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CHAPTER 1
I am Mary Lawson, thirty-nine, married to David for almost twenty years now, mother to Rick who had just turned nineteen. I don’t know what to say, as I’m very confused. After almost two decades of a happy and blissful marriage, I suddenly realized that I had fallen in love again, and that to a man much younger to me. Further, to make the matter worse, the man of my romantic dreams is none other than my own teenage son.
My feeling towards my son, Rick, had nothing to do with a motherly love; a mother has for her son. In contrast, I desperately want him between my thighs, thrusting his rigid love tool deep into my willing receptacle, driving my wild with joy and ecstasy. I badly want to feel his naked body lying next to me, his hands caressing my slightly plump body, his fingers pinching my pendulous tits and exploring the puffy lips of my hairy sex.
At times I feel troubled, because even after my best efforts, I’m not able to get rid of my incestuous feelings towards my son. When it started, I was shocked, and I was in continuous state of self-bashing. I spent numerous nights crying with disgust, cursing myself for my perverted thoughts. I prayed to God to help my. Time and again, I resolved to overcome my depraved emotions.
However, I know that I’m fighting a losing battle. My incestuous thoughts remained very potent and after every brief stint of remorseful abstinence, the fantasies came back more strongly, overwhelming even my toughest resolve.
I’m aware of the risks; my actions could bring on my family, and in particular to myself. I know very well what could happen if my husband came to know about my feelings. My married life would be ruined permanently, and I might become a pariah for rest of my life.
Yet, I’m not able to do away with my incestuous thoughts. Probably, I enjoy dreaming about my son, and I think that I’m slowly getting accustomed to live with my thoughts. The sense of shame and guilt is slowly receding and I must admit that I’m more than wiling to succumb to the forbidden temptation. I’ve given up my resistance, and now I enjoy my lewd thoughts about my own son.
Now, I regularly fantasize about Rick while masturbating. I think of Rick plowing his tool deep into my pussy, causing my body to writhe with delight. I dream of Rick’s slick tongue slurping my cunt; his lips nibbling my clit, his hot breath burning my pussy lips. It simply drives my head to spin with joy. No surprise that I draw immense pleasure out of it; I relish the terrific orgasms, every time it induces into my body.
Although, I’ve let my incestuous emotions overwhelmed me, yet at times I get very confused. My transformation from a simple stay at home mom to a horny slut didn’t happen in just one day. Just six months back, I was a dedicated housewife to my husband David and a loving mother to my only son. My marriage had already entered into its twentieth year, and most of the time my relationship with my husband was excellent. David was a good husband; a good father and he did everything to make us happy. Perhaps, I think, he overdid it.
I was only nineteen, when I got married to David. David’s parents were old friend of my father, and David and I knew each other from the very childhood. When I was into my teens, David family moved into my neighborhood; and our families met again after a very long gap.
I was a wild young teenager. I must admit humbly that I was one of the most sought after girl in the class. I had a steady boyfriend who had just introduced me to the joy of carnal pleasure. I had immensely enjoyed the feel of a cock inside my pussy, a solid rigid love tool, sloshing through my wet opening.
During my first encounter, my boyfriend, who was also experiencing the sex for the first time, was so excited by my naked charm that he ejaculated while he was trying to enter my twat. That was the first time, when I saw a rigid male organ, naked and throbbing, spewing drop after drop of hot seed onto my soft bush and belly.
I was little disappointed by his failure; still I loved the experience and was eager to explore the boundless horizons of sexual pleasure. I enjoyed the feel of hot sticky cum meshing into my black bush. We fucked again on a number of occasions. Somehow I got a feeling that my boyfriend was not very good in bed; he left me disappointed every time. I was looking forward for more fulfilling sex and I was ready to dump him. That was the time, when David’s family moved into our neighborhood.
The very first day when I met David, I knew that I would not be screwing my boyfriend anymore. All of a sudden, the man of my dreams was changed, and soon I realized that I was in love with David.
I thing, David was also bowled over by my innocent charm as within a week after our first meeting, he asked me for a date. I was simply dying to hear from him. I readily agreed and our affair blossomed. We dated for a while before we started having sex.
David was a terrific lover and I enjoyed his animal energy. I reveled in the feel of the rhythmic plundering of his massive cock into my slick tight cunt. David has a huge cock, matching perfectly to his well built six two frame. Even though my cherry was already popped, I cried with pain as his cock first entered my dripping pussy. However, the pain was soon replaced by a deep sense of exhilaration, and I went on enjoying my first true fuck tremendously.
By the time, he released his load into my pussy; I knew in my heart that I was addicted to the newfound pleasure, I was addicted to feeling a solid massive cock ramming into my pussy.
David was five year senior to me, and was about to complete his graduation in economics. When he completed his graduation, we wasted no time and immediately got married.
We had planned our honeymoon in a small little hilly town in Alps. Later we recalled it jokingly that it was not needed at all, as we remained locked inside our hotel room through out our stay, and did nothing else than fucking our brains out. We seldom moved out of our hotel and didn’t visit any place at all. As a result, when I returned home, I was already pregnant with Rick.
Next two years, while I gave birth to Rick and looked after him; David completed his postgraduate in management. He immediately got a good job and the starting salary was excellent. We were looking into a great future. From a small suburban town, David and I moved to a big metropolitan city.
I should say that I had an excellent marital life, with lots of love and plenty of sex. Both of us always enjoyed sex and never missed any single opportunity to jump into each other pants. David was very efficient in bed, and with his brutal strength, he always did his best to keep my perennially horny pussy in satiated condition.
Our sexual life had a lot of petting, caressing, copulations but it lacked on innovation. David had a fixed idea about sex, for him the sex was restricted to filling his massive organ into my cunt, and pumping it savagely and shooting his load deep into it, and no doubt he was extremely good at it. However, he was not open to any kind of oral simulation or any other such experimentation. Consequently, he never let me suck his cock, and he himself never went down on my; he never tongued my pussy.
I was more liberal in my thoughts. On isolated occasions when I got a chance to watch a porn movie with David, I was tempted to explore some of the techniques shown in those movies. However, David had a different opinion, it was not for the decent people to indulge in such activities, only whores would do things like that. I had to control my emotions, and I never asked him what I wanted.
Both, David and I were from religious and orthodox families, and such things were unheard in our families. I had never discussed sex with my parents. I never knew whether my parent actually had sex to produce my siblings and I. However, I had a wild curiosity and was always tempted to do little nasty things.
I don’t want to say that my sex life was unsatisfactory, at least till last few years. Our initial ten years or so were really excellent. David enjoyed fucking me, always eager to ram his massive organ deep into my welcoming cunt, pump it with his brutal strength and to make me cry with rapture. He rarely gave me a reason to complain.
Together with our life, David’s career also blossomed. He changed a number of jobs and finally, joined a company at the level of general manager.
One day David announced that he was quitting his job and setting up his own industry. He got loan from the bank, and started his own little venture. He had the knowledge and good contacts at right places because of his earlier jobs. As a result, his venture flourished and soon, he became a successful businessman. We purchased a new apartment; a big eight-floor apartment situated in a tall building overlooking the sea. We shifted to our new accommodation. I could now sit in my balcony in the evenings, feeling the gentle breezes from the sea. I could now jog at the seaside in the mornings, a dream that was so cherished by me for so many years.
Success always comes with a price and ours too had its price. The first casualty was our sex life. David became more and more busy, sometimes working fourteen to sixteen hours a day. He became obsessed with success and that made him completely oblivious of his wife and his growing son, who was now in his puberty.
The frequency of our sexual encounter reduced drastically. Almost everyday David would return very late at nights from his factory, exhausted and dead tired. After dinner he would immediately go to sleep, sometimes even without talking with me.
Initially, I was sympathetic to him. I could appreciate his busy schedule and felt that after all he was doing it for us. His business was new and it certainly required time and utmost dedication from him. I tried to keep myself busy with my son, who was fast growing into handsome teenager. I looked after his studies, and his other requirements that a teenager needed from his family.
However, I was missing the sex and I didn’t like it. From the very first day, when I lost my maidenhood, I had adored sex. Soon, I started feeling the pinch of it. My sex-starved body started showing the signs of it. I became more and more frustrated, and that resulted in numerous heated arguments with David. Most of the time, he was empathic and we reconciled, but his priorities had changed and after some day of restraint, he would again go back to his old ways.
I was also not happy that David had stopped exercising and as a result he was bulging on all sides. I had reminded him many times, more especially during our occasional lovemaking. But, he didn’t have time for anything other than his schedules and targets.
Finally, I realized the futility of our altercations and resigned to my fate. I still loved David and I cared for him. I was entering into my thirty-ninth year. I diverted my attention to my son, who had turned into a fine looking young man, a complete replica of the man whom I had loved twenty years ago. He was a regular participant in sports activity and he had developed a passion for bodybuilding.
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