Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2014 12:31:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Our Boys Lee and Eric, part 1

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Danny: daddy, husband

Lee: older boy, 14

Eric: younger boy, 12

Lisa: mother, wife


I knew I was going to have sex with my own son the time we had dinner
together in the small, cozy, excellent restaurant we liked. I mean my son
Eric, the younger of my two boys. I had already seduced his older brother;
now it was to be Eric's turn.

While the delicious dinner progressed I looked into his clear, untroubled
twelve year-old eyes often, each time feeling the space between my legs
tingle. The boy had no idea his effect on me that night. I'd been closely
watching him over the past few months—not in the ordinary parental
sense, but erotically. Noticing how he walked, how his laugh had changed,
his eyes, lips, arms and his ass: noticed anew so many of his fine physical
features. I even checked his bed sheets and of course there were cum
stains. So he could shoot, but fertile with sperm? I had my doubts.

My negro genes and his father's caucasian set blended so well in both our
children... The older one, Lee, had pubic hair, a deeper voice and longer
cock, more male definition. Eric was smaller boned, slender and still
rather androgynous. He was in my thoughts more and more. Sometimes, going
about my daily business I was pleased when an image of his naked body
formed in my mind. His shoulders and back, his legs, the curve of his ass,
the cleft there... I knew it would only be a matter of time. And why not? I
had trained his older brother to fuck me and each time he got better.

Now seated across from me Eric's lovely face shown plain open features
honestly, without guile. On the point of male sexual ripening, I felt his
virginity belonged to me. I wanted him first, in his own bed, not leave him
to some fumbling unsatisfying experience at some teen suck and fuck party.

Oh, how innocent he looked as I watched him dine, chatting away innocently
about his important topics, so unaware of the dirty images I was creating
of him. He was virginal I'm was sure, but that didn't mean he hadn't jerked
or sucked with one or several of his buds, the way boys often do. Boys do
that, especially so in boarding schools, and he attended one of the
best. Images of slender naked boys in bed together brought a squirm to my
ass and a grin to my lips which he could only guess at.

Dear Eric thought his mother was just as she appeared: A tall, svelte
fashion model with a teenager's body and long raven black hair. Little did
my son know underneath I was a whore for cock and sometimes young pussy and
had been so from his age onward. Maybe he thought the change in my
composure came about by the story he was telling me about school. I was
listening with only half and ear. I was deliciously corrupted by my own
father at 13 and loved it, then by my brother; I now delighted in the
chance to corrupt my own children in turn. Oh, how I was going to eat up
Eric's smooth body when I got started. Incest?  Well, isn't incest the
best? How the wheel of life turns.

The restaurant was only a short walk from our townhouse.  My older, Lee,
14, was away with my husband at sports camp. It was spring break time and
usually all three always went, but Eric remained with me this time
convinced he was not good enough for junior league division. He was good
enough, but we understood his need to step out from behind his brother's
shadow and shine in his own light.

Our meal finished, we strolled slowly in the direction of home. I slipped
my arm around Eric's waist and drew him close as we emerged into the warm
spring evening. He didn't mind. Anyone who noticed probably thought how
lovely, mother with her young son, close. "Yes," I thought, and if my plans
unfold smoothly I'd soon have his silky, hard, pretty cock in my
mouth—that's how close we'll get tonight! I looked forward to tasting
his sperm.

"Mom, let's get some ice cream."

"Sure, darling." To myself I thought, "I'd love to watch you lick the
cream. The licking will be good practice because you're gonna lick me,
honey." At his age now I rarely called him darling, but he made no
objection. He took a double scoop of banana while I, always careful of my
figure, settled on a lemon sorbet single.

We sat at the tiny sidewalk table and I watched him as he watched
passersby. He didn't seem to pick out any particular age, race or gender
until a slim boy with blond hair came passed. Eric's eyes scanned him top
to bottom and when the boy came into my view I could see why. Sixteen or
seventeen, still definitely a school boy, the long limbs moved with a
graceful rhythm, and thanks to tight jeans now popular again, so did his
nicely rounded provocative butt move too. Very tight jeans, I noticed.
Then I saw Eric watch me watch the kid, and I blushed a little. So did he.

"Skinny jeans are popular with boys now" I remarked.

"Yeah."

"You ought get some. Be in style."

"I am in style." I certainly agreed with that statement.

"I tried on a few pairs. I'm not sure."

"Yeah? Why?"

"The way they fit."

I knew what he meant but didn't want to say. He licked another circle
around his cone and his tongue looked so inviting coated with fresh cream.

"They're very tight...in the crotch...right? Is that why?"

He started to say something then stopped. I liked how this topic came up
and pushed it further. I leaned in close and lowered my voice. "Sometimes,
Eric, I see boys wearing them and you can see a lump, you know, a bump
there—like rock stars used to have." He grew a little pink in the cheeks
again and continued his licking. His clear hazel eyes twinkled while his
tongue wrapped the cream again. My pussy quivered again, like in the
restaurant.

"Eric, get a pair and see how they fit. If there is a lump, so what? You're
a boy! Like, girls let their tits show. Bye the way, that lump, sometimes
it used to be called a `basket." Isn't that cute? like a basket of fruit, I
guess." He grinned a big grin and blushed more while his eyes told me he
liked what I said.

As it happened a boutique jeans store was in the same block, a high end
place where you couldn't touch anything for less than 90. I suggested we go
in a just browse. We found a pair he liked in black with red stitching but
when the pretty sales girl suggested he slip into them he was reluctant. So
much the better, I thought. Home, his room, would nicer for a private
fashion show. We took the pants, and a cap that caught his attention.

The evening was developing in a very good direction. Something happened at
the table, the food, the wine, his bedroom innocent eyes—whatever it was
brought me to admit now was the time to have this handsome boy. The ache in
my pussy could only be relieved with him.

In his room and he kicked off his high tops and slipped out of his favorite
baggy cargo pants. I put the hat on him back to front. "Look at yourself in
the mirror." His favorite undershorts: green snug fit briefs of thin micro
fabric molded his cock and balls. He stepped into the new jeans and skinned
them up his legs.

"Mom, they're too tight."

"Wait, let me see."

Oh yes, they were skinny and tight. Even before he closed the zipper there
was a very noticeable bulge.

"I can't wear these!"

"Well, Eric, maybe not, but if you do, the girls are really gonna
notice. Come close, let me adjust them. Turn around." His ass looked
fabulous. The inseam tucked into his butt just enough to make a noticeable
separation, like a little smile. I smoothed my palms over the tight round
buns, producing a giggle.

"Did that feel good, hon?" Before he could answer my arms encircled his
small waist and my palms rested at his warm crotch. In my left hand
enveloped cock and balls and felt their softness and weight.

"Mom!"

"Be still Eric... My! you're getting big there! ... feel my hand... Maybe
you shouldn't wear these...maybe I should return them. But you do look
fabulous!" I gave a squeeze.  "No...wait...maybe... I'll think about it" I
could feel his cock growing fast. With some gentle fondling action of my
motherly hand I helped it along and enjoyed the little moan he let
escape. I always liked being in his room, always aware that a boy occupied
it...socks, models, magazines, underwear, scent of boy.

"Eric, baby... honey...you feel bigger than I...you like this? Would you
like a girl to do this?" He didn't answer but parted his legs just a
little, suggesting I not stop. That little gesture got me very hot. Now I
knew we were on our way to sweet incest.

"It feels good, baby...to have someone rub you there?...better than just
yourself?...I'll bet you do it a lot..." We remained like that for sometime
until I was sure he wouldn't reject the next step because he started to
press on my hand and breath harder. My fish was hooked. I unbutton the
jeans and peeled them down his smooth legs. We didn't need words now. He
slipped off the briefs, the rest of his clothes. Naked. Gorgeous. Erect. I
lifted his pretty balls.

"Mommy."

"Sit on the bed."

"Mom..."

"Sit on the bed."

My nipples were hard, my breath hot, my pussy tingled with moisture! My
spandex leggings were damp since the restaurant! He sat and I gently opened
his legs a bit and he spread himself the rest of the way.

"Ummmm...You'll like this...Eric..."

That strong beautify hard boy dick fit so well in my mouth! As soon as my
lips touched it his beautifully shaped head tilted back. I asked if anyone
had done this before and between heavy breathing the answer eventually
came:
 "Josh...and...Lee..." Lee, his brother. "Daddy watched...Lee started
it...he watches us...Daddy."

I drew back wanting to hear more, see his sweet lips form these
confessional words.  "Daddy caught Lee sucking me in the garage. Then he
watched me suck Lee. Daddy said it was all right. Boys do that. We told him
boys at school do it a lot, at bedtime."  Oh, how sweet the image of my two
sons blowing each other! I had to get them together as soon as I could so I
could watch too. And Danny, my husband: I was a little pissed at him for
not telling me.

I went back to sucking my boy but was careful not to bring him off. "Switch
places!"  On his knees, my thighs wide open, the smart child knew what I
wanted. He moved forward, his pink tongue leading the way, ready to touch
my tender pink pussy. This child is made for giving pleasure I noted with
great satisfaction.

"That's it Eric honey, kiss me there! Lick on it. Suck me!! That's where
you came from...there, and your daddy's great cock!! That's where you
started life." I whispered these words to myself not caring if he heard or
not. The scent of my cunt reached my nose. I let him do me a few minutes
more, then roughly lifted him onto the bed, spread his legs, latched onto
his fine dick again. My control had vanished in the pounding lust for my
son's seduction. I let him see me in my most base nature, a crude slut for
sex so driven I wanted my own sons!

My mouth was not satisfied with just his dick. It roamed all over him,
every inch, front back: lips, ears, shoulders...his balls...his
asshole. That's where I ended up, my face in his deep cleavage, savoring
that little pink rosebud. Once I get started I don't hold back. If my
strength scared him I'd take care of that later. I licked for quite awhile,
pushing in, twirling about, as wet as I could get it. Did I make this part
of him sexually excited for the first time? When I stopped we lay side by
side, my arms around him. He seemed dreamy and floating.

Eventually he was ready for the next step. It was time to fuck.

"Eric, honey...I want your cock in me." I told him to say some dirty words
while I helped him move into position above me. I'd never heard him say so
much as "damn" but now I wanted the dirtiest words pass his sweet virgin
lips. "Some girls like dirty talk; it adds to the pleasure."

I guided his cock to my pussy. "I'll teach you how to fuck a girl, Eric."
Settled into position now I held his dick, some five inches and still
growing, onto its rightful place. "Push in me Eric. Pretend I'm a girl you
like at school...one of those little cock teasers I've seen.  ... Oh,
oh...yes...like that...oh god...fuck me baby...fuck her...cock...cock is
sooo good!"

Eric, now less inhibited, bent his head to my tits. He sucked. He told me
he thinks he remembers doing so when he was a baby. I recalled how I used
to twirl and fondle his baby cock at the same time he took nourishment from
me. Now we nourished each other on a different level.

"Talk."

"Fuck...I'm fucking you with my cock!" Indeed you are, boy! Talk more,
dirty! "My mother's..." Say it Eric! "My mother's...pussy..."

"Yes baby...its all warm and ready for you!" It slipped in easily and he
soon his natural need took over. "Say your mother is a whore...a slut who
fucks her sons!" He said "I have your cunt! You slut, you bitch" and the
words thrilled me almost to the point of cumming.

His stokes were shy at first but soon enough natural instinct vanquished
shyness as lust took over. He rode me almost like that first boy—he was
17, I was 13 in eighth grade.

I got my middle finger halfway up my son's hot pink hole hoping to extend
his pleasure.

"Don't do that," he said softly.

"Why not honey, don't you like it?" The heat in that part was astonishing.
"Its dirty there."

"Eric honey, doesn't it feel good, even a little?"

"Yes."

"So just enjoy it. You're always very clean, even there, so don't worry." I
pushed deeper and he gasped. Then I added some motherly advice: "Accept the
pleasure your body gives you honey, any part of it. You'll be a better
lover when you fuck girls...or, who knows?... maybe even fuck boys." On the
word "boys" I felt his anus tighten on my finger Maybe that meant something
important?  I probed a little, not with my finger, with a question.

"What if a boy fucked you, Eric? Would you let that happen? Would you like
that? Pretend my finger is Jesse's cock!" Jesse lives across the street and
they do things together. Eric wiggled a bit and pressed into me then gave a
long contented sigh. At the same time his asshole relaxed and opened. The
body talks when the mind can't. I was pleased.

When I removed my finger I brought it to my nose to savor the aroused and
funky aroma of him. Then I put it in my mouth and saw his eyes grow big
with wonder and disbelief.

"That's how much I love you baby: your cock, your asshole, arms and legs
...your pretty face."

He bucked and moments later his sperm jet into me with the all the force of
his strong boyhood.




end part one
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