Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2016 18:35:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Las Vegas <lvnv2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ever Growing Son

The Ever Growing Son 1 of 1
Consensual, Bisexual Incest - Adult/Youth
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Like a lot of divorces, hers was hard. She was left financially secure, but
she and her son were alone in this big, cold, empty house.  Her son hated
it and he would come running and jump in her bed as soon as she was in
it. While it made masturbating impossible, that was not really a sacrifice
as her hand always found its way between her legs when she took her morning
bath.

She knew the 6-year old was lonely, and while she could not give him the
kind of relationship he had with his dad, she could nurture him and let him
know she loved him, and that their bed was safe. Even after she sold that
big house and they moved into something much smaller and cozier, he still
came into her bed, and she still welcomed him.

As he turned 13 she knew their sleeping together would have to stop, but
she had come to depend on their sharing the same bed as much as he. She
loved that now that he was almost as tall as her, that they could
spoon. And they did. Until one morning she awoke to find that the spoon had
turned. He was no longer facing away from her. It was she who had her back
to him, and he who was facing towards her; and she could feel his morning
erection pressed against her ass cheek. That day she told herself no more,
but that day she could not bring herself to tell him to stay in his own
bed, nor turn him away that night when he came to climb into her bed.

Shortly after he climbed into her bed he turned to face her. The top of his
head reached her neck, and his mouth reached the top of her breasts. She
always slept in panties and a spaghetti strap top, and his breath seemed to
be directly on her tits. She tried not to move or moan when he shifted and
his hard-on pressed against her thigh, high up and on the inside so that
the head of his cock was just below where her leg ended, almost to her
cunt.

She was going to turn her back on him, but he put his arm around her and
sleepily said, no, and began rubbing her back, keeping her tits pressed
close to his mouth. His touch was soft, a caress that moistened her
pussy. Whether it was coincidental or intended, he shifted again and his
knee move up hard again her crotch, forcing her leg apart in a way that it
seemed to lock his leg between her legs. As if in an out of body experience
she squeeze her knees together, and he responded by moving his leg ever so
slightly back and forth.

He was rubbing her back one minute and then the next he was rubbing her
stomach. The back of his hand moved up and touched the bottom of her
breast. She loved the feel of his knee, his erection, his breath, his
hand. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out when he crawled between
her legs. She moved her thighs apart and up so that his crotch was pressing
directly into hers. He wiggled and squirmed and she felt him come, felt his
dick soften, felt the wetness of his cum right at the top of her pussy. He
went to sleep.

The next day she told him he was getting too big to share a bed with him
mom and that if someone found out they would make fun of him as a momma's
boy.  She did not mention the shit hitting the fan if her ex found out they
were sharing a bed, or what they were starting to do in that bed.  He
smiled at her and said OK, they would stop...soon. She tried to tell him
that is had stopped, past tense, it was over and last night had been his
last night in her bed.  He smiled and said just one more week. That night
when she went to bed he was already in it. As she climbed into bed she said
to herself, one last night, but I am not going to fuck him.

When she got into bed she was shocked to discover that he was nude. She was
already in bed and he drew her to him and his erection. She tried to talk,
and her lips moved but no words came out.  His cock was pressing into her
stomach, and although he was not as tall as her, he was tall enough. She
realized his cock has some girth to it. He said to her, I don't know what
to do in a little boy's voice as if pleading for help. She was going to say
that it was OK as they were not going to do anything anyway, but instead
she took his cock in her hand and gently stroked it. He came.

She though he was going to cry, perhaps from embarrassment that he had
ejaculated too soon, or perhaps from disappointment that is was over so
fast, but she calmed him by telling him that was normal, and they were just
getting started. She said, let's start by having you learn to eat pussy,
then we can fuck, then I'll suck your dick until you get hard again and we
can fuck again.  Just using those dirty words while talking to her son made
her wet.

She was in the kitchen the next morning when he woke up. She thought it
would be awkward given they had sex almost the entire night. But that was
not the case. He walked up behind her and pressed his erection against the
crack of her ass reminding her that teen boys are always hard. She reached
behind her and took his cock out of his shorts, pulled her skirt up and her
panties down, and bent over the sink. She guided him into her pussy, and
let her ever growing son have himself a morning fuck.