dodger77
01-01-2007, 11:57 AM
This is just an intro... brainstorm sorta. PLease tell me what you think. I'm very new to this system of forums. Is this story by the way appropriate? I mean legal/illegal wise.. Cause i prefer to abide by the rules. Thanks for your understanding.
CHAPTER 1:
I have always thought of myself as being normal. When i turned of age however, my life changed when i began to take an interest in females. Now by this age, i knew all about how life worked and where babies came from. I didn't need the typical talk from my parents or anything. I was fascinated at women's legs, neck and firm, round breasts. Another dangerous aspect of my sexuality i was into was the only mature woman in my household...
I never really looked at my mother the way i had when i turned of age. I was feeling guilty with the thoughts i was having of my mother. Now... You see... My mother was a rather attractive lady. Brunette like hair, firm 36CC breasts, long sexy legs and a perfect ass that cried out to any man walking by "Plunge your fuck organ me!" Yes... I am serious.
Now, you see i was an only child... It so happened that when i had turned of age, my mother got pregnant. And no! It wasn't me. It was my father. I was excited to hear of my mother's pregnancy. The prospect of a sibling for me was great. This joy did not however distract my mind from my increasing fantasies of groping my mother's breasts, fisting my mother's vagina and even the occassional thought of penetrating her womanhood. I tried to fight off the thoughts, by reminding myself that i am her son. Reminding me that she had tediously pushed me out of her womb and of how she had lovingly weaned me as a baby from motherly breasts. You would think this would be enough to bring me back to reality and to recognise how much of a sin it is. It did not help me at all. In fact, it pressed my mind to explore how sensually taboo it was to impregnate the very womb i came out of.
What made it even harder for me was the continuing growth of my mother's body as she was pregnant with my sibling. Her breasts increased dramatically in size with her areolas
protruding out like tiny marbles from her small shirts. She never replaced her clothes she had to a larger size. She wanted to feel she was herself. That was a great pleasure for me.
I loved every moment of it. I remember as I arrived home from school and find her doing the gardening in the back on a hot day. She asked if i could get her a glass of water for her. After pouring a glass i ran out to give it to her. As i gave her the glass, i notice the budding areolas peeping themselves out from her sweaty shirt. As it was too hot, she did not bother with a bra, so her luscious breasts were free as a bird. She was truly glowing. Oh boy how I wanted to strip her clothes off then and there and plunge my erect manhood into her. What made matters worse was when she had accidently spilt some of the water she was drinking onto her shirt. I then could not take it anymore. I sprinted inside the house, fearing she had noticed my hard erect penis poking out from my body and forming a tent like formation on my crotch.
CHAPTER 2: COMING SOON...
CHAPTER 1:
I have always thought of myself as being normal. When i turned of age however, my life changed when i began to take an interest in females. Now by this age, i knew all about how life worked and where babies came from. I didn't need the typical talk from my parents or anything. I was fascinated at women's legs, neck and firm, round breasts. Another dangerous aspect of my sexuality i was into was the only mature woman in my household...
I never really looked at my mother the way i had when i turned of age. I was feeling guilty with the thoughts i was having of my mother. Now... You see... My mother was a rather attractive lady. Brunette like hair, firm 36CC breasts, long sexy legs and a perfect ass that cried out to any man walking by "Plunge your fuck organ me!" Yes... I am serious.
Now, you see i was an only child... It so happened that when i had turned of age, my mother got pregnant. And no! It wasn't me. It was my father. I was excited to hear of my mother's pregnancy. The prospect of a sibling for me was great. This joy did not however distract my mind from my increasing fantasies of groping my mother's breasts, fisting my mother's vagina and even the occassional thought of penetrating her womanhood. I tried to fight off the thoughts, by reminding myself that i am her son. Reminding me that she had tediously pushed me out of her womb and of how she had lovingly weaned me as a baby from motherly breasts. You would think this would be enough to bring me back to reality and to recognise how much of a sin it is. It did not help me at all. In fact, it pressed my mind to explore how sensually taboo it was to impregnate the very womb i came out of.
What made it even harder for me was the continuing growth of my mother's body as she was pregnant with my sibling. Her breasts increased dramatically in size with her areolas
protruding out like tiny marbles from her small shirts. She never replaced her clothes she had to a larger size. She wanted to feel she was herself. That was a great pleasure for me.
I loved every moment of it. I remember as I arrived home from school and find her doing the gardening in the back on a hot day. She asked if i could get her a glass of water for her. After pouring a glass i ran out to give it to her. As i gave her the glass, i notice the budding areolas peeping themselves out from her sweaty shirt. As it was too hot, she did not bother with a bra, so her luscious breasts were free as a bird. She was truly glowing. Oh boy how I wanted to strip her clothes off then and there and plunge my erect manhood into her. What made matters worse was when she had accidently spilt some of the water she was drinking onto her shirt. I then could not take it anymore. I sprinted inside the house, fearing she had noticed my hard erect penis poking out from my body and forming a tent like formation on my crotch.
CHAPTER 2: COMING SOON...