Date: Tue, 29 May 2007 14:09:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kelly Hobbs <kellyhobbs1965@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kelly and her boys

This is a work of fiction. I am over 18, and if you are offended by erotic
literature, especially those fantasies that stray from the norm, please leave
now. This fictional wark includes characters engaged in bisexual, incestuous,
and underaged activities.


  My life isn't so bad, except being married to a prude. Rich is a good man, he
just has very strong religious beliefs that sex is for reproduction, not
enjoyment. He got a vasectomy when I was pregnant the second time, and has
virtually lost all interest in anything sexual. I on the other hand, am horny
all the time. I am not slutty, but I had to have my needs met by more than my
fingers or purple vibrator.

  I have had quite a few affairs over the years with men, some other moms, and
sometimes couples or groups. But that is where our story begins. I do not have
affairs nearly quite often enough. I would masterbate 2-3 times a day, more if
I could get the time. Needless to say, I spend a lot of time reading and in the
chat rooms. I had seen stories on incest before, but to be honest young boys or
girls did not do much for me. I was not so much repulsed by the idea, as I was
just oblivious to even consider it.

  In chat rooms, I like to take dares. I would masterbate with the boys
upstairs playing video games or watching movies or outside playing. I am a bit
of an exhibitionist, and for 41, I carry a few extra pounds. At 5'5", my 165
lbs are carried well with 38 C, size 14/16. My online fun usually had me quite
wet and satisfied, yet always wanting more of a thrill the next time. Then the
chat began that changed my thrill seeking:

  "Hello sexy momma!" wrote 8isnotenuf.

  "Hi", I responded.

  "Do you have sons?"

  "I am a mom, but why do you ask?"

  "Just chatting. boys/girls? age?"

  "I have two sons, 9 and 12."

  "Ah yes, I remember 12, Bet he just started masterbating?"

  "I wouldn't know."

  "Wet dreams?"

  "Well, I guess there are telltale signs on the sheets."

  "Hmmmm. Bet he thinks of you when he touches himself."

  "WHAT? Surely he is not thinking of his fat old mom." This idea was starting
to freak me out a little. I was about to ignore this guy for good, but he was
polite. Not sure why, but I continued.

  "Ma'am, you don't have brothers, do you?"

  "No. I only had a sister."

  "Would you like to know more about boys and the way they think? You may need
this info to protect him."

  I was 'silent' for quite some time. I was looking for good horny chat to get
me off, yet I love my sons more than anything and here was an opportunity to
learn to protect them. Maybe their wives would appreciate that they are not
like their dad. I was very intrigued. The thought of my son growing into a
little man and touching. No. Stroking his boy cock.

  "You still there?" wrote 8isnotenuf
  "Yes"
  "Boys can't help it. They start off with wet dreams, raging hormones,
aggressive behavior followed by odd secretive behavior."
  "Not different than girls, except we're called bitchy when we get
aggressive."

  "True. But the difference is in the mind. A boy will get an image in his head
and it will stay with him. His first sexual encounters will cause him to
develop trends or fetishes. Feet, breast, eyes, etc... The first turn-ons last
a lifetime. I used to masterbate with my mom's panties. Have you noticed any
missing?"

  I had, but I was starting to get a little nervous about this conversation. I
mean, my son taking my panties. It was kinda sweet, but I hadn't thought of him
as sexual. Not for me or for his coming adolescence. I guess he was already a
young man. The stains on the sheets. The leering stares as I run around in the
morning or late evening getting ready for bed.

  "Hello...did I lose you?"

  "Still here. Can we get to something else?"

  My mind is racing right now and I do not want to put it in writing or think
about it too much.

  "What would you like to do," he typed.

  "Welllll....I kinda like truth or dare."

  "I bet you like dares more than questions" I put up the little flirty smiley
face.

  "A dare it is then. You ready?"

  "Sure"

  "I dare you to go to your son's room right now and lick the stained sheet."

  My heart about jumped a mile when I read that. I had taken many a dare since
I began chatting and tried my best to do them all, and let me tell, people in
the chat rooms can be creative. I stared at the screen as I typed "No problem.
BRB"

  "Wait. Not yet."

  "What?"

  "One more thing. I dare you to lick the stained sheets after you get
completely naked in his room. What are you wearing?"

  To be honest, the naked part was really not a problem. I had on a summer
dress, bra and no shoes or panties. I like it easy to play with my dares or
self as I chat. "I am wearing a simple dress that slips off easy, a bra and
nothing else. Piece of cake, BRB."

  I pushed my chair away and started up the steps from the basement to the
first floor. A quick check on the kids revealed they were outside playing. I
moved to the bottom of the stairs and stood there with my hand on the rail. I
looked to the top of the stairs and felt as nervous and excited as I can
remember in all of my sexual exploits. This was crazy. Illegal? My mind
whirled, but one thing was certain: I was as wet as I could remeber being for a
long time.

  I went up the stairs, looking back at every creaking step to be sure no one
came into the house.  I entered his room and again looked out the window to be
sure they were still out there, which they were. I pulled back the sheets and
saw the targets. My first thought was how these sheets need to go to the
laundry. (The mom in me, I guess.) I started to look closer. There were two big
stains and several smaller ones. Another quick look out the window. I pulled
the straps off my shoulders and let the dress fall at my ankles. I quickly
unclasped and removed my bra. Kneeling on his bed I could feel my juices
running down my leg.

  As my tongue touched the sheets, there wasn't anything special. My heart
raced. Just tasted like a sheet, with a hint of salt, very very faint. This was
easy I thought. I put my tongue to several stains, then had a crazy thought.
Don't really know why, but I felt the urge to do it. I put my hands to my
crotch and felt my dripping slit. I got the finger extremely wet, then put them
on the bed. It was really cool watching my sex juice mix with Jared's boy seed.
I repeated this several times, for all of the stains. Then I put his pillow
between my legs and got a huge wet spot on the pillow. The odor in the room was
definitely my musk. I peeked out as I slipped my dress back on, they were still
out there.

  Back downstairs in the basement, I threw my bra into the laundry pile and
relayed the events to my waiting chat partner.

  "That is totally awesome! You are a real slut. Creaming his bed, he will know
it was you. He will be at his cock before the lights go out, and probably won't
even know why. LOL"

  "You think?"

  "Oh yes. Next dare?"

  "Sure."

  "I dare you to inspire him. Dress sexy, let your robe fall open. Give him
some flesh peaks etc... then when he goes to his room, follow shortly after."

I didn't get the chance to respond as I heard the garage door open. My husband
was home. I typed a quick, "Gotta go", then shut it down. Erased the memory. I
got my butt upstairs to make dinner, before the prude could even have reason to
suspect anything.

  After dinner, I went upstairs to take a quick shower and maybe play a little.
Rich, my husband, had gone next door to talk with the neighbor. I knew I
wouldn't see him for hours. Let me know if you want to here what happens
next....