Author: sanchohardbottle

The Addams Family Chronicles CH 2 A Grand Idea (PT 3) [Taboo] [Fan Fiction] [NSFW]

About an hour after waking, the family drifted down to the kitchens where Grandma Hester was laying out the plates for breakfast. Fester arrived and slide his bulk into a chair behind the long oaken table. “Morning,” Hester said in her raspy voice, as she dropped a plate in front of him and slathered a spoonful noxious gray sludge onto it. It wriggled slowly. “Mm, morning.” Fester muttered tiredly as he began to shovel forkfuls into his mouth. She was pouring him a cup of thick, oily tea, billowing steam when Morticia arrived, now dressed in her tight black dress and carrying a squirming three year old in her arms.

“Ooooh!” Hester said, tossing her cooking pot casually aside and walking over to her daughter, “how’s my big boy this morning?” She began to tickle his nose with her nubby finger. Pubert smiled back at her. He was dressed in a miniature pinstripe, suite his fine black hair was slicked back, and a tiny, pencil thin mustache curled over his cheeks still plush with baby fat.

“Mmm the little beast wet his bed again last night.” Morticia said fondly.

“Hehe, is that right? Did the little monster wet his bed?” Hester asked, pinching his cheeks. Read more »

The Addams Family Chronicles CH 2 A Grand Idea (PT 2) [Taboo] [NSFW] [Masturbation] [ Fan Fiction] [Voyuer]

Meanwhile elsewhere in the house, others were waking. In her bedroom Wednesday’s eyes parted slowly. She was naked save for a pair of black panties and as she sat up, her pigtails fell over the orbs of her pallid, peach sized breasts. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed she rose and examined the room. Clothing was still scattered across the floor and the candles beside her bed were burnt down to piles of wax.

She looked down and examined herself. Running her finger along her inner thigh and looked dispassionately down at the drops of viscous white cum slowly drying on her leg. Silently she crossed the room to a long shelf that ran along the wall covered with glass vials. She selected an empty one, uncorked it and proceeded to drag it up her body, collecting as much of it as she could. Holding the bottle up to her face, she saw it was about half full of mingled semen and vaginal juices. That’d do. Read more »

The Addams Family Chronicles CH 2 A Grand Idea (PT 1) [Taboo] [Fan Fiction] [NSFW]

Morning dawned grim and gray and the Addams clan stirred slowly from its fitful slumber. Gomez was up with the sun, and he slipped out of bed and into his long robe silently, while the rest of the family was still waking. He pushed open the glass door that led to the adjacent balcony, stepped out and surveyed the grounds.

From this vantage point, he could see across the whole expanse of the property. The sprawling ancestral cemetery, the putrid swampland rife with quicksand and dead trees, the treacherous ravine, the acres and acres of wasted earth, choked with rocks and weeds. He took a deep breath of thick, fetid air and sighed contentedly. He heard the faint pop of knuckles cracking at his side and felt a soft tug on the cuff of his silk pajama bottoms. Looking down he saw the family’s faithful hand Thing, perched on its fingertips by his slippered foot. “Good morning old man.” Read more »

The Addams Family Chronicles CH 1 Night Sounds [NSFW] [Fan Fiction] [Taboo] [Voyeur]

Note: I do not own these characters. No copyright infringement is intended. My inspiration for this story are 1990s films The Addams Family and Addams Family Values.

High atop its hill, beyond the tombstones the ancient Addams mansion sat. Beneath a Dark, starless night sky it rested, though it did not rest easy. A thousand sounds disturbed the silence. Mice scurried beneath the floorboards and spiders worked busily on their webs. The house creaked and settled on itself. Deep in the bowels of the old house, the behemoth butler Lurch snored steadily in bed, loud enough to shudder the walls of his cramped quarters. The soft flick of old book pages came from the chambers beside the kitchens, where Grandma Addams sat up, pouring over a faded copy of Gray’s Anatomy by dancing candlelight. In the greenhouse, there was a crunching, gnawing, as the giant flytraps feasted on their squirming dinner. Read more »

The Talk PT 7 (NSFW, incest, M/s)

He rose up from the floor and took a few steps until he was close enough that she could take his hands and squeeze them. She looked up at him with an ecstatic bliss, an eagerness to please and be pleased that was almost alarming. “Christopher, would you like to try putting your penis into my vagina now?” She said in a hushed voice. He could see a wild glimmer in her eyes that was infectious. He’d almost forgotten his own raging hardon in the excitement but he felt it now, throbbing madly, standing stiffly at attention. He nodded without speaking.
She nodded back, “Ok, get up on the bed darling.” She was scooting her self up to the top. He followed her, crawling on his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. She lie back on the pillows and spread her legs enough for him to kneel between them. Her pussy lips were simmering and open. He felt like a truck full of nitroglycerine driving a curvy, bumpy road. He was thrilled and terrified at one. A nagging doubt stirred in his head.
“Wait, mom?”
“What is sweetie?”
“Well…isn’t this…couldn’t you get…you know, pregnant?”
Helen smiled. “Don’t worry about it Christopher. Mommy takes pills that keep her from getting pregnant. And maybe later I can show you about condoms…but for now just have fun.” She reached down and took his shaft into her hands, pulling him in closer to her. He leaned forward placing his hands on either side of her. She place one hand softly on the cheeks of his bottom, with the other she pulled back his foreskin, exposing his engorged pink tip. She rubbed it along her lit smoothly. “Get it nice and wet first” She whispered. “Then push it in.” She pushed his butt with her hand and he followed her lead, finding himself inching his way inside of her.
The warmth, and the tightness and moisture was astounding. For a horrific moment he was certain it would all end there. He would wake p in his own bed, cu dipping down his cock. She must have seen the alarm on his face because she swatted playfully at his tush. “Focus sweetie. Look right at my face, and just keep pushing in as far as you can. As deep as it’ll go, til’ you can feel your little balls on my butt.” Taking a deep breath he slid in deeper to her, groaning a little as he did. Her eyes bulged and shined with delight.
“That’s right Honey, all the way back in….mmmm it’s so good to have you back in me Baby, you have no idea…How’s it feel for you?”
“Feels good…feels so good mom…you’re so wet, and tight….oh god”. He went deeper into her, until he felt his testicles land on her ass. He held still then just looking into her face, warmth spreading over his loins, up into his belly and chest.
“This, is called missionary position Baby, it’s a nice easy one to start off with….pull your penis back ot til’ it’s right at the tip and then push it back in again, just like that. Take it very slow to start and if you get too excited slow down and tell me.”
“Al-alright…” Christopher managed to stammer. He slid himself back out, just as she said so that his tip was just barely in her still then thrust back in. “Mmmm…whoa!” He moaned.
“Keep going, harder Sweetie.” He pulled out once more and plowed in again, harder this time. She shook and her eyes closed, “you got it…mmm, that’s right.”
He rocked back and forth, his ass rising and falling steadily, her head laying on it to steady him. The bed began to creak as his speed slowly increased. He started to pant, and he could feel sweat creeping down his back. Helen closed her eyes, her head rolling bac. “Oh yes….oh yes…mmmmm, oh you’re my good baby, my sweet baby, fuck mommy….yes….get in deep honey.”
The bed was starting to shake now, and Christopher heard a soft ‘thwap! thwap! thwap! of his balls colliding with her body. He looked down between his legs to see and felt her hand swat his backside again. She put her hand on his cheek and turned his face back up. “Keep looking at me, keep watching my face.” She coached, panting, her cheeks a ruddy color, sweat forming on her forehead. His hips moved in a steady rhythm and she began to thrust hers up in sync with his, fucking him back. Without being aware he was doing it he started to groan. A low and constant growling sound.
“Uurrrmmmmmrrrr, uh, uhmmmm!”
“Harder! Deeper!”
His thrusts became more pronounced; the thwapping sound became a “THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!’ The headboard banged lightly on the wall. He felt a pressure lurking in his body, like a water balloon reaching its stretching point as it feels with water. Suddenly Helen’s Breasts heaved out. Her eyes opened wide as dinner plates then wrenched back shut. Christopher felt clenching tightness around his cock and she squeezed his butt cheeks fiercely.
She opened her mouth but it hung here in silence for nearly five seconds before making any sound. “Hhhg! Hmm! Hmm!HHHMM!….Aw! oh my little angel… that’s so good!”
“Mom….I’m…feeling like…I may…..” It was hard to speak, hard to think. The desire to cum and the desire to keep going and the awesome joy of watching her orgasm roll over her face were too much. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. “Slow down!” she breathed. “Slow down…pull out baby, don’t cum!”
Holding his breath, and closing his eyes tightly he stopped his movements. He took a very deep breath and when he thought he could move again he pulled his cock out of her. It pulsed tensely, red and swollen, shinning with her juices. He fell down squarely on the bed, his mind a blur. In the blink of an eye Helen was up on all fours and turning herself around so that she faced the headboard. “Kept up behind me, and put your hands on my hips Christopher.” She ordered sternly but not without tenderness. With some effort he was able to do as she told, getting to his knees and grabbing her waist just above her ass. He cock seemed to form a bridge between them, he could make out the wet cleft of her pussy beneath her. She looked back over her shoulder at him.
“This position is called doggystle, you see my labia sticking out under my bum?”
He nodded vigorously. “Good, now take your penis and push it back in, hold onto my hips while you do.”
With one hand on her, and the other at the base of his shaft to guide him, he found his way into her. As he thrust in her head bobbed backwards. “mmm yeah, just like that…this is one of mommy’s favorite positions…” He felt the muscles of her vag tightening around his dick, almost massaging him and he went back into the wonderful wet heat. He was able to watch himself go into her. He pulled back out as he had before, all the way to the tip and then thrust back. Helen started to moan again, as she wiggled her ass against his cock, heaving back as he went forwards.
“Oh! OH! OH! Shit yeah! OH yeah, mommy feel like such a fucking whore getting fucked on my knees like this! Oh!”
This took Christopher aback. He paused and considered what she’d said. Helen looked over her shoulder, her face strained and sweaty. “It’s ok baby,” she panted, ”mommy likes the dirty feeling. It feels so good to be bad. Keep going, oh please keep going.” He smiled and nodded in understanding and resumed, moving his hands down off her thighs and onto her ass. The bed began to shake again. The headboard rocked against the wall, and the mattress gave its exhausted creak.
“I’m such a bad fucking Mother!” Helen cursed, her voice sounded elated though. “mmmmyea! Sucha whore mom, letting my son fuck me! Eeh! Slap mommy’s ass honey!”
“Huh?”
“MMMM, slap my ass while you fuck me! Mmm just like used to spank you when you were a bad boy, spank me sweetheart!”
Shrugging a little, straining with effort and breathing fast as he plunged in and out of her, Christopher brought his hand up and brought it down on the firm round flesh of is mother’s ass. It made a satisfying sound. Helen yelped, and then giggled, “Mmm yes! Again baby! Harder! I’m so fucking bad!” She thrust herself back into him harder, her pussy slamming against the base of his shaft. Grinning he pulled back his had brought it down again, harder but still not hard enough to actually hurt her. She squeaked again.
“EE! HEHEHE! MMM! OOO! OOO! UUUUUUH!”
He was speeding up, his hips seeming to have a will of they entire floor shook. He was making that slow, low growling sound again, breathing very hard. An eruption was imminent. Sensing this, Helen stopped moving. She held up a hand. “Stop!” She ordered. Christopher forced himself to a halt. He ran his hand across his face to wipe away sweat. His eyes kept opening and closing. He was so close. Another five seconds and he would have been over the edge. He remained totally still for nearly a full minute, before sliding back out of her. She crawled forward slowly, letting her son slip easily out of her. Her ass wiggled and he stared at her longingly, feeling cold outside of her.
Helen was taking quick shallow breaths. “Up for one more?” She asked, her eyes moving from his to his cock. He nodded slowly, his mouth hanging open, sucking in air, wanting to be backside. She nodded back at him and began to crawl around the bed. “Sit down Honey with your back to the head rest.” She tapped the spot on the mattress. He hunkered down; moving his thighs awkwardly to keep from sitting on is balls. From beside him, Helen took hold of his legs. She pushed is right leg right leg straight down and bent left and planted it to let him keep his balance. She got to her knees and rested her hands on his shoulders.
“This one is called ‘the basket’ Sweetheart. Just sit still, I’m gonna get on top of you.” She hefted herself up and swung her leg over him. Keeping one hand on his shoulder, she gripped his penis with the other, angling it right, before impaling herself on him. He watched her envelope him gradually, the fantastic warmth taking him in. She brushed his cheek, “look at me Honey”, she whispered. He looked up into her face. Their eyes met as she lowered herself. Finally she touched down landing on his lap. She shuddered. He was deep; deep inside of her he could feel. Hey stand there like that for a moment, just looking into each other’s faces, listening to each other breath. Her muscles started to squeeze his shaft tighter then ever. Contacting and relaxing, coaxing him. She took hold of his hands and laid them on her breasts, “Mmmm, touch me sweetheart, touch me all over while I ride you.”
She started to move. Squatting on the balls of her feet, she began to lift herself, halfway up the length of him then thrusting herself back down, taking him back in slowly. His hands glided over her tits, over her sides, down and onto her hips. He held them, pulling her deeper into her and she moved herself up and down. He watched her face, her mouth open, smiling playfully, eyes shining, cheeks flushed. She was breathing loudly, making grunting noises. “hmm, mmmm, uuf!” He held her hips firmly, feeling every inch of her body when she took him in. She reached a hand down between her legs and played her finger on her clit. With the other hand she pulled him into her chest. “Suck on mommy’s tits baby.” She murmured.
Obligingly he took her nipple into his mouth, He his teeth pressed down and he suckled on it. ”Mmm” he hummed. Helen clutched him to her chest as she moved faster. “Awwwwww, ooooh, oh god baby! Suck on me just like you used to….oh my angel…I love riding your beautiful cock….how’s my pussy feel?”
“Mom…you’re so warm…I love it…I love being in you…oh god you move sooo goood!” He muttered from around her breast. Helen kept rubbing her clit as she rode him, and with her free hand she reached beneath her and took hold of is testicles. She was squeezing them, fondling them, needing her fingers. Christopher groaned. “UUUUUHGH!” He began to make soft whining sounds, his breath getting hard. Moving his hand up her back, he found it coated with sweat. She’d clutch her vagina down around her his cock as she pulled up further and pushed back down faster. She was starting to whine and squeak again.
“Aaah…..uuuuhh….mmm…mmm…oooh, oh! Aaaaah! AAAAAH!” She was spearing herself on him now, his head held in a vice lock against her bosom as she tensed and relaxed her hand on his balls. Christopher was so filled, so electris his face contorted. His eyes wrenched shut. “MMMMMN Mom….I’m…Oh god, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum!”
“Uh! Uh!, Oh come inside me Honey! Shoot into me… I love you so so much….Uhhh!”
It happened all at once. Helen squeezed his testicles sending immense and fantastic pressure though his body. Christopher Shot his load out and up into her. Helen reached her own crescendo, screaming as she shuddered in orgasmic oblivion.
“Ooooh! Oooh! Ooooh! God!”
“AAAAAW! HUH! HUH!”
When it was over they both stayed motionless for an instant their bodies tense and tight. Then Helen relaxed and rested her body. She leaned forwards and put her lips on his. Her tongue was inside is mouth and she was kissing him and he was kissing her back. With some effort she was able to disentangle herself from him. As she pulled off, Christopher noticed leak of semen from her body. It oozed down her slit, onto her thighs as she settled next to him laying her head back and heaved a huge sigh. He was exhausted. Already his eyes felt heavy. But he wanted to look at her for a while longer. His lover. His mother. He’d been inside her twice in his mother’s vagina twice in is life. More than most boys could say. He smiled tiredly at the thought.
Blindly she reached out and clutched his hand. He held hers back and held it tight. She looked over at him and smiled that mischievous, knowing little grin of hers. “Christopher Honey, I hope you have a better grip on the birds and bees now. I’m so glad we had this talk.”
“Oh mom, I’m so lucky to have a mother like you…thank you…for everything. I love you.”
She squeezed his hand. “Any time my angel. I love you too. Remember what I said, when your father gets back from his trip, all this is forgotten right? This chat stays between us okay?”
Christopher nodded. “Yeah mom, just between us.”
“So…did I answer all of your questions?” She tweaked his nose playfully and Christopher giggled. “Mmmhmm, you did. It makes so much more sense now mom.”
Helen placed a hand on his chest. “Well….if you ever have any others or if you just need someone to talk to about all this….I’m always here. Mommy’s always here to talk.”
He nestled his face into her and closed his eyes as she petted his head. She was asleep in her arms a moment later. Read more »

The Talk PT 6 (NSFW, Incest, M/s)

He pushed the door open and was hit by a wave of steam. Peering through he could make out Helen’s silhouette through the curtain; she was humming lowly to herself. He moved quickly to the toilet. Despite all that had happened being in the bathroom while his mother showered made him feel like a peeping tom. Glancing over his shoulder he let his stream out, feeling instant relief as he did. He felt very exposed in that moment, and he oddly hopped Helen wasn’t watching. He held himself in a way so as to cover the shaft of his cock, which was still tender in his fingers.
As if she had been reading his mind, as Christopher was shaking the last few drops from his body he heard Helen’s voice behind him.
“Christopher, Honey?”
He turned his head towards he voice. She had pulled the curtain back, and Christopher could see her in her full glory. Skin dripping, hair pushed back, suds visible on her breasts. His eye widened a bit but he tried to not seem taken aback.
“Yeah Mom?”
“Do you wanna hop in with me and clean up?”
His eyes must have widened even further she smiled a little broader. He took two nervous steps towards her. “Oh, um, sure I guess.”
She waved him in, “come on in then”. She stepped aside to make room and a moment later he was gliding under the hot stream of water. He turned his face up to the faucet. “Hmmmmmm” He sighed. He shook his head and felt some of his faculties returning more. When he looked back at Helen he was transfixed by her wet, soapy body. She was running a pink loofah over herself, cleaning her neck and chest. “Been a little while since you and I took a bath together eh mister?” She said, scrubbing herself.
Christopher gave a nervous laugh. For a moment or so he just watched her as she cleaned. Moving the puff down her belly, and thighs, inside the cleft of her pubic region, and then around and between her cheeks. At last he bent over and picked up his own “Old Spice” hair and body wash. As he pushed the lid open Helen held out her hand to his.
“Why don’t you let me Sweetie?” She said, sipping the bottle from her finger and squeezing a gob of the blue gel into her palm.
“That’s ok mom, you don’t have too.” Christopher protested feebly.
“No, no, I don’t mind Honey.” She said getting closer to him now. She rubbed her palms together and set them on his chest. “I use to do this all the time remember.” She set her hands on his chest and let them slither over him. Her fingers moved deftly over her skinny body, lubricating him with soap. “You don’t have to be so shy you know.” She said, lather her arms and shoulders. “I’m your mother dear, you don’t have to be so embarrassed being naked with me. We’re just learning about the birds and the bees, that’s all. There isn’t anything bad about it.” She reached around him and began to wash his back. She her wet, slippery nude body was about an inch away from his. Christopher felt the tingle returning to his groin. He wanted badly to wrap his arms around her, feel her pressed against him, but he stood motionless.
“I know that mom. All this, it’s been really amazing. I understand so much more now.” He said, feeling his face getting hot as she slide her soapy hands over his bottom. “It’s just, I dunno. It’s hard to describe.” Helen squeezed more of the gel into her palms and began to slide them up his thighs.
“Try to Christopher. You can tell me anything remember?” Her fingers squirmed over her penis and testicles, fondling them as she as she washed them. Christopher shook a little, as the blood began to rapidly return to that area.
“Well… it’s weird…it’s like, doing this, being here, naked with you, touching you…you touching me, it seems kinda bad. Like we’re doing something dangerous or wrong but…it’s a good feeling? Like the wrongness makes it right…maybe I’m just weird, I dunno.”
“Oh Christopher no, you aren’t weird.” Helen said, wrapping her arms around him. Christopher instinctively put his around her as well, resting them on the small of her back. “I know exactly what you mean. It’s a very normal thing to feel when you explore sexuality. It’s an exciting feeling. Like you’re being naughty right?”
Christopher nodded. His hands started to slip down her back and held her ass. She didn’t seem to notice. “I remember, when I was about you’re age… there was a neighbor. He was older than me…he was very handsome and athletic. I use to watch him mowing his parent’s lawn with his shirt off, swimming in his pool…. I’d get very excited and I would touch myself. And when I did that it felt very bad, like I was being nasty or dirty, but that just made it feel even more exciting. It’s confusing baby I know, but if you enjoy it don’t worry about it ok?”
She looked down into his eyes, pressed against him, stroking his back as the water fell on their heads. He could have stayed in that moment forever, clinging to her. Finally He said. “I think I understand, I love you mom.”
“I love you to Christopher. Very, very much.” She lightly kissed his forehead. She then looked down between their bodies, a mischievous smile creeping up the corners of her lips. “Oh hello.”
Christopher looked at her for one confused instant then figured it out. Glancing down he saw his half erect cock pushing against her leg. “Oh! Hehe!” He took a quick step back.
“Looks like someone is recovered.” She leaned over and around him and turned the water off. “I forgot how quickly boys your age can recuperate…you feel up to talking some more sweetie?”
“Yes please mom.”
“Alright, let’s head back to the room.” She said, stepping out of the tub and grabbing a towel. As he stepped out after her she ruffled his hair with the towel playfully. Laughing, he took it from her and patted himself off. She dried her own hair then led him back into the bed. As he walked he felt himself getting harder by the second.
When they reached the bedroom Christopher stood by the door and watched his mother sit down at the foot of he bed. “So, we had started with oral sex, we could keep going with that if you like.”
“You mean, another Blowjob mom?” Christopher asked, his voice optimistic.
Helen shook her head. “Uh-uh, I was thinking you should learn about cunnilingus sweetie. That’s when you’d use your mouth to pleasure me. A lot of boys and men don’t ever really bother with it or at least learn how to do it right, but if you do most women love it.” She patted the bed beside her. Christopher sat down next to her and casually place his hand n her leg. She put hers over it. “So, you kneel down at the foot of bed between my legs and I’ll show you what to do ok?”
Christopher scooted off the edge of the bed as Helen spread her legs further. He crept between them. “Now get in close.” She encouraged. He leaned in slightly. Helen chuckled “it doesn’t has teeth dear, come in and get a look.” Her hand laced into his hair and nudged him inwards until his face was about two inches from her slit. He could smell the juices flowing from her, mingled with the fresh scent of the shower. He eyed it eagerly.
“To start off with baby, I want you to kiss around it. Kiss my thighs and my mound, tease me a bit.” She said, releasing his head just a little to let him move. He began the task, opening his mouth and leaving delicate kisses on her smooth legs and her lips. His tongue would quickly spring out and lick at her occasionally. She steered his head, “very good, now take out your tongue, and run it all the way up my slit to the very top. Get a nice taste of me.”
Christopher did as he was told, extending her tongue and putting it inside of her and moving it upwards. The taste was salty and sweet at once. His mouth and nostrils filled with it and he took hold of her thighs as he relished it. She ruffled his hair, “Not too fast, remember we have all the time we need…mmmm, how do I taste hone?”
He looked up at her and whispered “amazing”. He ran his tongue up her again for good measure. She held his head more firmly again. “Ok, now take your lips, and put them over my clit, then just suck on it, move your mouth back and forth.”
As instructed he found the pink little pearl and laid his mouth over it. He began to suckle, his lips undulating back and forth as he did, gripping her thighs more tightly for support. He heard a soft, muffled coo from above and Helen held his head harder. “Aw. mmmh, yes, just like that. Now. Take your tongue sweetheart… and push it down nice and hard.”
His tongue slithered out of his mouth and settled against her. Helen squirmed a little and made a squeaking sound. She pushed him deeper into her body and when she spoke he could hardly hear her through her legs in his ears. “oooh, that’s right, now just pushing it down, and move it in a nice little circle darling. Be sure to hold my legs still, I’m going to try to move, but it’s better if I stay as still as possible”
Christopher pressed his fingers down into her legs as hard as he dared as he began to wiggle his tongue in a circle. The effect on her was immediate and drastic. He could feel her body twitching and trembling, could hear her breathing becoming heavy. Her grip on his head was locking him in place. After a moment she began to moan.
“Awww, ooooh, aw! Oh god! Oh that’s it baby keep going, oh keep going…you’re doing so good Christopher.” He paused for a moment to glance up at her face and instantly Helen was tugging on his hair. “Don’t stop!” She urged breathily, “Oh stop Honey, you do that so well…you’re father never eats my pussy this good, oooooh, could you finger me a little?”
It took a second to guess what she meant, but one he did Christopher shifted his position, careful to keep his lips sealed to her as he lifted one hand from her leg and slowly let his index finger creep inside her vagina.
“Mhn! Shit!” Helen squeaked. “mmhmm, and your middle finger baby, just…slide them both in and move them in and out…fast…oh keep licking me Honey.”
His palm turned up, he pushed both fingers into her as she told him to. He started to pump them in and out, getting faster as he did, his lips and tongue still dancing on her clit. She seemed t get wetter by the second, his fingers slipping in and out of her with ease. Christopher was breathing hard through his nose, his chin soak with her secretions. His arm and neck were straining with effort as he carried on, building in tempo as he did with manic attention.
“Oh Christopher! That’s it! Keep going, please…mommy’s almost there!” Her body was like shuddering, he voice soft and high. In that instant he felt a sudden change. She seemed at one second to go limp and in the next buck he hips violently and she let go of his haed. In response, fueled by instinct and lust, he shoved his fingers as hard and far into her as he could. Helen Howled.
“OH! OH! OOOH! MMMH, HA! HA!”
Before he knew what was what Christopher’s mouth and face was drenched with a warm, clear, gush of liquid. It flooded his chin, splashed down over his chest, filling his vision. For a spit second he thought madly She’s peeing on me! What the hell?!
He fell backwards, resting on his palms and gazing up in something between fear and amazement. Helen was lying back on the mattress now, panting. He hands balled into fists in the sheets. There was a dark wet patch on the bedspread between her legs and drops on the rug below. Christopher stayed there in silence, breathing, watching, thrilled but also afraid he’d hurt her. After a moment Helen raised he head and looked at him. Her expression was one of love and awe. “Oh my god!” She said softly. “Jesus Christopher, do you know what you just did?… you made me ejaculate.”
He stared at her in confusion. He managed to heft her self up into a sitting position tiredly. Christopher could see we was still shacking a little. “Your father has never done that….” She smiled at him in profound disbelief. “Sorry I didn’t warn you…I wasn’t expecting it…” She looked down at the wet mess around her and laughed embarrassedly.
“What, what is it?” He finally asked, when he was convinced she wasn’t hurt or upset. He was beginning to feel proud of himself. Dad’s never done it?!
“Well…it’s a little hard to explain, I don’t know a lot about it myself, but when a woman is very, very aroused and being stimulated in both her clitori and her vagina and she relaxes enough, she releases a rush of liquid from her urethra…not all women can do it…. I’ve only ever done it twice before and that was by myself…. You did real good Honey.” She said and giggled again, as she look at the light puddle around her bottom. Christopher blushed and shrugged, grinning childishly.
She beckoned him with her finger “Comere.”

The Talk PT 5

Christopher gaped at her. He’s heard the term thrown around by boys at school always in a raunchy joke or in a hushed tone. He never thought it would someday leave his mother’s lips in front of him. He understood the concept vaguely.
“Sure, isn’t it when a girl puts a boy’s dick –sorry, er- penis, in her mouth?” he suggested.
“That’s the basic idea, but a lot can go into it. Would you like to give it a try?”
“You’d do that mom?!” he looked at her aghast. “I never thought of that being the sort of thing mom’s did. I mean it just seems kinda…I dunno,”
“Dirty?” Helen suggested.
“Well…yeah. Just…not something you’d do.”
Helen grinned. “Sweetie, remember hat I keep saying, there is nothing dirty about sex. Oral sex isn’t a bad thing that only bad people do. It’s something lots and lots of people enjoy. Me included. As you get older you’re going to want to try things, and you ought to have an idea of what you like. Also….” She trailed off, running her had down his cheek.
“What is it mom?”
“Well…. you’re very excited dear and boys your age, who haven’t done much of this kind of thing before, typically don’t take very long to have an orgasm. I just think that if we can relieve a little of that pressure now we might make you last a bit longer later if you want me to show you…. some other stuff.” She tapped his nose playfully. Christopher giggled. “So whatcha say baby? Want me to give you a blowjob?” She was rubbing his chest softly through his shirt. He had the lightheaded feeling again.
“Yes mom, please.”
Her smile broadened in a devilish way. “Well, then you better take your shorts and shirt off dear.”
She shifted into a sitting position, as Christopher shifted up as well, pulling his dark T-shirt off. He hooked his thumbs around the elastic of his shorts and went to tug them down but when he glanced up at Helen he paused. He wasn’t to getting naked front of people let alone his mother. Part of him, the part still not entirely sure all of this was even real, had expected her to look away. Instead he was watching him carefully. He tittered a little, blushing.
“Come on Christopher don’t be shy. I’ve seen all of you before remember?”
Shrugging a little, Christopher tugged down his boxers over his pulsing erection and dropped them on the rug by his other clothes. His adolescent member all six inches, uncut tip dripping with pre-cum, jutted up from a nest of downy pubic hair. His balls hung low and swollen by his buttocks. He looked from it to Helen. She regarded it with an almost hungry stare.
“How’s it look?” He asked. “Is it normal? Like, big enough?”
“Sweetie,” Helen said, creeping over his legs and kneeling in front of him. Her fingers slid around it calmly and smoothly, almost teasing it with her touch, “It’s perfect. Just right for a boy your age. Now you just lay back and relax, if you like something or want more of something just tell me.”
“Okay,” He muttered in an exasperated whisper. Helen leaned down slowly, keeping eye contact with him as she did. When she was face to face with his cock she opened her mouth and began to kiss it leisurely up the shaft. Each time her wet mouth landed it made Christopher shake. When she reached the tip, she pulled his foreskin down bit-by-bit, exposing his engorged head, swollen and slick. Keeping her eyes on his she kissed it lightly, then let her tongue out and ran it around the rim before lowering her soft lips around it.
“Oh!” Christopher murmured. He could hear a faint sucking sound as Helen’s lips took him in. Her tongue seemed to dance around it. Her hand gripped his steadfastly and began to move up and down. “Oh wow! Oh wow! Oh god!” Christopher cried. His face contorted and his head rolled back, his eyes shut. It was unlike any sensation he’d ever known. Her mouth was warm and wet and titillating. He heard a soft, muffled chuckle rom between his legs.
“Is that nice dear?” Helen asked. Her hand slipped up and down his shaft.
“Uh-huh.” Christopher mumbled, his hands searching for something to hold. Laughing to herself, Helen lowered her mouth once more, bobbing her head up and down. Her hand wrapped around his testicles and began to massage them. She came up briefly and regarded it. “Let’s see if I can still do this…” she whispered to herself, before lowering her entire mouth onto him. He watched with awe as she went lower and lower, taking the whole of him into her mouth, until her lips touched the base of his scrotum and the tip of his cock was enveloped in the back of her throat. She held this for a moment before coming back up, slurping as she did. She smiled proudly, raising her eyebrows at him.
“Whoa! That was amazing mom!” Christopher said, momentarily distracted from her hand still pumping at his organ. “I haven’t done that in years. It’s called deep-throating. Takes a little practice.” She winked and leaned down lower, now wrapping her lips around his testicle.
“AW…ssshit!” Christopher cried. He clapped his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. “S-sorry mom…” He stammered.
“That’s ok baby, it’s alright to swear a little under the circumstances.“ She said before sucking on his ball again. Her tongue pushed and played with his sac, as if she her making out with it. With her free hand she reached up and took his, placing it on her breast. “Play with my tits a little while I do this honey.”
Taking her advice, he cupped her boob, rolling his thumb around his nipple. He felt something building. A pent up, unexploded bomb waiting to detonate in his balls that he recognized. “Mmmh! Mom…I think…I’m gonna…” He stammered. She pulled herself off of him quickly.
“Hang on a sec baby.” She said, hoping off of the bed. Christopher was bewildered as she steered his legs around s that he was laying sideways, his feet touching the floor. “Huh?!” was all he could manage to say. His face was flushed. He was right at the edge.
“Just relax.” She said, falling to her knees at the side of the bed. Instead of taking him into her mouth when she leaned over with, she wrapped both breasts around his shaft and squeezed them tightly together. She started to move them up and down vigorously. “Go ahead sweetie, cum for mommy….mmmm do you like mommy’s nice big titties on your hard cock baby?” She whispered.
His response was a deep, deep groan. He felt a rush similar to those he’d felt before but far beyond. It started down in his thighs, surging upwards. He felt his buttocks clench shut, his heart racing wildly, his eyes wrenching closed. “Uuuuuuh!” He could feel the warm rush over take his cock as he shot a long white rocket of cum from his tip. It seemed to go on shooting for whole minutes as he lay on the bed, he face a red sweaty mess with hair plastered to it, panting.
When he opened his eyes and looked at her Helen was beaming her eyes sparkled and he could see shining patches of his spunk glistening across her skin. It decorated her neck and chin, dribbled over and between, her breasts, and little splotch had landed directly on her cheek. He was astonished by how much of it there was. She rested her hands on his thighs.
Somebody sure was wound up.” She said. “Did you like that darling?”
He exhaled slowly. “Mom…that was…. like heaven…. you do that to Dad?” He asked, lifting his head weakly up from the mattress to look at her.
Helen shrugged, “sometimes sweetie. Though I don’t often titty-fuck him and I’ve never deep throated him.”
Even as he lay there having just been on the receiving end of one of her blowjobs, the mental image of his mother sucking on his father’s penis seemed totally incredulous to Christopher. He knew of course that in theory his parents must have had sex to have had him. But up until today he never could’ve imagined it.
“He’s so freakin’ lucky!” he muttered.
Helen chuckled, “well thank you. That means a lot. Tell you what, why don’t you rest up a little; I’m going to hop in he shower and get cleaned up. You just relax, okay dear?”
“Ok mom.” Christopher murmured tiredly as he went about the colossal task of shifting his feet back into the bed. His flaccid penis hung tenderly and limly between his thighs over the sheets, dripping with the last remnants of cum and his mother’s saliva. Helen walked out into the hall, not bothering with her robe. As she went through the door she paused, turning to offering him an affectionate wink and t blow him a kiss. Smiling Christopher winked back and raised his hand weakly in a catching motion. He then watched her bare ass disappear around the corner.
As he lay alone in the bedroom he sighed contentedly. Looking down, he regarded he regarded the wet, drained limb between his legs and shook his head in disbelief. In his mind’s eye he could still see Helen’s mouth wrapped around it. Faintly he heard the water in the bathroom go on. He rolled over and pressed is head against her pillow, breathing in the beloved scent of her hair.
Lying therefore a moment or two, he was suddenly struck by an urge, a familiar pressure in his lower stomach. He managed to shift out of the bed, groaning as he did and shuffle in a almost drunken stagger to the door. When he poked his head into the hall way, he gave his nakedness a fleeting glance before shrugging and walking lightly towards the bathroom.
Helen had left the door ajar a crack. He stood in awkward consideration of whether or not to knock, feeling the pressure build. Finally he wrapped his knuckles on the door.
“Christopher? Sweetie what is it?” Helen’s voice called from within.
“I have to pee mom.” He said shuffling his feet.
“Oh, ok come in.”

The Talk PT 4 (NSFW, Incest, M/s)

Christopher stared back at her. He could feel his heart rattling his teeth. He nodded. “Sure…if you don’t mind.”
Helen shook her head. “I don’t mind dear. I know you’re curious. Come’re” she arched her finger at him in a come-hither motion. He scuttled up the mattress. He realized how ridiculous he must look, scurrying on his knees with a boner hard enough to tear through steel, wearing a “Star Wars” T-shit and classic car boxer shorts, but he didn’t care. So much of this moment felt ridiculous and the part of him that felt any shame about it was not in control.
When he reached her stomach he stopped and knelt pensively before her. “Hold out your hands baby” she directed. Obediently he held out his hands in front of his chest as though he was about to play an invisible piano. They were shaking.
Helen reached out with her own hands and took his. Her fingers soothingly rubbed his palms. “Now sweetie, I know you’re very excited, but I want you to just relax and let your fingers explore my body. Be gentle and don’t rush. Take as long as you like. We have all the time in the world. Ready?”
“Mmmhmm” Christopher murmured, staring at his hands as Helen slowly lowered them towards her breasts. He felt a twinge of fear. “If, I don’t do it right…?” he started to say but Helen shook her head. “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. We’re just doing this to help you learn about my body, so there is no wrong. Just remember to go slow, be tender and if I tell you to stop doing something just stop. Ok?” He nodded, reassured.
She placed his hands on the tops of her breasts. “Go ahead sweetie, have fun and satisfy your curiosity.” Christopher took a deep breath and held it for a moment, before moving his fingers. Cautiously, meticulously, he brushed his hands over every inch of her. Starting at the top he felt his way smoothly over her breasts, tracing her areolas with the tips of his fingers, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. He found his way over her smooth shoulders, down her arms, to the back of her hands. This is wrong he thought to himself, She’s you’re mother. It isn’t normal to touch her like this. It isn’t normal to enjoy touching her like this. But he did. Oh but he did!
He continued his journey down her form. Feeling her midriff, toned by years of yoga. His fingers brushed her naval, her hips and her thighs. He investigated the curves of her legs. After a second of consideration, he ran his hands down her butt cheeks. At last her came to her mound. Very carefully he brought his hand over her sex, barely touching it as it went. He could feel the soft fur of her pubic hair, the radiating warmth and the slick dampness of her lips.
As he made his inch-by-inch tour of Helen’s body, Christopher kept glancing up at her for assurance. She’d look from his hands to his face and when she did he could see a fondness in her gaze that reminded him of the times he’d brought home straight A report cards or prize winning essays. After what felt like hours, running his hands over every part of her she reached down and gingerly took his hand by the wrist. “Alright, let’s review a little” she said.
She led his hand up and placed it so it neatly cupped her left breast. “What’s this?” She asked.
“Your breast.’ Christopher said instantly.
“Mmmhmm, and this?” she guided his hand so that his fingers touched her nipple.
“Nipple and your areola?” he answered.
“Very good,” she steered his hand and laid it squarely on her mound. “And what is all this called?”
Christopher paused for a moment, then said. “Vulva?”
“Yep, good so far.” She ran his hand over her triangle of hair and down the soft skin of her lips. “What’s this part of my vulva called?” Christopher shuddered and sighed absently trying to gather his thoughts. “Take your time sweetie.”
“Labia!” He said abruptly.
“Hehe, yes, good….and underneath we find…” delicately she took his index finger and slipped it between her lips. He could feel the warmth radiating from inside off her body , and the slickness of her flesh much more strongly. She guided him until he felt the smell nub.
“Your clitoris.” Christopher said softly.
“Mmmm…and lastly,” still holding his finger out she moved it down and in one quick motion it had disappeared up to the second knuckle inside of her body. The warmth and the wetness was amazing. So to was the tightness of it. Christopher gazed down in shock at the sight.
“Um…va…vagina.” He stammered in a whisper.
Helen nodded. “Very good Christopher. Do you notice anything about my labia and my vagina?” She asked.
He was silent, still staring at his own hand. Finally he looked up “Huh? Like what mom?”
“How do they feel Sweetie?”
his finger wiggled slightly. He slipped it out and gently ran his palm over her, confirming what he thought. “Wet? Sorta slippery?” He suggested. Helen smiled and nodded “That’s what happens when I’m aroused. A woman’s body starts to get wetter and wetter as she get more aroused, to make a penis going in easier.”
Christopher thought about this and looked up at her, smiling sheepishly and blushing a little. “Soooo…that means you’re excited now?” He asked, looking back at her wet slit.
Helen shrugged a little and smiled mischievously, “Well…it’s kinda hard not to Sweetie….it’s very exciting being touched like this….come’re honey, lay down with me.” She beckoned with her finger again an again he scurried up the bed. He laid himself down next to her, propping his head up on his elbow. He bent his hips back awkwardly to keep his hard-on away from her.
She looked at him quietly for a moment, seeming to contemplate his features, brushing the hair from his face, petting his cheek. Finally she said, “Has this been helpful dear?”
Christopher nodded. “It’s been awesome mom. You’ve really helped me to understand this better. I really appreciate you talking with me.”
“It’s what I’m here for baby. I’m just glad you feel better.” She leaned forward and planted a kiss on the corner of his cheek, half an inch from his mouth. When she backed away Christopher saw a shine in her eyes. Something like fear and excitement rolled into one. They just hung there in silence like that, listing to the sound of their own hearts for a while. At last Christopher broke the silence. “So….is that everything mom?”
Helen took a breath, “well, that’s the basics…there’s still lots more to learn about though… I don’t suppose you would want me to show you some of it? Since we’re talking about it.” As she said this she took his free and squeezed it. “Like I said before, you’ll learn it eventually anyway, I’d rather it be from me.”
Christopher squeezed her hand back. “I wouldn’t mind learning more. It’s interesting, and I want to learn. What were you thinking?”
Sighing slightly, Helen took his hand once more by the wrist. “well,” she said, moving it to her hip, “why don’t I show you how to rub my clit to start? Would you like that sweetie?”
“Ok.” Christopher said meekly.
“”Ok, now cuddle up close to me.” Helen said holding out her arm to take him. Christopher slid closer to her so that his body was flush with hers. The swell of his cock was thrust out over her bare thigh and the floral scent of her filled his nostrils. He rested his head by her breast and she wrapped her arm around him, running her fingers though his hair. “Can you find it on your own?” She asked.
With out speaking he nodded and slid his trembling fingers between her legs and after a moment of recollection rested his pointer on the bump. She smiled at him and nodded. She then took hold of his hand with the one she had free and coached him to stick out his first two fingers. She placed them directly on the pea. “Now just take this two fingers” she directed, “and to start off just move them up and down a little like this.” She maneuvered his fingers up and down, slowly and deliberately. Nestled by her as he was he could feel her body starting to shiver. Her eyes closed and she made low purring sound and she guided his work.
“Like this?” he asked, watching his hand moving in sync with hers.
“Mmmm, yes honey, just like that.” She said, starting to breathe a little faster now. Stealing a glance at her face he saw her brow furrowing. Her mouth was half open and her fingers kept gliding in his hair. She held him tighter, and Christopher nuzzled his face against her. He watched her breasts rise and fall. She motioned for him to stop abruptly. Then she began to move his fingertips in a small and steady circle, pushing them down just a little harder.
Helen gave a small gasp. “Oh!…Ok Christopher…just keep doing this…be sure use pressure, and keep going in a nice, quick…circle…mmhn!” She let go of his hand, gripping the sheet beside her. He followed her instructions, keeping his fingers moving in a fixed tempo. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter as he did. The shaking in her body got more pronounced as she started to pant. His heart was racing, alternating is gaze from his fingers to her face, watching as it shifted, her eyes opening, then shutting again, mouth pouting then opening in a small ‘o’ shape. Is cock throbbed harder against her leg.
“Is this good?” he asked quietly, voice shaking slightly.
“Yes baby…your doing…very good…it feels really, really nice…oooh! Go little harder!”
He obliged, pushing his fingers down more securely on her. He sped up his movements, moving his fingers in a faster circle. She responded by shuddering suddenly, “oooh! Mmmmyeah! That’s it sweetie…why don’t you suck mommy’s nipple while you do that” She said, gently nudging his head as she did. He allowed himself to be led towards her breast, still keeping at the same pace on her clit. He opened his mouth slightly regarding them.
“I just-?”
“Just put your mouth over it and suck it sweetie.” Helen advised in a breathy voice. Christopher leaned in and took her tit into his mouth. His lips suckled tenderly on it, undulating smoothly. For good measure he ran his tongue around the rim of the areola. She gripped his head securely in place as she rocked on the bed, her hips starting t gyrate in rhythm with his hand.
“That’s good sweetie. Keep going, mm that’s sooo goood. Suck on me just like you used to…. you’re gonna make mommy cum soon… oh god! Use your teeth a little baby.”
Christopher let his teeth grind gingerly on his mother’s breast while his lips moved back and forth. His fingers pressed down harder still on her clitoris and moved faster and faster. Helen’s eyes opened wide and her mouth hung open. She took a gasping breath as her back arched, her hips thrusting forward. “Oh! Oh! Uhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmn! Yeah! Yes! I’m cumming!” Her body shook intensely. Christopher kept going his head bucking back a little with her.
As her bum touched back down on the mattress she grabbed his hand. “Slow down…slow down….” She panted. He decreased his speed, finally coming to a halt. He moved his hand away from her, slick with her juices. She was still shaking as she turned and grabbed hold of his head with both hands. Before he knew it she was raining quick little kisses on his face, her lips softly pecking at his lips, his cheek his forehead. “Oh my sweet little baby….oh you did that so good….my little man mmmm! I love you honey!” She whispered as she did. He stared up at her, eyes wide with surprise and delight. “I love you too mom.”
When she had stopped kissing him, he asked “I did it right?”
“Ooh, Christopher you did fantastic.” She took his hand and with it she stoked up and down her slit. “Feel how wet I am down here? That was all from you.”
Christopher looked into her eyes and a satisfied smirk crept across his face> “What did you mean when you said you were cumming mom? He asked, still absently stroking the soft curls of her pubes.
“I had an orgasm dear, you know what that is?”
He furrowed his brow and thought. “I’ve heard of it I think but I’m not sure.”
Helen explained. “When a man or woman get’s really turned on they have what’s called a ‘climax’. Their muscles contract and it feels really, really good. When a man has an orgasm he shoots his semen out. When you would touch yourself when you smelled my panties did that ever happen?”
He nodded, “yeah, it felt awesome. It shot out this sticky white stuff that I guessed was sperm.”
She smiled “well when a woman orgasms she doesn’t shoot semen, instead she gets very wet and a wonderful feeling passes all through her body. Women can have more than one orgasms back to back, whereas boys and men can only have one and then their penis gets soft again and it take a little while to get back up. ‘Cumming’ is a word people use for that. Boys semen is called ‘cum’, and when a person says they’re ‘cumming’ it means they’re having an orgasm. Understand?”
“Yeah…. I’m glade I cold make you feel good mom.” He said nuzzling his head into her shoulder. His hand ran up her arm.
“Oh honey, you’re so sweet.” She petted his hair. “So now, I was thinking I could show you something else. How about we discuss oral sex….do you know what a blowjob is dear?”

The Talk PT 3 (NSFW, Incest, M/s)

started to stand but pause midway, remembering the tent in his trousers. “Um, mom, I don’t think I can stand up….see I’ve got…there is…”
Helen saw how he was squirming and glancing at his lap and understood. “You have an erection sweetie?”
He nodded quickly. Helen gave him a reassuring smile. “That’s alright, it happens a lot with young men your age. You have every reason to be excited. Don’t be embarrassed. Come on.” She started walking, this time he followed, very aware of the throbbing tent in his pants. He was feeling lightheaded; the way one feels when they stand up too fast after sitting in the hot sun too long. He was vaguely aware of walking up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom. The only things that seemed real were the feel of her hand in his and the pulse of his blood in his veins.
They reached the bedroom; Helen flicked the light-switch and led him inside. She released his hand and he stood awkwardly on the rug in front of the bed. “So, what should I do?” he asked, shuffling his feet.
:”Why don’t you take your shoes off and sit down on the bed.”
He scrambled to get his sneakers off and set them aside. As he slid his bottom onto the mattress, the fabric of his Jeans tugged irritatingly at his hardon, bending it unnaturally. Christopher wriggled and squirmed to find a better position to sit in. Seeing his trouble Helen said “You know dear, what with your, er, situation down there, if you want to you can take your jeans off,”
He looked up at her. It took a moment to register what she was saying. “Really?”
“Yes, only if you’d be more comfortable. You don’t have to.”
His hands went to his belt buckle. “It is pretty tight.” He admitted.
Helen nodded “Go ahead then.” Christopher began to unclasp his pants. He hesitated a moment before shoving them down around his ankles, revealing his pale, skinny legs. There was an immediate relief of pressure in his groin. His full erect cock jutted out from between his legs freely, covered only by a thin layer of boxer shorts, decorated with classic cars. He scooted up on the bed and sat cross-legged, the tent pointing straight up and against his T-Shirt. He gripped his toes through his socks and watched his mother anxiously.
“Okay. I’m going to take my clothes off now. Then I’m going to lie down on the bed so that you can get a good look at everything. And if you have any questions or want to know anything just let me know. Okay dear?”
“Got it.” Christopher said, nodding. He was shaking with anticipation. Helen kicked off her sandals as she pulled her blouse up. Her midriff and her chest came into view in what felt like slow motion. Dropping it to the floor, without pausing she reached one hand around her back and began to unclasp her brassiere. Christopher had to hold his breath to keep from gasping. She let one shoulder slide out of its strap and then the other. It fell away revealing a voluptuous pair of breasts. Her rose colored nipples seemed to stare out at him like eyes.
Before he could take in what he was seeing, Helen was pulling off her Capri pants, and then very rapidly the powder blue, silk panties underneath. They slipped easily over her thighs and with a flick of her big toe she stood totally nude before her son.
She was not a petite woman but she wasn’t fat either. She was 5 foot, 11”, curvaceous, fair skinned, round and soft in all the right places and tight and toned in the others. Her dark brown hair fell over her shoulders just above the curve of her full breasts, and framing her round, cheerful face. He could make out a very neatly trimmed batch of hair forming a tight triangle between her legs. He realized his mouth was open and forced it closed. She smiled a little more broadly now, obviously enjoying the attention of an eager young man.
As she walked over to the bed, Christopher found himself admiring minute details of her form and the way it moved. The sway of her hips, the tiny bounce in her breasts, the swish of her hair. As she sat down next to him three thoughts vied for control of his brain. That’s a naked woman!!! cried one. That’s you’re MOTHER you freak! cried another just a little less loudly. The loudest of all cried my dick is gonna EXPLODE any minute!
Helen landed softly on the bed, sitting for a moment with her back to him. In that instant, Christopher was terrified that the sheer volume of adrenaline thundering through his body would make him puke. He was trembling with fear and excitement. She lay down with her head on the pillow, bending her knees slightly so that her legs were splayed. He shifted so that he was kneeling over her and as he did he got the fruity scent of her shampoo radiating from her hair and the subtle, powdery aroma of her perfume. His eye fluttered. He was so overwhelmed he thought he was going to faint.
She looked up at him from the pillow she comforted him. “Relax Christopher. No reason to be nervous. It’s just me, you’re mom. We’re just here to learn, nothing to be worried about. We’ll go nice and slow and you can ask whatever you like and if you aren’t comfortable with anything just let me know and we’ll stop.” It sounded to Christopher as though she was talking as much to herself as to him, but her words seemed to calm him. He took a few deep breaths as he drank her in. As he took her in he saw the mother he’d run to when he’d scrapped his knees. Who’d shuttled him to soccer practices. Who’d read to him as he fell asleep. But he also saw a remarkably attractive naked woman.
“Ok, so to start off” Helen began, “as I’m sure you know, these are my breasts” she said, as she cupped her bosom. “Mine are what’s called a D Cup sized. That’s the size of bra that I wear. Women have lots of different sized breasts, they start to grow when a girl is about you’re age and they can keep getting bigger or smaller throughout her life, depending on lots of things. When a woman has a baby her breasts start to make milk, for the baby to drink. It comes out through the nipples,” her finger pointed to one of her small, pink nipples. “Babies suck on them to get their food.”
A thought struck Christopher and muttered a little “huh” Helen stopped and looked at him inquisitively. “What is it dear?”
“Oh, nothing I was just thinking that I…when I was a baby I mean…I sucked on those?”
Helen smiled and nodded “Yep, you sure did. It’s how you ate. When I had you my boobs got so big with milk, it was like carrying a suitcase on my chest!” She grinned. Christopher laughed a little. A fleeting thought passed through his head of what it would be like to just lean down and take one of those hard little pieces of skin into his mouth again. “Besides just giving milk for babies” Helen continued, “nipples are sensitive, especially the areola, the little circle around them, and during sex lots of women liked to have them touched or licked or even bitten. They get hard and stiff when a woman is aroused.” She paused, regarded herself. Christopher saw what she did but said nothing. The tips of her nipples jutted out like twin mountaintops stiffly.
“So those are the breasts, now down here” Helen went on quickly, “is what I’m sure you’re most curious about. Scoot down a bit dear so you can get a better look.” She parted her legs further as she spoke. Christopher scuttled along the bed in until he was at her knees. “Lean in sweetie and take a look” Helen urged. Christopher leaned forward cautiously. As he did he got a smell. Not strong but definitely there, faint beneath the other scents. It was sweet, and musky light the underwear had been but more so. A friend of his had once told him that he’d heard that girls smell like fish down there but clearly they didn’t know what they were talking about. Helen placed a hand on herself deftly. “This is my vulva. That’s what the whole outer part of a woman’s sexual organ is called. A lot of boys and men call the whole thing a vagina but that’s actually just one part. There’s much more to it then is with a boys parts, and lots of people never bother to figure it all out but it’s not that complicated really. This,” Her hand brushed over a tight triangle of dark brown hair that covered the top half of the mound between her legs, “Is my pubic hair. It grows on my vulva just like a boy’s grows around his penis. Some women shave it all off, others just let it grow naturally. I keep mine trimmed. These,” She took two fingers and laid them onto two flaps of skin, that seemed to form a slit between her legs, “are my labia. Their sometimes called ‘lips’ and all they really are just pieces of skin that protect the rest of vulva.”
Christopher said, in an awkward little voice, mostly just to have something to say. Helen tittered a little. “Thank you dear. I like to keep it nice and neat. Is this making sense so far?”
Christopher nodded emphatically. His eyes staying fixed on the cleft of skin between her legs. Helen’s finger’s pulled back, revealing pink flesh that seemed to shine with moisture. “Beneath the labia” she said, “things get more interesting.” Christopher leaned in closer, until there was about a foot between his face and Helen’s body. It really was fascinating. So many folds and ridges. At this distance her could more clearly see the glistening of lubrication on her lips.
“Coooool…..” He murmured quietly. Above him he could here Helen titter with amusement. “Interesting huh? So,” her index finger pointed as she used her other hand to keep her labia spread, “this is my clitoris.” She was pointing to a small pump of pink flesh, no bigger than a pea. It gleamed like a pearl.
“That’s the ‘button’ Denny’s brother talked about?”
“Mmmhmmm. It’s also called the ‘clit’ for short. It’s attached to a lot of nerves and what happens is that when a woman gets aroused, her clitoris swells up and sticks out more, sort of like the tip of a boy’s penis. It’s very sensitive all of the time but especially when it’s like that. That’s why women enjoy having it touched or licked by their sexual partners. Since it’s so sensitive though, you have to be careful not to be too rough with it. It’s a good idea to follow the woman’s lead and pay attention to how she reacts.” As she spoke her digit passed over the bump for a fleeting moment and as it did a soft sigh escaped her lips.
“Now this” she said, pointing to a pink envelope of skin just below her clitoris, “is my vagina dear. It’s the part of me that the penis goes into and babies come out of. Inside is sort of tunnel that goes in and up into my uterus.”
As he looked Christopher was astounded by a thought. He looked up at her face with impressed, wide eyes. “So, that’s where…?” he started to say, but didn’t finish, afraid of sounding silly. Looking at him, Helen understood. Smiling, she nodded “yes Honey, that’s where you came from.”
He looked back at it amazed. “It looks so small!” He said with awe.
“Well it can stretch out to make room for the baby, that’s what it’s deigned for. Though, it was no picnic getting you out of it.” She ruffled his hair playfully. He blushed a little, for some reason embarrassed by this, but he smiled and laughed as well. When he glanced down at himself, he noticed that not only was his dick making a rigid structure out of his boxers, there was now a small patch of darkness where the tip had leaked. Looking back up he felt a shiver run down his spine. The pressure was becoming intense. He’s never been so hard.
“Inside of my vagina” Helen continued, “are lots of nerves. When they’re touched by a finger, or penis it feels good. There’s one part that has a lot of nerves in particular called the ‘g-spot’. It’s a little tricky to find but it’s in there. Are you following Sweetie?”
Christopher had been staring transfixed between his mother’s legs and quickly shot his eyes back up. “Huh? Oh, yes mom, it is. It’s very interesting.” Helen’s eyes flicked down to the bulge in his boxers then back up his face. She looked at him with deep consideration. Christopher got that feeling again as though they were once more playing an unspoken game of chicken. How far was too far? Which of them would say stop? Finally Helen said “well…that’s pretty much the basics…. would you…like to try touching me?”

The Talk PT 2 (NSFW, Incest, M/s)

“Okay…what do people actually do, during sex? I mean, I understand the penis making sperm and it going into the woman’s egg and making a baby, but… there’s more to it right? In movies people are always rolling around and stuff. It seems kinda complicated.”
Helen seemed to contemplate this as she blew steam off the top of her cocoa, and took a dainty sip. Christopher slurped at his own and waited for her answer. At last she said, “Well Christopher, lots of things actually happen. Basically, a man takes his penis and puts it into a woman’s vagina and moves it in and out in a way that feels good until he shoots his sperm into her. But there is usually other things going on along with that. There’s usually a lot of touching and kissing in ways that make the other person feel good. There are different positions that people do, and different people enjoy different things. It’s all about finding out what each other like and trying new things. It’s an adventure, and a discovery and it can be a really wonderful thing.”
“It sounds amazing.” Christopher said, in a hushed, almost awed tone. His eyes fell on the panties that were still laid out on the table. Pink with a white trim. He could recall the scent of them, sweet and musky and so, so exciting. Looking up quickly into his mother’s face he saw her sparkling with maternal love. But there was also something so feminine about her in that moment, He was very aware that his mother was woman and had engaged in all the things she had just described, He fidgeted again but couldn’t fight the tightening in his jeans he felt.
“It really can be sweetie.” Helen said softly. “So, do you understand it a little better now? The thing you really ought to take away from all this is that being interested in sex and exploring your sexuality is a good and healthy thing. It’s fun and exciting and not something to be ashamed of.”
Christopher considered his response. “I think I understand better… but it all still seems kind of confusing. There’s so much to remember.”
Helen sighed and was quiet for a long time, looking at her son as he looked from his mug to her and back. “Christopher, honey, have you ever seen a naked woman’s body? Like maybe in a movie, or a porn magazine?”
Christopher thought. “Well, I’ve seen boobs before in movies a few times. And in my biology textbook they had a drawing of the va…va-“ He struggled not to giggle but couldn’t.
“Vagina?” Helen asked, raising her eyebrow, “You can say it Christopher.”
“Mmmhmm! Yeah, there was a drawing of a vagina…like a diagram with all sorts of labels, but it didn’t really look like anything to me.”
After a moment Helen said, “well… do you think that maybe if you actually saw one, you may grasp it a bit better?”
He felt his heart thud harder against his ribs. As he looked his mother in the eye a moment seemed to pass between them, totally unspoken. It was almost as though they were playing a strange game of chicken. Waiting for the other to swerve, to back off and hit the brakes, but at the same time wanting to see how far they could push it.
“You mean like a picture or something?” He asked, already suspecting that wasn’t it.
“No sweetie, I was just thinking that, if you wanted a better idea of what a better idea of that was going on with a woman’s body, that maybe I could show you mine. Do you think that’d help?”
Christopher felt a dull ache in his groin, radiating out and up as far as his naval. He was trying to not goggle and failing. His eyes felt fit to fall from his head. “Well…I dunno… are you sure that’s ok? I mean, I’d like it… but are you sure?”
Helen stood and walked around the table. Leaning forward, she placed a fleeting kiss on his cheek, “I’m sure Honey. Yes it’s ok.” She took his hand in hers. “Let’s go up to my room where we can be comfy.”