Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2012 21:53:48 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Cob 'n Pen #25'(bi inc BF cons)[25!28]

'Cob 'n Pen #25'(bi inc BF cons)[25!28]

This is a work of slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted without
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pastiche of original material as well as revised versions of a number of
story fragments borrowed liberally from elsewhere. All of the characters in
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Cob `n Pen #25

Summary: A brother and sister, Jacob (Cobby) and Penelope (Penny), recall
their first times in the 1930's by a patchwork of letters to a kind doctor
who helped them out of a jam.

Vignettes in this episode: Cobby With Mom, second part: Soft Boiled Eggs;
Golden Semen; Conception

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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Re:  Shotgun shack,  Pike Lake Crossroads,  Saturday morning June 6, 1936

[Part B;  Part A in Episode #24]

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SOFT  BOILED  EGGS

On that early June summery morning, I stumbled all bare out of our cramped
bathroom into the narrow hall, having taken the most amazing, freeing,
blue-zingering piss of my life.

Talk about having my tubes blown out!  Any by my own mother!  My mom had
just given me the world's most perfect blow job [Part A; Episode #24].  So
I learned that women also liked to swallow cum, not only men and boys! And
I had sucked at her breast and made her climax. My mom had simply asked for
a rubdown the night before by the light of the full moon, and then a
morning embrace when I was still half asleep, and soon we were all
uncovered on the couch having brought each other off.  Mother and son...
Too much!  I could not get my mind around it; I was overwhelmed and afraid.

I was with my mom Magdalena on the rebound from unexpectedly losing my true
red-hot, my 13 year old sister Penelope [Episodes #10, #11, #13, #14,
#15]. My sister and I had athletically shared our bodies since she was 11
and I then 13, whew! [Episodes #17, #18, #19, #20, #21, #22] But now Penny
had gone away and left me. Her monthly periods had begun, she was fertile,
hence in our Cainan Faith Community it was time for her to lie with a
senior family member to become pregnant and bear their first child. Why did
Penny have to lie with our dad Jesse?  Why not with me?  Damn!  So somehow
I found I was with my mom.

I headed into the tiny shabby parlor. Dust motes spun in the rays of
morning light. Like any teen kid I flopped down onto the old Schwann family
crazy-quilt draped over the worn out down sofa – next to my mom. Except
I was naked as the day I was born, and she was too. I was a long and skinny
lad, just 15; lean and tough from the Camp Cainan Stone Crew work [Episode
#8], and gymnastics at the Old Drill Hall [Episode #12]. Mom was a short,
round gorgeous woman, 41 or so, looking young and vibrant. We were both
completely nude, still sweaty and spent from having spewed pussy juice and
semen every which way the hour before. That familiar charge between us was
there, sparking slowly in my groin, drawing me to her. I felt the flesh of
her great breasts against my thin chest, her leg heavy over my stringy one,
our breathing close and quiet, yet neither of us pulled away. I just wanted
this rare intimacy to continue. Nervous, butterflies flooded my stomach; it
was like being with a panther or mountain lion all unpredictable and
predatory amidst the peeling paint and cracked plaster in our decrepit
bungalow.

There on the coffee table mom had set a pitcher of milk and soft boiled
eggs along with thick cut toast slathered with butter and sweet cherry
preserves. She fed them to me, wiping the spills off my chest with her
finger. The yellow half cooked yolk and gelatinous egg white slid slimy
down our throats.

 "Yummy, like your golden sperm," mom said with a wide grin, licking her
lips.  "And you are eager as ever, Jacob," she smiled down at my empty
plate.

I blushed as red as a beet, shaking my ridiculous crimson hair. She gave
such a sparkling laugh, so expressive of her up and racing times, and in
such contrast to her more frequent down and dark times. My lovely mom lay
very close to me on the sofa, her hand stroking my freckled sunburned
shoulders. The touch sent shivers down my spine, awakening every nerve
ending in my body.

After a few moments, "This may be the time to taste my juices....  What is
it Jacob?  You want this don't you?"

"Oh Great Cainan, I just can't believe that a woman like you wants a kid
like me."

"You can't?  `Supple and bendy, all lively and quick'," my mom recited. "
`Slender and narrow they are, full of unexpected quivers, jolts and
shocks'." My mom went on in her reverie about the sensual joys of lying
with young boys.  "A while ago I just let you cum in my mouth!  Sweet!  The
best a boy has and never will have again, when he's older. Okay, look at
me.  Watch as I put my fingers in here, in my vagina."

Oh boy, what was she doing?

"Open your mouth Jacob.  It's the taste of my desire for you."  She lifted
her slimy fingertip to my lips.  "Suck, suck hard baby."

She really was a goddess.  She even tasted divine.  And she oozed
sexuality, it was all around her.  And she wanted me!  Mom cupped her hand
upon my slim round bottom and fingered me there until I instinctively moved
over closer and closer and on top of her. I was way taller than her and
strong but slight, while she was a good-looking woman barely out of her
30's, smaller and plump. It got us giggling; I, the eager scrawny pup-dog,
bounding onto my big bouncy inner-tube of a mom. Then it was my tight belly
feeling her scratchy pubic hair as she had me inch higher towards her great
breasts.

"Come sweetheart."

She squeezed my ass and my lips met hers. I froze in fear, but the glance
of her smoldering eyes spurred me like a lash and I hopped to it. Starting
at the top, I kissed my way down my voluptuous mom. I kissed her ears and
eyelids. Her breasts looked to be swollen and her nipples stuck out like
pebbles. I spent time there and we both got a lot of enjoyment from it.

"Ah, you remember?  Still my little child, aren't you!" [Episode #2]

Mom was aroused, and by the time I closed in on her middle parts, she was
lying flat on her back on the quilt with both her arms and legs flung wide
apart and she was bright blotchy red in color. I was leaning above her,
looking at her ample thighs spread apart, and her vagina from which I was
born 15 years before.

"Put your hands on me, Jacob."

Mom grabbed my arm and guided it down to her sex. She called the furry
labia her `little foxes', whose hair bristled when my hand reached out for
them.

My mother sang to me from the Canticles of Cainan, 2: 14-15, "Let us catch
the foxes, the little foxes, that run in the vineyards, our vineyards that
are in bloom; hiding in the holes on the mountainside, in the secret places
of the cliffs, in the clefts of the rock."

She showed me how to run my fingers up and down between the great lips of
her vagina. She jumped when one of my fingers reached her nubbin. I took
notice of this and started to rub firmly up at the top on the stiff
clitoris there, the size of a small boy's and as tough as a thumb. The
harder I rubbed the more she seemed to like it and she was moaning and
crying out quite loudly as we went on. Her whole pussy area seemed to be
soaking wet. She breathed in desperate gasps and her pelvis was thrusting
up and down, as if we were already making love.

I slipped a finger in amongst mom's thick black curly pubic hair and
discovered the large opening at the bottom of her cunt. She seemed very
pleased when I instinctively probed inside the hot, wet, hungry hollow of
her vagina. She arched her head back and turned her face to meet mine as I
put another finger into her slippery channel. I found plenty of room
inside. I finally had four fingers thrusting in and out of her and she lay
there with her legs flung wide apart, completely open and seemingly mine to
do with as I pleased. The sucking sounds my fingers made as they probed and
slipped around were much the same as when my sister Penny and I went at it
again and again with all our jism and juice.

I caught my breath as she spread her legs further. The musky aroma which
wafted up from her was intoxicating. Aroused by all this, I gradually
shifted about, licking my lips and swallowing hard in anticipation. I bent
my face down between her thighs and inhaled deeply. I could smell her
strong womanly scent. I could not speak, but my mind was racing. Drugged by
the seashell smells, the sandalwood scents, and following her eyes'
command, I slipped to my knees, squatting by her like a naked baffled
child. All unbelieving, I separated her slit with my fingers and just
stared at it in awe. The lips were rosy and inflamed, glistening with her
sap. I parted those lips with one hand and set the other at the top of her
vulva for my thumb to play with her clitoris. My face was very close to her
incredible sex, as though it were a caldron bubbling up pungent morsels. My
eyes asked, what do I have to do?

"I feel your warm breath against me, against mommy's pussy," she
whispered. "It's okay to do whatever you want."

There was that familiar earth smell, deep, funky, a bit moldy, like when
pulling the leaves from beneath the rhododendrons in the spring. The saliva
ran in my mouth. I used two fingers to splay her apart, and I went further
inside. I wanted to taste my mother; I had to savor her flowing nectar. I
had mouthed my older friend Steven, and my buddy Mickey of course, and I
had tongued my little sister Penny's child-like opening, so pink and
precise. But this! This was my mother.

"Come on, touch it.  It won't bite you.  Are you nervous, Jacob?"

"Uh..., no," I lied; I was scared shitless.

"Kiss me, baby!"

So now!  Like jumping off the waterfall rock into the deepest part of the
swimming hole, I buried my head there, putting my open mouth about her vast
sex. I placed my own lips right over my mother's vaginal lips. When my
tongue made first contact with the wet, newly exposed flesh, running upward
along her slit, she shook on the sofa cushions.

"Oh Great Mother!  You're licking me!" she cried out with a sharp intake of
breath.

I jerked my head upward, unsure if my mother was chastising me.

"Oh please!  Don't stop!" she pleaded. "I've passed the point of caring...
Oh, yes-s-s!"

I feared falling in and never surfacing, yet even so little by little I
pushed my tongue inside her, tasting the sour flavor and feeling the
texture, licking all the way with an up and down motion. Her thighs
quivered as she purred.

"Lick mommy, baby," she cried. "My good boy; I'm in heaven."

She grabbed curls of my springy red hair and shoved my face onto her,
threatening to drown me in her soft tissues. I thrust my tongue inside, and
rubbed her nubbin with two fingers. That spot gave her extra pleasure.

"Yes!" my mom squealed.  "I'll never forget this...!  Yes, yes, yes, lick
me, sweetie."

I was lost in a viscous vortex of fluids and flesh, I struggled for air. I
was tickled in the nose by her pubic hair, the fox's brush, the strands
losing themselves inside my mouth, where I found one later between my
teeth, shiny and black. Mom's cries of pure pleasure echoed about our
forlorn little shack as I moved back and forth between her big clitoris and
the very moist crack. My hands, grown strong from rope climbing, wrapped
around her ass cheeks pulling her to me. Her trembling body seemed to
collapse under the assault of my tongue. Mom seemed ready to explode.

"Oh, please...  Stop...  No...  Don't...  Ah-h-h," she moaned.

My mom's hands grasped the sofa cushions and with a sudden cry her whole
body shuddered.

"Ohhh yesss...!  I'm cumming..., ohhh baby...!"

Her hands fumbled at my head, as she tried to stop me now, but I did not
stop. I took her clitoris between my lips and sucked on the firm rounded
crown. That did it. She lifted herself clear of the couch pushing her cunt
hard against my mouth where I could feel my lips being flattened. She began
to shake and jerk violently, crying out loudly as she did so. I felt a
spurt of hot almost tasteless fluid jet from her pussy into my mouth as she
ejaculated a bit like a man.

She wailed a long, whimpering, "...C-o-b-b-y...!"

I did not pull away. Unable to breathe, I sucked hard and licked furiously
while playing with her clitoris, flicking my tongue from side to side.

"Oh-h-h...  I'm on the brink of another one!  No!"

It only took a few more licks to make her cum again, not as strong and
shorter. She straightened her legs in the air as several tiny detonations
seem to go off in her body. I kept on licking, tasting her now sweet flavor
while rolling her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger.

"I can't believe it.  Wh-ee-ee!" she cried.  She grabbed my head and pulled
me up from her lap to lick the slobber from my face.  "What you sent
through my body was wonderful!  Here you are, a sweet, strapping boy,
looking down into my eyes.  My own son!  That makes it even more special.
Look at your beautiful face and belly.  Look at that chest, look at those
arms.  Look at you my good boy!  I love my son so much.  Now I want more!"

***
GOLDEN  SEMEN

"We've a bond as mother and son that can never be broken," she told me in
an intimate tone.  "But I want it to be more than that, I need you to do
something for me."

I wiped the back of my hand over my mouth as I nodded my head hesitantly,
as though I understood, "...Yes...?"

Her gaze was so intense, my mouth dry now, my heart about to jump out of my
chest.  Huffing like a lioness at the kill, my mother's eyes flashed and
she commanded my attention.

"Ah Jacob, I am Danae, guarding a deposit of the seed of Zeus that falls in
a golden rain."  She spoke the gibberish of a 'Mother of the Earth'.  "To
transmute ourselves into masters of human wisdom, we must be reduced to the
golden sperm from which we were formed.  Some say this is the inner christ,
the inner teacher, the inner grail, the golden child of sexual alchemy.
Listen Jacob!  I am our family's hourglass; a receiving receptacle that
gives.  The potent sands of time, the transformative agents – the golden
sperms – come into me from all our forebears, and flow out of me as all
our progeny.  When I turned 12, as a mother-to-be I sought out my 14 year
old brother's golden sperm.  Handsome Josiah had received it from our
father and mother, and before that back beyond recorded time.  It was
plentiful, and he offered it up inside me often.  Poor Josiah died at the
Hanging Tree with the birth of our son Jesse, your own father, now destined
to sow a daughter on your sister Penelope.  And in turn I, the familial
hourglass, seek new golden sperm from the next in line!"

My mother paused, panting, her eyes fixed on me.

"My life love-fires burn low, Jacob, I might not draw off any more to make
a new son.  Yet....  Yet with another boy though!  A boy whose flames burn
hot and high....  And the golden sperm has devolved to you, young Jacob.
It is to be drawn from you and secreted in me, deposited in me your mother,
your lover, your family hourglass, to bring forth in turn the child who
will sow the next generation of seed, the golden sperm.  So I must have it,
my coppery-golden boy!  Come bed me now.  I will give you pleasure such as
you have never known, and with your life-fire I will make a prince!"

We'd been entwined on the sofa in our excess and exhaustion for more than a
few minutes. I was paralyzed by panic. Flashes of sudden fear shot through
me once more. Fear of incest. Fear of the taboos against a boy and his
mother playing these games. Fear of the Cainan Community curse of
consanguinity. Fear of death on the Hanging Tree at the hands of the Black
Coat incest vigilantes [Episodes #4, #23]. Yet, out of my stupor, I was
being called to service. My mom seemed to signal me, and I knew to bend my
wiry leg over her ample naked thigh. The feel of her crinkly pubic hair
against the skin of my knobby knee brought back after-bath memories of many
years before. How frightened I was then as a boy of 8 or 9, by what I saw
between her legs [Episode #2]. To me, it had looked like a huge, wet,
hungry mouth. I was scared by the enticing slit, the rigid lips and the
liquid that came like saliva. I imagined that hunger of women as
tremendous, ravenous, and insatiable. I felt that I could never satisfy
it. Yet here we were, my mom and I, in our rundown shack at the Pike Lake
crossroads on a June morning....

"I need golden sperm. Can you be that for me?  This is mating I'm talking
about, Jacob.  When we do this, I am not your mother.  I am a woman, a
woman who needs a boy who is a man!"

"Oh mom!  I'm your son," I cringed.  "Naturally I-I-I want it, ...but I'm
afraid.  So afraid!"

My mind told me I was damned. Yet surely a mother always wanted what was
best for her son, did she not?  So....  A new pride allowed me to extend my
arms and legs, exposing my new man's body as though on display, offering up
my loins. I opened my being toward her, stretched toward her, wordlessly
declaring my new resolve and new readiness to please her.  But....  Mom
found my floppy cock completely flaccid, a little limp lad. She could have
tied a knot in it. My fear of incest had made me saggy and soft.

My mother peeked wistfully at me, "Jacob, make love to me now!"

"I can't, mom," I protested.

Mom whimpered sadly through her tears, "Oh no, Jacob.  It's been such a
long time.  I want you so bad.  Wake your little friend up!"

I was not certain what I could do, for my dangling 15 year old penis was as
squashy and droopy as a dandelion stalk out of water.  My tool was
uncharacteristically deflated. I was soft. Here was the moment when I most
desired my mom, yet my power failed me. I was conflicted and deeply
humiliated.

"Baby, stay with me," mom said in some disappointment.

We just held each other tightly. She lay waiting for me, smiling and moist,
with me all sagging, but she never let me loose.

"There's plenty of time," mom said tenderly. She cupped it and pet it like
a spongy baby bird in a nest, "Don't pull away.  It's cute."

She held me, her warmth passed into me. My desire did not return, but it
was sweet to feel her. Our bare bodies lay together, her wide smiling
mouth, her long dark hair, her lovely rich glowing skin, her great breasts
pointed against my boney chest, her full dark belly against my scrawny pale
one, my spirals of red pubic hair brushing against her smoothness. She sat
up to look at me, then leaned over to slurp the wisp of my little cob into
her mouth like a wet noodle. She licked it softly, tenderly, lingering over
the top of it.  It stirred.  With one hand she touched my cobble-stone
balls, with the other she moved the now modest head of my penis, enclosing
it in the loose foreskin and tugging gently. Then lying down and pulling me
more or less on top of her, she took it and directed it between her
legs. She rubbed my flabby penis gently against her clitoris, over and over
again. I watched her hand, thinking how tender it looked, holding my wilted
rod there like it were a flower. It stirred, but did not harden enough to
enter her.

I could see the opening of her pussy-pen, the moisture of her readiness
glistening. She continued to rub. My boy-cob and her mother-pen, these two
playfellows, equally unique, were in this rubbing motion; my small penis
feeling the touch of her ample skin, her warm flesh enjoying the
friction. She leaned up to me. Without interrupting the rubbing of my
penis, she took my long, narrow tongue into her mouth, sucking, until I
extended it deep into her, and she touched the tip of it with her own
tongue. Each time the penis touched the clitoris, her tongue touched the
tip of my tongue held stiff in her mouth. And I felt the warmth running
between my tongue and my penis, running back and forth.  My mother kept her
mouth open, two stubby fingers around my penis, her legs parted,
expectant. I felt a turmoil, the blood running through my body and down to
my penis. It stretched out and seemed to harden just a bit.  She groped for
me, down my bony ribs and skinny belly to the coils of red fuzz at my
groin, ready now to have me enter into her fully, I was sure. My cock was
half full and throbbing. Mom stared hungrily at it.

"Son, I want you more than ever now. Oh, this penis I love so much," my mom
glowed. "It'll spring out harder and more beautiful than any man could
dream to be."

Again she puckered her lips around my rigid tongue and sucked, strong,
tickling the tip with hers. My body received the gift of redemption and
rose again, my shriveled teen penis shifting up stiffer in supplication.

I whispered out loud, "And I-I-I do want this, I've prayed for this!"

Mom did not take my lifting cock at once though, she held me off. She had
me stay, panting like a little dog waiting for his big bitch in heat. She
let me, now and then, touch my tongue against hers. I looked at my mother
in all her naked glory. Her breasts were full with long nipples and large,
dark areola. My eyes wandered to the pussy I had just eaten and it was
covered thickly with hair. I looked at the red mouth of her sex, ready and
open, until suddenly the violence of my own desire shook me. My firm
flagpole snapped to the fullest attention ...SPROING!

"Ha, ha!" she laughed. "This is why I do love it with boys, young boys like
you, Jacob; so young, so clean, so quick.  You think you're down?  Just a
little encouragement and you're up for me!"

I embraced my mom as she ran her hands through my wild head of curly red
hair. I felt my replenished prick nestled stiff between our bellies. My
body came alive at her touch, waiting and needful. I clung to her and
caressed her as I ran my hands all over her smooth broad back and down to
her great soft ass.

"Are you ready honey?" she asked.

"Mom, I...," was all I could say as my body surged with lust.  I thought,
`Do it!  Do it!  Let it happen!'

"Now!  Now baby, now, please.  Come to mommy.  Take mommy.  Hurry...," she
demanded.

She slid along my body and lay panting on her back on the down sofa, her
moist thighs splayed open in desperate need. She was round and full,
mature, a complete woman. But she was my mom. I was gangly and horny, a
young kid but sturdy and obviously ready; I had never seen my cock look so
big as at that moment, smooth and hard as glass. But I was her son.

 "Mom, I...  I mean, I know it's not right.  And we're not supposed to be
doing this.  Then again, I think my balls will just explode if I do not
squeeze my cock into you."

She grinned, "We can do it, if you're `up' for it, stud."  She flicked my
dick with her fingernail, "Jacob, now!"  She ordered me like a teacher
might, "You will stick it into me now!"

My mom took me in her arms, surrounding me, bringing me to her, taking me
in. I was shaking, marveling. I nodded my head, yes, and crawled
uncertainly upon her, like negotiating a quaking bog. I threw myself over
her, encircled her in my arms, my tongue inside her mouth, and my prick,
stretched and taut, pressing at her. She reached down between us, took the
length of my cock and tugged me lower until I felt the head rest at the
opening of her moist tunnel. Her pussy was sizzling. She lifted toward me.

"I'm ready, poke it into me.  That's where it goes.  There.  Push it in
slowly. "

Her hands helped guide me. Like any mother she wanted to be in charge; she
grabbed my cock and dipped it into her.

"Hurry!" she was whispering now. "Quickly, quickly, now, do it now, do me
now, Jacob Jacob Jacob."

I got up above her, balancing like a tiny needle uoon a great haystack, and
did as she said. I diligently pushed through her thick fibrous pussy lips,
blindly seeking to return the way I came. I was still thinking, `I grew in
there.  Penny grew in there.  Dad grew in there, and his "truly big thing"
has been in there'.

"Deeper, dear."

Like a drone bee pollinating an immense flower, I slid into her waiting
vagina. It was like a skinny-dipping dive into water warmed by the sun with
cool springs below – a total bodily shock shivering every bit of me. A
universe of sensation centered on my cock head shooting into my balls and
rising deep in my gut and up and out my trunk and limbs until a yearning
sigh escaped my lips. I sank it slowly into her warm, wet, slippery pussy,
forcing it as far in as I could. I was inside my own mother! My stiff pole
was wallowing within her inner walls, soppy, slick, hot. My beanpole self
clasped the bountiful and abundant earth mother. I could not believe that
this was me.

My voice sighed, "O-o-oh, what a feeling...!"

I heard my mother's bizarre gasps, "Oh.  Oh-h-h...  Oh.  Yes," she said as
I thrust. "My son, yes, like that, yes, I have you, you're home now, you're
home now, you're home."

My mom kissed my ear and stroked my wild hair. I lost myself in her flesh,
enveloped by breasts, arms, legs, and labia. I could feel her heart beating
time with my own, and the wetness of secretions and seed where we were
joined.

"Ah, mom!"  I reported, "It's going in now.  Ahh!  Do you feel it mom?"

"Ooh, I feel you touch the end of my tunnel. My pussy walls cling to you!"

"Agh-h-h, unh-h-h, mom!" I cried as I slid into her again and again.

She grabbed my hips and moved me around on top of her. When we had it right
home our two bodies were pressed tightly together, her lips on my neck, her
arms around my back, my narrow body over her wide one. Mom's vagina was
squeezing my cock tightly and the hot warmth that I was sunk into felt so
right that I never wanted to pull out. This was pure loving; there was no
evil incest here - until the excitement got too much. Mom began riding my
cock from below with a gentle rhythm. She encouraged me to start thrusting
to and fro.

"Ahh...!  Deeper!"

"Oh mommy!  My cock is inside you!  I've been dreaming of this."

She stared into my eyes, her face glowing with pleasure. I leaned forward
and kissed her lips. This time our tongues slowly entwined and every nerve
ending in my body stood on end. I thrust at her, desperate to satisfy her
needs. I felt the moisture building up and seeping out from where we were
joined, and the sounds of our loving were quite loud. Mom had wrapped her
legs around me and now with her heels against my bum tried to drag me even
further into her body. She pushed herself back, scarlet from her breasts to
the top of her head, her eyes tightly shut, gasping desperately. Her words
shocked me.

'Fuck me!"  My mother actually said that!  "Fuck me son!  Harder baby!
Harder!"

I was really scared by her choice of smutty slang but not sure what else to
do. Holding myself all taut, up on my outstretched arms, I just kept on
jamming my cock in as hard as I could, frantic to try and finish her.  My
mind shrieked silently against incest. I felt my own climax coming and I
resolved to withdraw and spill my seed upon the ground.  I knew the Cainan
scriptures, Origins 38: 9. Like brother Onan, who emitted his ejaculate on
the ground rather than complete incest with his sister Tamar, I was to
withdraw at the last moment and spill my seed. No sperm no incest! I could
not last much longer. My reckless tool was so hard that it ached from the
excruciating pain of the impending explosion. Time to pull out! Mom must
also have been right on the edge for she threw her head back and cupped her
swollen breasts as her whole body started to spasm.

"Ung, oh-h-h Jacob!  Ungh-h-h," she cried. "The tingling in my stomach's
turned to fire!  Mommy's cumming honey!"  My mom seemed not to know what
she was saying, "Oh, cum inside me baby!  Cum in me!"

I was so surprised at her language that I grunted twice and my body
stiffened with one last deep thrust as she looked to the ceiling and
shrieked. That's when it let go. A short shockwave went through my spine,
the shiver went all the way down to my toes; it literally shocked the cum
from my gut.  Don't cum inside!  No!  No!  I tried to pull out before
cumming.  No!  There was sloppy fluid squishing around down there. It was
too late. The dam had burst. With two shots deep inside her, my seed coated
her inner walls and her secretions lathered my prick.  My cock was still in
her, stiffer than ever, her legs spread as wide as she could. She groaned
and pushed with those amazing interior muscles so that I was popped out
after my first couple of spurts. The rest sprayed onto her pubic mound and
abdomen.

"It's okay!" she cackled happily, as if she knew my fears. "I feel hot
ribbons of your cum landing on my stomach!"

The last of my jism jetted onto her soft and curvaceous belly, and my
reflex humping kept going so my thin hardon smeared it around. We clutched
desperately at each other as we shook and moaned our way through the
aftershocks of our mutual release. I pulled up and back, holding off of my
mother. She was out of breath, gasping for air. I never knew mom could be
this wild.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," my mind reeled with remorse for my sin of
emission into my mom, at the same instant thinking of how wild my little
sister Penny went whenever I filled her up.

"Even so," mom panted admiringly, "you had such a tremendous amount of
spunk in you, when you pulled it out and did it on me.  And there's still
all this sweet cream hanging from the tip of it."

She shifted her gaze from my cock and looked into my eyes, and began
kissing me. My mother caressed my face.

"You felt so good in me!  Your cock is a real stiff one.  Damn boy, I've
got to have it again!"

And simultaneously I found myself wishing that I had stayed inside there
not moving, just emptying my balls in her.  My body throbbed anew with an
insane resolve to give it to her.

"I didn't hurt you did I mom?" I asked worriedly.

"You're just so long baby!" she moaned. "It feels so good in me."

"But yeah.  I knew you would like it."

***
CONCEPTION

She grabbed at me, as I lay light and long over her grand frame.

"You're right, and I do want all of you, Jacob.  We've gone this far.
We've nothing to lose now.  I do want you to cum in me.  The next time give
me a little warning so I can cum with you.  I would like to cum together.
Would you like to fully fuck you mommy now?  Go ahead.  Let it be.  Do it
for real," she whispered.

My moral compass spun wildly within my body. Suddenly I reached a point
where society's demands and even mom's needs became secondary to my own. It
was my turn. I was to bring myself off utterly in her. Incest be damned!

Trying out her own language, I begged, "Can I fu...?  Can I...?  Can I
f-f-fuck you, mommy?  Please?"

I smiled to hear her answer, as she gazed at my lean face and boney
shoulders and narrow hips.  Mom grabbed me and began to massage my sore
penis roughly to keep it hard.

"Oh, merciful Great Mother!  It's getting even bigger and stiffer!"

"Yeah, mom!" I giggled and jerked around as she wiped my dick.

"It's so hard, the head isn't even squishy like usual," mom marveled.

My cock head kept flaring up larger than the shaft and my whole skinny dick
seemed to swell thicker.

"Yes!" she nodded at me in assent. "How mommy loves you!"

Freed from all my own limits, I mounted her anew in a boyish frenzy.  She
wrestled my thin hips, lining me up with her large body once more. She
grabbed my stiff shaft and gently steered me to just the right place. My
boy cock slithered right back into the slippery mother cunt as natural as a
babe to a breast. I shoved it in, my cock was soon all the way inside. My
mom's welcoming flesh and vulnerable cries fed my ballsy lust. I went to
work, hitting my prick into her as fast as I could draw it out, excited by
every sensation. In and out, harder and harder, faster and faster. I would
not let go; she clamped down as tight as she could to keep me in her.

"Finally!  My baby boy is within me for good."

As my cock withdrew from her, it was covered with our creamy, white
juices. We watched as I thrust it back in, forcing her pussy walls apart,
the milky liquid oozing where our flesh met. Once upon a time it had seemed
to me that my little penis and me would be swallowed up in there forever. I
remembered struggling as in a dream, as though my arms and legs were
flailing to swim through clear thick gelatinous waters, desperate to hold
my breath in a whirlpool. I closed my eyes. I had to have it.

"A-a-a-h!  Agh-h-h..., ungh-h-h!  Oh mom!  I love you.  I love my mom so
much," I panted.  "Mommy, it feels so good..."

My mom seemed to get pleasure from feeling the physical workout of my teen
body upon hers. She ran her fingers over my flexing chest and back, and
then down the outside of my working arms and the ridges of my belly.

She grabbed my butt again, crying, "Oh you're perfect, honey.  I feel your
buttocks tightening and clenching with every thrust.  Oh, your body's so
hard" she said as she grabbed me.  "Oh, I love your body!" she said and she
kissed my thin chest and licked me. She gasped between strokes, "It's very
good."

I recognized the change in her reactions. Her breath started to come in
gasps. Her tongue explored my mouth as her hips rose to meet each thrust of
my penis. Her body began to move with increased urgency.

"I love seeing your breasts bouncing, mom."

I was cranking on her like a wild rabbit. My mom met my every thrust with
her own to make me fuck her extra hard. She lifted her hips to give me the
best angle and I pressed down to fill her to capacity.

"Don't be that fast, boy; take your time. You don't have to rush it."

I began to go slower.

"How's it feel, Jacob?"

"I can't describe what I'm feeling.  My legs are trembling.  My arms almost
can't hold my weight.  I'm trying to feel your vagina from the inside.
Mom, it's wet, and warm, strong, soft, it's better than silk," I moaned.
"It's the most wonderful feeling of my life."

"Ahh....  Ahh....  It feels so good for me too.  You are making me feel so
good."

Suddenly mom's body seemed to fall into a pool of ultimate pleasure. She
squeezed her eyes tightly shut, braced her arms on the couch, and raised me
and herself in a convulsion of final passion.

"Uh-oh!  Here comes the sensation in my belly once more!  Mommy's cumming,
my angel!"

Earlier she had voiced a high pitched scream. Now the little house filled
with her low guttural wail of pure female animal fury. Another couple of
pushes and she tightened below me and suddenly her pussy erupted anew. My
fingers dug into her body, my swollen prick drove in and out of her like a
piston. Again and again I plunged inside my mom, and each time I felt how
her body eagerly rose off the sofa to meet me.

"Ahh...," she cried.  "I'm as hot as a furnace now!"

I fucked my mother hard, enjoying her grunts as I speared her deeply, my
testacles slapping against her crotch.

"It's building," she moaned. "Your balls must be bursting too.  Oh, Jacob
yes!  Fuck me harder.  Faster.  Deeper.  I want it all.  More Cobby,
darling."

I pushed inside my mother. I was trembling. Her ample vulva closed around
me and squeezed in waves all along my shaft. I repeatedly thrust my rod
toward my mother's womb. It lasted and lasted. My balls started to boil and
my glans started twitching. I churned her, moist and hot. I used all I
could of my leg and lower back strength to bang the breath out of her. I
slammed into her, hard, and held it pushed against her crotch. I did not
have the oomph to say anything, just simply panted as her juices let fly
again.

"Golden sperm, cum to momma," she begged, looking lovingly at me.

I felt an exquisitely unpleasant fullness in my throat. Swept away in the
ancient under-water struggle, fighting for breath, arms and legs flailing
in the viscous fluid, I was sucked within, prey to the Cainan curse of our
consanguineous climax.  A massive surge of semen rushed up my penis with a
scorching sensation, and my face burned red.

"Mom, I'm c-u-m-m-i-n-g!"

She felt my load as her own orgasm tore through her like a tornado. Her
climax slowed and she settled. She locked her legs behind my back and just
held me as I quivered to a final spray of semen inside her mothering womb.

"Magdalena..." Again I was saying mom's given name over and over,
"Magdalena, Magdalena..."

I collapsed, exhausted, on top of her.

Eventually she whispered lovingly, "Even more tingles are coursing through
me." She hugged me warmly. "Jacob, you're shaking."

I was. I was drenched in sweat, a boy-man lying over and still inside his
mother. The aftershocks shook my frame like train wheels rolling along
uneven track.

"I think it's stopping; I'll be alright," I gasped. "I can't wait to fuck
you every day, mom!" I said as I started to slowly pull my semi- hard penis
from her overflowing sheath.

"No! No honey, leave it in. Please baby."

"Sure mom, I'll go as long as you want.  I'm not going to stop until I make
you sore.  You're going to have to beg me to stop!"

"What if I'm the one that makes you sore?"

I pushed back in within the generous cavity, lined with bands like thick
muscular contracting pillows. Deep, right to the hilt, I felt my sticky cum
everywhere.

"I'm full, full of my baby," my mom laughed as we lay a bit on our sides
facing each other.

"I don't know how I ever got out of there, or Penny did, when I was born,"
I said. "You're roomy but at the same time so strong and tight."

I felt our mom's birth channel clench even harder along my engorged
cock. The boy in the woman. The son in the mom.

She licked wetly in my ear, "You dig deep!" Mom giggled.  "Jacob, last
night in the moonlight you must have eaten the whole bull, not just his
`animelle-oysters'!"

"Oh-h-h mommy," I groaned, as my body arched yet again in need.

The two of us moved sinuously in a slow sexual rhythm. I made love to my
mother unhurriedly then.  Again and again paddling up to the falls but not
going over, bringing her to the edge before backing off. Then I felt the
start of her orgasmic opening of her maternal womb. My boy-body suddenly
stiffened as from an electrical shock, jerking at her and in her, sweating,
giving crazed staccato cries of lament. Free of intention I felt a smooth
load coming then creaming inside her like an oozing wet dream, sudden and
slight and unexpected, adding to the slick sliding with no loss of
stiffness.

I somehow knew then that it was mom and not sister Penny who would have my
first baby. My mind wondered if my mother were ever to bear me an infant
daughter, would she allow me to plow that child like this someday? That was
the thought that did it for real. I felt my balls tighten and felt my cock
swell as my true load of cum moved up. I really let loose, burying myself
inside my mother as I burst, shooting strand after strand of spunky sperm
high up within, offering all at her altar. With a cry, mom reached her own
orgasm.  Her vaginal muscles milked my cock which was incredibly sensitive.
I bit my lower lip, determined that I would enjoy every spasm of her mother
cunt. Just as I thought I could not take another clenching movement, she
sighed heavily and a total relaxation came over her.  She opened her eyes
and smiled at me.

"I can feel your cum dribbling down my thighs and making a puddle under
me," mom reported with a giggle.  "I like to buck my hips with each of your
spasms when you cum, Jacob. I enjoy the looks you give me when you have no
control over your body.  Your will is suspended.  Women live for that
instant. The instant of absolute mastery over a helpless man."

Nodding my head in awestruck agreement, I shook convulsively as I dropped
totally spent on top of my mother.

"That was great!"  My mother whispered, "Honey, I'd love to have your
child, if that happens one of our times."

I could not face doing it again. I felt dirty. And I felt guilt, intensely
guilty. Yet some familial force was acting across all time from that
untamed primordial portion deep in my loins, my Cainan heritage. So it was
that I kept my penis in her, plugging my seed deep inside of her, imagining
my many golden sperms competing to enter her great egg.

"I want to have your baby," she sighed with a smile.  "Great Mother!  Same
thing I said to your father, and your grandfather, on our first nights
together.  Goodness!"

***

I never slept as well as the two of us in each other's naked embrace on the
huge parlor sofa. When I looked down on her dozing form I was overcome with
my good fortune. She was sleeping peacefully with her lips parted in what
looked like a faint smile. She was snoring very quietly and looked to be
totally trusting and relaxed. Even our pubic hairs mingled. Bathing
afterwards, I found strands of mom's kinky hair, longer, thicker and
stronger than mine, curled black among my fine red. A while later my cock
began to slide out of her vagina. My seed still trickled with slow warmth
from between her slightly parted thighs. By then it was noon time. I was
dying for a piss and I attempted to lift her arm from where it was draped
over me but when I moved it mom woke and smiled contentedly at me.

"Mom?"

"Good afternoon, lovey," she reached up and gave me a welcoming kiss.

"You're crying!"  I said eventually, as I watched tears falling down both
her cheeks.

"I am happy.  Oh Jacob," she sighed as I licked the salty drops from her
skin.  "I felt butterflies.  Was I really going to seduce my little boy and
make him `my man'?  And I did!  And he's not so little."

Our smiles were both pleased and rueful, because that phrase `my man'
summoned up a hundred feelings for each of us.

"Would you look at the state of me?  I'm covered in our assorted slimy
juices.  And yours have gone all hard and flaky on my belly."  She looked
me in the eye, "And Jacob, how are you after all this?"

"Wow, out of this world!  Except I desperately need to visit the can."

She cuddled me and said, "I love you, my baby.  Always think of your
mother's womb.  It feels so good in there that you'll forget all the other
women on earth."

She hopped up and headed toward the kitchen.

"Love you too mom," I giggled in an awakening stretch.

Slumped on the sofa on top of the now damp Schwann family quilt, I had a
profound sense of fatigue, and a sense of emptiness followed.  I felt
sleepy.  I was tired, and yet at ease, as if I was finally off-duty.  There
was a deeply agreeable weightiness in my groin that flickered with hot
white electrical shocks through my trunk and limbs.  I felt heavy and yet I
felt light.  Struggling off the sofa I sleepily staggered in the nude out
of the parlor after my mom.  There was a warm June breeze coming down the
hall from the front door of our shotgun shack, passing all over every pore
of my skin, and flowing on out the back porch.  It felt familiar to be
naked, to be exposed, like Easter Islanders all joyous in creation, and
foreseeing the next act of procreation.

And so I yelled, "Hey wait!"  just as she reached the kitchen.

"What?"

"This," I said following her.

I took her hand and pulled my wide, sticky naked mother into my arms from
behind and she twisted to kiss me deeply.

"Cobby!"  she squealed.  "I feel empty without you inside me, I miss you
already," she admitted with a bewildered smile.

She leaned her full frame back to front against me, nuzzling her head on my
puffed-out chest, which tapered to my narrow waist.

"You're my wifey now," I said, not bothering to hide that I was growing
excited once more, pressing between her buttocks.  "You won't mind sharing
me?" I asked my mother.

Mom shook her head, smiling.

"You'll have two wifeys," mom murmured, leaving my sister Penelope's name
unspoken.

Our hands crossed over her abundant tummy that was soon to swell in the
family way with my child. My mind flashed to an image of me with one hand
on mom's `size-large' mommy belly with my son/brother in it, and my other
hand on my sister's `size-small' mommy belly with our dad's child, my
sister/niece, in it. Part of me felt sad. Yet at the same time I felt a
strong sense of deep satisfaction – that all was right with the world,
and I felt loving toward dad, and Penny, and mom and myself. Part of me
felt free of guilt and clean. In fact holding my radiant mom, that's all I
wanted to do, to do it again with her, right then. I felt all those things
all at once. I let her go as I slapped her lightly on the ass. My mom
turned around and skipped away giggling like a wayward schoolgirl.

"I'd better get ready for Cainan Lake Camp this summer...," I sighed,
"...before you and I do something else we shouldn't!"

Yours truly, JACOB
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<to be continued>