Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2016 18:00:01 +1000
From: Joseph Hammond <jocastasbaby@gmail.com>
Subject: Oedipus got lucky Part 1

Oedipus Got Lucky  Part 1.


How did it start?  Well in my case it was because of a strange attraction,
there was this other boy at school that I wasn't even friendly with yet
somehow, we perfectly satisfied each other - sexually.  It all started
quite tamely, I think one of us found the other masturbating quietly
somewhere and after watching for a bit decided it would be fun to help out.
From that accidental encounter meetings became planned, and frequent.  At
first we'd rely on those little glossy magazines for stimulation - the ones
with naked girls posing with legs spread and breasts thrust out but over
time these seemed to become redundant.  For me it was a delightful turn on
just to run my hands over my little friend's body, easing his pants down to
see him stand there half naked.....I also remember the first time I drew
him to me and slipping my hands beneath his shirt caressed his back - image
how startled I was when he began to tense up and shake as I did so?  I
suppose it was about then that we realised the true nature of our
relationship.  Inevitably I suppose we graduated from mutual masturbation -
although the orgasms were intense I for one felt there was more to be
experienced and looking at the firm swell of my partner's pert buttocks I
knew what I wanted...the question was, how to set about it?  The first
attempt was failure, partial failure at least.  My lover was a smaller boy
and I made the mistake of penetrating him without lubricant.....he was not
amused and to atone I bent over and invited him to have a go.  His penis
although in reality a lovely little handful felt swollen out of all
proportion as he entered me, grimly I made not a sound as he proceeded to
pleasure himself, the burning sensation was intense yet I clenched teeth
until it was over.  After we were both lost in thought, he dwelling upon
the intensity of the new experience and I, I pondered the means of getting
into him.  Soon after this the solution presented itself - finesse...and
Vaseline, which we also found tended to prolong the act.

There we had two adolescent boys, highly sexed, with access to video
technology and relative freedom to indulge themselves - so who had the idea
of filming us in the sex act?  Without a third party it became a matter of
assuming optimal positions for the camera, it was fun and it also made me
fully appreciative of my partner's attractions, with back arched and hips
up thrust he looked sensational particularly when erect!  Fortunately we
didn't lack the time or the place for such artistic productions, my mother
worked late some days and his father tended to keep similar hours, both
were sole parents.  Occasionally and just for titillation we would take out
a tape and settling together half naked we would masturbate as we watched
ourselves...occasionally I'd tease with comments such as "God...wish I were
him....just look at the way the other one is playing with himself as he's
getting fucked......hey - it's turning me on......how about it?" and pretty
soon after, we'd both have hands roaming over each other's bodies, then the
slap of flesh against flesh and the sounds of heavy breathing.  I suppose
it was after one such episode that I grew careless...and left a DVD of that
session out on the lounge.

Mother was a somewhat sad and lonely soul, seemingly ineffectual yet trying
her utmost to keep a home for us.  Actually I helped out rather more than
you would expect of the typical adolescent for which she seemed
pathetically grateful.  I never discovered why my father had left her but
sadly, could hazard a guess - perhaps he needed some excitement in the
relationship?  But late one evening things changed.  The knock on my door
was unusual but in she came, determinedly clutching a DVD.  "Dear...I need
to talk...yes I found this and got curious...yes I watched it and I know
it's your private thing so sorry - BUT - here's the difficult bit for me.
Do you ever well, do things with girls?"  I was taken aback rather, so far
sex had been terrific, in fact just thinking of it was having an effect on
me 'down there' and I'd never really bothered to consider 'girls' - why
should I, when I was getting all I needed? "Er, no Mum....no chance of
getting anyone pregnant either...sorry, bad joke...."  Mum thought for a
bit and in the silence I caught myself examining her...Mum was a girl after
all and what would...surprising myself I felt my penis hardening further.
Poor Mum, she looked so miserable sitting on the bed beside me, plainly at
a loss for words.  On impulse I sat up and put an arm around her waist, she
didn't pull away, it was a perfectly innocent move so why should she?

When Mum began to quietly cry I was at a loss, at first overcome by guilt I
assumed her distress was brought on by my....well 'deviant' behaviour, the
shock it could have caused, so helplessly I just held her close and hoped
things would blow over and to see if it would help I sheepishly muttered
"sorry Mum".  She paused as if in surprise...then blurted out "Oh no dear!
Not your fault...not what you were doing, not that...just that you both
sort of - have each other, aside from that sex thing, it's different -
that's all - but you see, I don't have anything....no fun too shy and I'm
so lonely....that's all...I only came to talk in case...in case you had
problems with sexuality or whatever..."  Just then several thoughts flashed
into being: I wasn't in trouble; Mum was the one in trouble, I'd selfishly
ignored her, taken things for granted and all the time, she'd only been
looking out for me...Then on another level I also realised that my arm was
encircling a slim waist and warm body, involuntarily I pulled her closer.
We sat there in silence and then Mum turned her face up as if to question
something, so I kissed her, just like that - it seemed so natural.  I
noticed the tears lingering and carefully kissed each of her eyes, she
didn't resist.

"You asked me about girls Mum....well, there's one girl I like cuddling,
she's the first one in fact....so long as she doesn't mind...."  I kissed
her again and this time she responded, cautiously. "It's nice being close
to you like this Mum....so....you're my girl now..."  Again we kissed "I'd
like you to be my girl friend if that's OK....?"  The next kiss lingered
and I felt her lips part - I'd only done this with a boy before and noticed
how much softer she seemed....and shyly her tongue poked in.  Nuzzling
Mum's neck I muttered "Aren't I the lucky boy then?"  There was a pause and
then she broke her silence...."I guess it's OK dear, we're both a bit
different and you know something, it feels so CLOSE being together like
this, not wrong at all - it's nice isn't it and it's not as if we're
hurting anyone either...yes, I can be your girl friend, for as long as you
like..."  Just then I noticed her fiddling with her blouse, the top buttons
undone the neck parted and I glimpsed the swell of tiny breasts above her
bra.....my penis was now rock hard and it was for my mother and strangely
it felt - so RIGHT!  The blouse opened and she sat there anxiously "They're
so small dear....but if you like...here, just unclip this....".