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- Bobby's Mother
-
- "Incest is Best!"
- That's the chant that I heard as a taunt as boys when we
- teased about sex. Most of them had only had sex with their hands
- and pillows and what ever else boys jack off with. We would sit in
- a group in some distant place, whispering our fears more than our
- knowledge. Finally someone would mention Bobby's sister. She had
- big tits and wore tight skirts and was fifteen. That's when we
- would taunt him with 'Incest is Best'.
- Later, each of us would find our secret place; the bathroom,
- bed or closet and jack off thinking about Bobby's sister and
- wishing we were him. We knew just how we would fuck her.
- Bobby's sister was fucked a million times by us in our minds.
- We don't know if Bobby fucked her in his mind or for real. He
- always brushed our comments aside but there was something about his
- lack of conviction that made me wonder.
- Then on hot summer day, I went by Bobby's house to see if he
- wanted to ride bikes down to the river. I knocked on the screen
- door at the kitchen and nothing happened. I could hear the roar of
- the big old box fan that his mother sat in the window to pull air
- in. I knocked again. Just the fan.
- I turned to leave when I heard the funny sound deep inside
- the old house. I listened and I heard it again. It was like a
- gurgle. All kinds of strange and horrible images flashed through
- my boy's mind. Afraid to go in and afraid to leave I knocked again.
- Nothing. Then the gurgling sound.
- I eased the screen door open and stepped inside. On the forth
- step into the kitchen, the floor creaked and I froze. I could just
- see some mad killer bursting into the room and slashing me to bits.
- The sound came again and this time lasted longer. Visions of
- heroics flashed into my adolescent mind as I envisioned rescuing
- Bobby and his family from the wrath of a psycho killer.
- A little braver, I crept into the hall and edged down the dark
- cavern. The roar of the fan was louder. At the edge of a door, I
- hung suspended. The sound was there again and I could hear the
- creak of bed springs. For what seemed like years I edged toward the
- door. Inch by inch I moved my left eye to the edge of the door. I
- don't think I made a noise but inside my mind I heard this loud
- gasp.
- On the bed were two naked, sweating people. Bobby's mother
- lay on her back, her large breasts rolling in waves with the motion
- of the bed. The dark nipples were pointing toward the ceiling. Her
- red fingernails clutched at the round ass that worked between her
- skewed thighs. Her eyes were clamped shut and she gurgled and
- rasped each time the hips between her thighs slammed against her.
- The body on top of her worked back and forth and the bed springs
- creaked with each thrust.
- Here was my first unmasked, naked exposure to passion. I was
- entranced until I looked again. The sounds and smells of sex
- flooded my senses as I watched the hard shaft of a cock piston in
- and out of the drooling cunt. The body on the end of the cock was
- Bobby! He was lost in the throes of passion, fucking his mother!
- Just then, the woman began to jerk and bouce, lifting Bobby
- totally off the bed. Her mouth gaped open and she moaned and
- gasped. Her fingers clutched at Bobby's plunging ass cheeks.
- "Give it to Mamma!" she rasped. "Fuck me hard, Baby!"
- Between their mouth and body noises and the rattle and creak
- of the old bed, I probably could have screamed and they would never
- have heard it. I didn't I was frozen. Wided eyed I stared a the
- final jerks and thrusts and watched them collapse into a wheezing,
- sweating heap.
- The hard-on in my jeans raked across the door facing as I
- finally torn myself away from the scene. Blood was pounding in my
- head and in my dick. I crept back to the screen door and slipped
- out.
- A strange mixture of emotions haunted me for several days. I
- was in possession of a secret that was too large for my years. I
- tired to act the same around Bobby but I wasn't having much luck.
- Finally, one afternoon, while sitting in the bathroom, the picture
- of those two sweating bodies came back and my dick was instantly
- hard. I remembered the smells and sounds and before I could think
- about it, my hand found my cock and I was shooting a load that
- seemed to last forever. As the last few ripples of pleasure coursed
- through me I remembered the violence on the bed as they had done
- the same.
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