baby," she
said, "you eat your cake from mummy's yummy cunt, and
I'll eat my piece that you've iced with your delicious
load of spunk OK! Happy graduation my gorgeous young
stud, now eat mummy's cunt!"
From that night forward Mum insisted that I must now
wank into the desert, gravy or mashed potato at dinner
each night with or instead of dad. It was a tradition
that he had begun and had continued almost every night
since they had married.
Now just try to imagine dad and me standing naked in
front of mum, who is kneeling between us alternately
wanking and sucking our cocks until we both cum onto
the ingredients of the family's evening meal. Or even
mum squatting over the ingredients, after dad had
emptied a load of spunk up her cunt or arse, drained
into our food. You can't? Well let me tell you about
the Mum, Dad and me story.
Chapter 5
Again it all started simply enough the night of my
'graduation' after mum made me hide in her closet so
that I could watch her and dad fucking. Mum told me
"watching your dad and me fucking this way to start
with baby will be fine, since your dad would do
absolutely anything prior to cumming, and would try
most things even after shooting his load. Just stay in
there until I give you the signal and then do exactly
as I showed you OK!"
Mum told that she had already accustomed dad to my
beginning tossing, by saying that she had caught me
doing it one day in the bathroom (she later told him
what really happened), and had told me that it was good
normal behaviour and had suggested that I do it at
bedtime in my room instead. Mum even said that she had
encouraged dad to spy with her on my bedtime wank
sessions. She said that she would take his cock out and
slowly wank it for him, whilst they spied on me wanking
at the same time.
Mum told me that whilst she was tossing dad as they
spied on me, she would whisper to him that he would
love me to toss his cock for him, and when I came into
a glass and then drank my cum as directed by mum to do
so, when dad then came as result of watching me, mum
would suggest that I should suck his cock and drink all
of daddy's cum down for him too. When she said this to
dad, Mum said that he would cum much more than even
when he fucked her arse.
We went through Mum's plan one last time before dad
arrived. I was to watch them fucking until mum rolled
Dad onto his back and they got into a '69er'. Then with
dad's feet facing the closet, on mum's signal I was to
come out of the closet, creep up to the foot of the
bed, and she would move her mouth off dad's thick hard
cock and I would slip between his legs and suck his
cock until he came. Mum would stay on top of dad so
that she could still have her cunt licked, and that way
dad wouldn't know that I was sucking his cock until
after he had blown his load down my throat.
Dad pulled into the drive and mum quickly ushered me
into their closet, telling me she was going to fuck Dad
the moment he walked in the door. "Stay here baby and
enjoy the show, watch how mummy and daddy fuck up a
storm... oh and don't cum until I tell you to OK baby,
I've got something special planned for your load. When
we pull this one off honey, there's nothing that we
won't be able to get Dad to do for us – especially
sexually, Now quick hide!"
No sooner had dad placed his case on the table and mum
had his cock out and was noisily sucking it to an
erection. "Jesus woman what if number one son walks
in?"
"Don't worry about him darling," mum said. "He is at a
friend's place for the night, so get your arse into the
bedroom and fuck the cunt off me – NOW!"
Mum of course was already naked, however in the blink
of an eye so was dad. "Woman I'm going to fuck your
face, your cunt and your arse before I dump this man
sized load of cock snot boiling away in my sack down
your talented throat, now get over here and start
sucking my cock!"
What a show they put on for me, dad fucked mum in every
position that I had ever seen at that stage of my
sexual awakening. It was almost too much for me to keep
from spraying my load of boy/man cum over the insides
of the closet. "Whoa girl" dad said, "if you want this
load of mine down your gullet darlin, we had better 69
it and pronto... I'm about to burst!"
Mum was sitting up facing me with her back to dad as
she rode him like a bronco-buster with his cock buried
to the hilt up her arse, the whole time making sexy
faces to me that dad couldn't see, and talking slutty-
talk whilst she flogged her huge fat clit to orgasm
after orgasm.
As dad slapped her arse to hurry the change of
position, Mum slowly leaned back and raised her hips so
that I could bathe in the vision before me as dad's
cock was slowly pulling free of mum's boiling hot and
sopping wet number two fuck tunnel, it made a loud
slurping - almost a farting sound as mum's arse
released its hold.
Mum fell forward onto her elbows and shoved her gapping
cunt back into dad's face, whilst she hungrily licked
her musky bowel nectar off dad's purple steel-like six
and a half inch long cock. At this point mum motioned
for me to come to the bed and get into the position
that we had rehearsed earlier that day. She proceeded
to ease her index finger up dad's arse, until it made
contact with his prostate and his hips bucked, driving
his cock further down mum's throat.
Now it was my turn, I first had to lube my own index
finger and bury it up dad's arse and tickle his
prostate, when mum next removed hers. Done and there
now, I'm tickling his 'egg'.
Then when Mum lifted her head slightly to lick the side
of dad's cock, as she was about to put it back into her
mouth, I was to take her place here, and begin sucking
dad's cock without missing a beat. There that's done
too, fucking hell I can taste mum's cunt and c'arse
(C'ARSE is mum's pet name for her arse and its 'juice')
on it, wow it feels so fucking good in my mouth, it's
the perfect size and I can get it all the way in.
Please dad cum quickly, please!
Mum's watching me intently and motions that Dad's ready
to cum, right on cue dad says, "Hold on baby...that's
it suck it just like that, that's it I'm fucking
cumming. Holy fuck girl that's it... vacuum it all down
into your gullet, oh fuck that's it... shit here comes
some more?"
There goes mum as dad starts to cum, she rolls off him
and sits up beside him looking into his closed eyes, as
she says, "I told you he would do it for you daddy
didn't I, number one son's drinking his sexy daddy's
delicious mega-load of cum... ummm you're my
deliciously naughty boys."
At this stage Dad's too far-gone to say or do anything,
except to tell me, "Keep on sucking daddy's cock for me
that's a good boy." There Dad and I lay on the bed,
whilst I continued to suck his cock long after it had
spent its load of snot deep into my throat, dad tousled
my hair.
Mum left us there and went to the kitchen to get dinner
ready and surprised me by walking into the bedroom
carrying a tray with the dinner ingredients arranged
upon it. As mum sat down on the bed and fondled my
cock, she said, "come on dad, it's time to share our
dinner preparation tradition with our son, now that
he's a certified cum shooting and drinking man!"
Dad sat up and with a 'why not we can't turn back now'
look mixed with pride, he proceeded to tell me to stand
by the bed and as he replaced mum's hand with his, he
began gently and languidly wanking my, his own son's
cock for me. "Move the food tray over here sexy," he
said to mum, and then he informed me of the tradition
that he and mum had started when they married.
"Jesus you've got a lovely and smooth cock on you my
boy," he said. "Every night at dinner time when I go to
shower, your mother wanks my cock into that nights
dinner ingredients. So you see that you, me and your
mum have been eating my cum since you were born. Of
course you now know that my cum tastes fucking
delicious straight out of the source, and so since you
as my son are now of cumming age, both you and me will
cum into the dinner every night henceforth."
"Though tonight my boy it's your show because tonight,
only you will spray your cock snot over our dinner. Now
spread your legs a bit wider and let me stick my finger
up your arse to tickle your 'egg' and I'll proudly wank
you to orgasm into our dinner, come on matey cum for
daddy, don't you just love daddy finger-fucking your
arse, whilst I wank your big man's cock, cum that's my
boy. Get over here woman and let our boy suck your cunt
clean, while I milk his bat."
The way that it felt as dad wanked me, as I sucked
Mum's cunt in front of him and the 'dinner-tradition'
revelation, soon had my sphincter violently clamping
down hard on dad's thick finger, and another mega-load
of cock cream erupting from of my cock.
"Holy fucking hell woman will you look at those ropes
of cock snot our boy is hosing into our dinner, hey
buddy I want that finger back you know", dad bellowed.
Then he nimbly spun me around to face him, whilst
keeping his finger buried up my dot and said, "Yep,
that's enough for the pot I think boyo, you can finish
this one in daddy's mouth. Jesus fucking Christ woman
our boy's spunk tastes like cinnamon flavoured peanut
brittle, it's delicious."
With that I collapsed onto dad's shoulders as he
drained the last of my man seed from my cock.
To be continued?
That's all for this time, please email comments on this
to [[email protected]] and let me know if you'd
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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