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 A story by Lolileah which, though it involves "minors", is for ADULTS ONLY
(MF, rape, inc, oral, anal, preg, 1st)

   For all of you guys that think your virginity is not worth much because
there is no evidence that you were one, let me reassure you that we girls
remember.  Sometimes it gives us something to think about in the tub when
having a bit of personal time.

   This is a story about a memorable guy in my life who I love very dearly
and his first (and subsequent) times inside me.  It is the story of my
then-12-year-old son who, no doubt, was not expecting his own mother to
force herself upon him.

   Some people say that pedophilia is genetic.  It has about the same
distribution as homosexuality and that is genetic, right?  Of course having
sex with a 12-year-old does not strictly fit the definition of pedophilia
anyway so either way I am good.  Pubescent boys do not count as pedophilic
targets.

   Now it can be hard for a single mother in the dating game.  Many men do
not want women who have children.  If there is going to be a child
involved, they would prefer it be one they place in the uterus of the woman
they love and not one which is considerably older.  As such, I had been on
a few dates but men were generally turned off by the whole kid thing.  It
is pretty hard to turn down free meals though.

   Because of this, I decided my son would have to pay for my lackluster
romance scene.  If he was going to keep ruining my chances (MILF status or
not), it was time for him to make up for it.  I thought of what I was
planning in the shower before I carried it out and it did lead to some
pretty amazing orgasms.  Judge me if you want.

   Now this had certainly not come out of nowhere although you might think
that it did.  Recently I had taken to wearing looser tops and yoga pants a
lot more when at home.  I did not wear bras for the very same reason.  I
was not in public so why should I have to endure for the sake of propriety?
A woman can do what she pleases in her own house and I suppose I extended
that to my child.  It was a different time back then, not like it was so
long ago.

   To be fair, I was sort of baiting my son, Oedipus-baiting I guess you
could say.  I already knew he had had wet dreams before as he had come to
me wondering about all that cum in his pajamas.  He must think about sex.
Frankly, and judge me if you want, I had fantasies that he would be the bad
guy and come to his senses, shove me up against the wall and rape me.  Yes,
I may be one of those 50 Shades kind of girls.  Sure, I could have been a
good mommy and pretended not to want it.  But I would have.  Even if he did
not understand why I was so hot and gushy down there, I would have been.

   I toweled off but it did nothing for the dampness between my legs.  When
a woman is sexually aroused, only one thing can scratch that itch and I had
scratched plenty in the shower.  Yeah, I could have used a dildo but as
realistic as the ones I had were, there was no substitute for the real
thing.  You understand, no doubt.  With no men lining up to fill that void,
there was no choice but to rape my little boy, make him into a man.

   Standing in the doorway to his room, I suppose that was the
point-of-no-return.  I thought of not going through with it but a pussy
wants what a pussy wants and this pussy wanted some D from the closest
person who could give it.  He would not be my sweet, innocent boy for much
longer.  I listened to his soft breathing, the way I had listened to it
when he was still a baby.  It brings comfort to mothers to know their
children are still among the living.  I could never imagine a world where
my son was not in it.

   I had foregone putting clothes on that I would have to take off.  I had
just showered; I was clean.  Clothes just seemed wasteful.  Put them on,
take them off.  So time-consuming.  Besides, I had no secrets from my
little boy.  He would see me naked soon enough.  I flipped on the light.

   My little man, maybe I could make that his nickname, sleepily rubbed his
eyes.  By then I was already beside his bed, taking off his pajama pants. I
put a finger to his lips as his naked mother came into focus.

   "Shh, no making a fuss.  No yelling, no resisting.  Mommy wants one
thing and you will give it to me.  Resistance would be useless.  You might
not like it at first but you will.  You will.  A mother should teach her
son about such things.  Mommy loves you."

   His eyes got really big.  I suppose what I -(TM)d just told him had its
part.  Boys are more often rapists than rape victims.  I would wager that
his naked mother had an effect too.  It was a pity other men had given up
on me.  My body was pretty nice.  My tits were natural C-cups that seemed
no more saggy than when I was a teenager.  Guys, when I had been in bed
with them, had complimented my ass on more than one occasion.  It was truly
their loss.  I belonged to my son and he belonged to me.  They had their
chance.

   "Will you be a good boy and not scream if I take my hand away?" Jake, my
son, nodded.

   I pulled my hand away from his lips and bent down to his exposed cock.
It had not grown rigid enough to penetrate me.  It was halfway there
however.  I had not completely failed to get a rise out of him.  I sucked
him until he was ready to be inside me and then let off.  He still seemed a
bit confused by the whole proceedings.  I tried to smile at him
reassuringly but no doubt I came across more like the Cheshire Cat in Alice
in Wonderland.  Just a bit creepy.

   I aligned his prick with my tight cunt and buried it fully inside me.  I
took great pleasure in him sucking his breath in through his teeth. 
Really, this is the reason some people claim that a female raping a male is
impossible.  Girls like sex too but they are sometimes more complicated;
men are not.  You might think me biased because Jake is my son but his
prick really was perfect.  Perfect length (it kissed my cervix sweetly),
right girth (Goldilocks) and the third was the most important: it was
inside me.

   He was only 12 and a virgin.  Was being the operative word.  You cannot
blame him for not lasting too long in his first ever pussy.  I felt the
force of his hot mess hitting my cervix.  They say you cannot feel things
that deep and that most of the nerves are in the shallow reaches of the
vagina.  I call bullshit.  I felt it all: his cock getting bigger, the
twitching, the spurting, the heat.  I did not take the pill since I
preferred condoms.  They were less messy for me but I had just let my son
cum inside me unprotected.  Boys and moms = babies?  Surely not.

   I collapsed against him as I came all over his prick, my bountiful
breasts pressed up against his and my lips against his as well.  I had just
statutory raped my son, my dear precious boy, and frankly I was hooked.  As
soon as he could get it back up again, I would ride him.  I would probably
ride him all night since it was a weekend.  He was still pretty out of it
though.  It would be worth the wait for both of us.

   "Mommy, you should not have just done that, should you?  Not complaining
but it felt like maybe you had crossed the line of propriety."

   "Son, society usually does not like incest and sex with people under 18.
Sometimes that feels the best though.  What they do not know cannot hurt
them or hurt us.  Shh, I can feel you getting ready again.  What they do
not know --it will be our little secret so no telling anybody."

   "Cross my heart.  If nobody else wants you --"

   "Pretty harsh words, son.  Be careful."

   "You know I did not mean it as an insult and you did not let me finish.
If nobody else wants you and you had to resort to having sex with me, it is
probably unworthy of me to think the last choice is worthy of you.  I love
you though mom and not just because of what we just did.  I find it hard to
think of a girl more beautiful than you.  Will you marry me?"

   It was a great speech, no doubt.  I had not heard much of it,
consciously, as he was ready and so was I so I had begun riding him again.
I heard his proposal, indecent and unorthodox as it may have been and I
said the only words going through my mind at that moment: "yes, yes, yes!"

   I was not finished with him yet, not by a long shot.  A man should know
what pussy tastes like and soon I found myself riding his face.  His
attempts to speak came out muffled and his protests only added to my
pleasure.  His tongue was shy but not so shy he deserved to be disciplined.
Perhaps it was because he wanted some more air but his licking went from
benign to bold and I found myself on Cloud 9 before I landed on his chest,
bosom heaving.

   When I returned to Earth, I told him he did a good job and mommy was
satisfied.  Despite what I had just done to him, he should not think mommy
loved him less.  On the contrary, I used him because of it.  With those
words, I got up and left.

   With my first taste of incest and underage cock such an enjoyable
experience for me, taking advantage of my son became a more common thing.
It wasn -(TM)t nightly; it was more like every few days, but that was good
enough for me.  I now understood that rush men have with underage girls and
why they were willing to risk it.  They probably shouldn -(TM)t post
pictures and video about their encounters online though.

   It may not have been that first night that I had carnal relations with
my dear, sweet human dildo but the way I used him, no birth control, it was
inevitable I should find out that babies are possible through incest. 
Should have known given the bloodline of the royal family of England or
that genetically, 80% of marriages are cousins or even closer genetically.
That is what I heard anyway.  Whatever, I was still pregnant.

   Jake, as the father, deserved to know.  I had used him and that had
consequences.  I did not regret it, not any of it.  Not the rape, not even
the pregnancy.  Maybe it was payback for being such a horny slut.  He took
it well, better than expected.

   "I said this before but it was during sex and you would have said yes to
anything.  You told me when a girl gets pregnant, the father should make
her an honest woman by marrying her so her children will not be bastards.
Mother, I loved you that first night despite it being sort of a one-sided
relationship in your favor.  I proposed to you then but it may have been
because you had just stolen my virginity.  Know that this then is not
because of your pregnancy but because I mean it from the bottom of my
heart. Heidi Jane Blumenthal, will you marry me?"

   "Of course I will marry you.  This was all my fault.  I used your for my
own selfish pleasure.  Marriage and your child should be my penance."

   He knelt and placed the ring I had not worn since his father left on my
finger.  He could not yet fit into the ring from his father that he had
given back to me when he left but that would probably have caused questions
anyway.  I was okay with it.  Our roles had reversed.  He went from being
mine to me being his in but mere moments.

   We got married in a secret ceremony shortly after while I could still
fit in my wedding dress.  They are pretty expensive for a dress you hope
only to wear once, unlike the cocktail dresses that fill a closet that are
cheaper and sluttier but may also be worn just once.

   I will never forget our wedding night where I gave him my virginity like
a good girl should or so I was taught.  No, my hymen was too far gone for
him to pop my real cherry but I had never done anal before.  I wouldn
-(TM)t recommend anal with not much lube become a staple in the bedroom,
ladies, but I enjoyed the discomfort and occasional pain since I felt like
I deserved it.  That is how I got his affectionate nickname for me and I
wondered where he had picked it up (Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas).  He
called me Sucia which is Spanish for a dirty girl, slut, whore and there
was no easier way to get me off than when he would whisper it in my ear.  I
had been a sucia from that very first night raping his 12-year-old body.

   Fast forward a few years and again I find myself naked, looking into the
room of our 12-year-old daughter.  My son had fulfilled my fantasies a few
times by raping me, quote-unquote.  He was my husband now so it was far
from it.  My not-so-little boy was standing beside the bed of our little
girl, I was to man the camera and record tonight for posterity.  I heard
similar words to the ones I had uttered almost 13 years ago now and it
brought back pleasant memories.  He said to our daughter, Alice, these
words:
"Shh, no making a fuss.  No yelling, no resisting.  Daddy wants one
thing and you will give it to me.  Resistance would be useless.  You might
not like it at first but you will.  You will.  Daddies have taught their
little girls about it for centuries so just relax.  Daddy loves you and

that is why I do this."
   I could not help smiling at the irony.