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Desire Becomes Reality

By: Mr. Stiffy



Funny how life throws you an occasional curve ball. I was just about to enter college when my parents split. For a couple years I witnessed their anguish...the yelling and fighting. I really didn't know until later exactly why they divorced. 

After we moved into a new house, mom told me dad cheated on her often and she finally had enough. It was hard on me as I loved my dad, but I loved mom too. Mom was my "comfort zone" and I could always rely upon her. So now I was an "adult", uncertain of my future in college, but felt much more confident living with mom than dad. Dad just seemed unreliable sometimes.

The house we moved into was fucking great! It was perfect for the two of us, with large rooms and even a pool! On the outskirts of town the house became "home", close enough for mom to work and me to go to school. Slowly, but surely, we started meeting our neighbors. I became captivated my the woman next door, Mrs. Fiedler.

She was married to Henry Fiedler and had two grown daughters Jessica and Heather. I still have yet to meet Jessica as she is away at Arizona State University. Heather, on the other hand, is a couple years ahead of me...getting her BA at our local state college. Heather would sometimes come home... wow what a looker!! Tall and curvy... Heather led me to many jack-off fantasies about "doing" her. The reality of it was that her mother, Helen, aroused me even more! 

 At the age of 18, I was still a virgin and shy around girls. I was too nice with the dates I had, and didn't realize the girls my age just wanted to fuck!! So I spend a good deal of time jacking off and fantasizing. 

I got some good looks at Mrs. Fiedler...sunbathing and doing chores outside. She's kinda of a "plain" looking woman facially, very natural, yet beautiful without make-up. It's her body I couldn't ignore. Her tits are nothing short of huge and totally natural with a womanly "sag". Well into her forties, Mrs. Fiedler just looked hot to me!! I wouldn't dare speak of my desires for her... even to my closest friends! I am sure they would scoff at her as some "old hag"... her mature figure with gravity settling in - her big hanging tits, large ass and thighs showing some cellulite.

When summer came, I was in for a treat! Mrs. Fiedler would often resort to their backyard pool to cool herself from the blazing heat. I found our spare bedroom a perfect spot to watch her. Soon, I found myself gazing at Mrs. Fielder as she dipped into the pool or just sunbathing... and frantically masturbating - thinking of fucking her. And that's when I got caught.

I had a cheap pair of binoculars that I used to check out Mrs. Fiedler "in all her glory". When the time was right, mom being at work and Mrs. Fiedler being in their backyard tanning, I would watch her and jerk my young rod. It seemed like I jacked off all the time!! I couldn't wait for something other than my hand for release, yet I was still too shy to do anything about it!

"Oh my God, Jason I am so sorry!" I heard my mother exclaim.

I didn't even hear mom come home as I was frantically stroking my cock! Holy shit! Mom caught me jerking off in the spare bedroom and watching Mrs. Fiedler!! I know she saw me doing it but she quickly left and we didn’t talk about it. That night at dinner it was like it never happened at all.

Until I got caught again. My mom works in the daytime and I had time to myself. Almost every day Mrs. Fiedler worked on her tan... and almost every day I would watch her and jack off. I couldn't help but fantasize about her!

"Jason, what’s going on??" mom exclaimed.

I was caught again red-handed!! Peering through the binoculars and stroking my shaft, mom caught me peering at Mrs. Fiedler.

Doing my best to discard the binoculars and hide my huge hard-on, I stammered for a reply.

"Mom! Umm...I'm sorry I was just... "

"I know what you are doing" Mom said, now standing beside me.

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and simply said, "I understand".

"Honey, I don't want any secrets between us...and certainly don’t want lies" she said frankly.

"I understand you have your needs... believe me I know it" 

I was petrified trying to cover my dick from my own mother!! 

"It's OK honey, it took my through your father to realize a man's needs" she whispered.

I sat there flabbergasted as mom took my stiff cock into her hand. Slowly, she mesmerized my cock... pulling and tugging on it.

"It's okay Sweetie, let me do it... I understand."

Mrs. Fiedler was the furthest person on my mind at that time!! I was so shocked and horny... my own mother was jacking me off!! 

"I know you have been watching Helen, Sweetie," mom purred.

"And it's OK... you like jacking off think about her big boobs?"

"Would you like her to suck your big cock?"

I never heard mom talk like this!! And when she wrapped her lips around my engorged prickhead, it became too much! 

With her sucking and pumping my shaft with her hand... it became way too much for me.

"Go ahead... yes Sweetie... go ahead and squirt it!!"

Nothing short of fantastic, I was getting my first real blowjob from my own mother!! Even though my brain was telling me it would be Mrs. Fiedler or ever Heather or dozens of girls I jacked off thinking about... it was my own mom!!

I never felt anything like it. She pulled my cock out of her mouth after the first spurt and I spewed a nasty rope along the side of her face. Seeing my come on mom's face was just to wild to be true, but it was real... and I expelled another two blasts of jizz onto her face.

While I sill reeled in ecstasy, she brought reality to me. Her face was tracked with my cum... and she even sucked my dick dry.

"Honey, I love you so much but this is a secret and must remain between us."

The next day was like any other. I awoke and had breakfast with mom. It was as if nothing had ever happened at all!!

Desire Becomes Reality



Mark laid, watching the tape running on the television set at the foot of her bed. Anna, his 40 year old sister, as usual, was working on her computer at her work desk a few feet away at the side of the room. It was a weekly routine for Mark to drop by his sister's house on his trip to the city. It was his port of call, to rest after dropping off his wife for her visit to her mother. Mark was not inclined to stay at hiss. In the late evening, he would pick up Linda and they would head back home. 

Anna was living alone with her 20 year old son, John. She was a single mum; her husband was killed in an auto accident 1998. Although her late husband had left her with a comfortable financial package, to keep herself occupied, Anna worked from home, writing articles for the local newspaper.

Mark had a deep longing for his sister all these years but never shown his desire. He was 5 years older than Anna. It all started when Anna was 14. They were walking along the lane leading to their parent's house when they saw their pet dog mounting a bitch. Mark knew what the animals were doing but Anna asked him to stop. She watched in fascination while Mark felt uncomfortable. When the animals had completed they remained stuck to each other. 

Anna turned to her brother and said in awe, "What are they doing and why are they joined together?" 

The young man pretended ignorance and told Anna that the dogs were just having fun, knowing that his sister was too young to know about sex. At the same time, he felt his penis stiffening.

The world changed for Mark that day. That night, thinking back to the episode, Mark masturbated. He did so occasionally, as most boys do. But in his mind, for the first time, it was Anna he was thinking of. He saw his sister in a different light. He started stealing glances whenever she was around him in her skimpy shorts and cut offs.

Mark started to pee into keyhole of the bathroom whenever Anna was inside. The first time he spied Anna naked, it took his breath away. It was on a morning when their parents were out shopping. She was sitting on the toilet, nude. His sister's nubile body was flawless. Her budding apple sized breasts were topped with pointy pink nipples. They were unusually puffy and stood out. When she stood up, he suppressed a gasp when he saw her patch of furry pubic hair.

It became a daily ritual for him to peek at her nakedness and he finished off by masturbating with her in mind. As she grew older and her body filled out, and he had instant hard on whenever she hugged or kissed his cheeks. 

When he had sexual contacts with his girlfriends he imagined them to be Anna. 

Mark married Linda, his office mate. They had no children. 

When Anna's husband died, he was the rock in her life, caring for her and John. There were times when Linda voiced her disapproval about him spending more time with Anna than her. If only his wife knew the reason her husband was always in Anna's house, it would be catastrophic. 

Mark had resumed his suppressed desire to spy on Anna's naked form. He dropped by knowing that John was away at school. And as in his young days, he peeped into the keyhole of her bathroom whenever she was inside. At 40, Anna was a beauty and her matured body had curves in the right places. 

Gradually Linda accepted the fact that he really cared for his widowed sister, and as long as Mark was not having extra marital affairs, the issue of his closeness with Anna was laid to rest.

"Gosh, I almost forgot I had a meeting with the editor this morning," Anna said in exasperation, as she switched off her computer. "Please answer the phone while I take a shower," she told Mark.

"Uhh, oh, ok," Mark replied.

Anna walked to end of the bed. Mark's eyes moved slightly to look at her. Anna quickly shed off her housecoat and stood in her bra and panties. As far as she was concerned, the man lying on her bed was her brother and there was no need for modesty. She approached the bed to pick up her towel. As she bent forward, Mark could see from the corner his eyes the top bulge of her breasts. He pretended to concentrate on the television. It gave him goose bumps just to see her parts of her uncovered flesh. She looked so good and he felt like reaching out and holding her in his arms.

He heard the shower turned on and he imagined her naked in the bath. At his age, Mark still masturbated, sometimes imagining holding Anna under the showers as he fucked her from behind.

Anna came out, clad in a large towel and sat at the dressing table. She put on her make up and the smell of her perfume made him turn to look her way.

As she combed her hair, Mark took that final step which had haunted him throughout his adult life.

He stood behind her and took the comb from her hand. Anna looked into the mirror, taken aback by his action as he slowly combed her hair. She let her head fall back and looked up at him. He was so gentle and she smiled.

"Emm, that's nice," she said.

After awhile, he put the comb on the table and began to massage her shoulders. 

Anna was pleasantly relaxed by her brother's touch. It was so soothing. She was tired sitting at the computer all morning and his gentle massage of her shoulder felt really good. She rested her head back against his body as she closed her eyes. 

Mark knew he was about to do what he had dreamed and fantasized all those gone by years. He felt his hands trembled ever so slightly as he kneaded the softness of her flesh. The freshness of her showered body smelt like spring. He massaged her lower arms and slowly rubbed the upper part of her body below her neck. 

Anna drifted off dreamily but opened her eyes when Mark released the clasp of her towel. It shocked her but she did not stop him. He sensed her confusion as he slowly spread open her towel and removed it. She felt his hands on the side of her midriff as he kneaded her flesh. Anna wanted to stop him but she was transfixed by the exquisite sensation that course through her. She saw her naked reflection in the mirror. 

No man had touched her intimately ever since her husband died and here was her own brother kneading her flesh and looking at her exposed breasts. Anna knew something was terribly wrong. As she opened her mouth to tell him to stop, Mark held her head back and his lips were on hers. At the same moment he cupped her breasts and she gasped into his mouth. 

As he kissed her, his fingers and thumbs tweaked her nipples, which grew out and hardened, making her weak with unadulterated desire. 

Time stood still as he kissed her deeply. He entered her mouth. Anna's arms circled her brother's neck and brought him tightly towards her. 

When they separated, Mark helped her to her feet. Dazed and unsteady on her feet, she saw her brother's eyes as he looked longingly at her. Mark took off his clothes. Anna stared at the firm penis that stood out between his legs, amidst a small forest of dark pubic hair, tinged with grey. He took her hand and placed it on the warm turgid flesh. In a trance, she touched his phallus and encircled the hardness. Mark clasped his arms around her and she felt his firmness probing the softness of her stomach.

He spread her towel and lay her down upon the thick rug on the floor. Mark's finger touched her clit and Anna's body jerked as the sensation made her humped her buttocks off the floor, seeking his hand. She spread her legs for him. He caressed the tiny bud while his thumb played on her vaginal lips. She was so wet and when he pushed, his thumb penetrated and lodged inside her body. Breathing heavily, Mark felt her muscles gripped his thumb tightly. He sucked her nipples, lusting for her breasts that he had yearned for so long. As his tongue rasped against her hardened points, Anna could not hold back her orgasm as she moaned and cried out in ecstasy, squirting out her love juice, wetting the towel beneath.

Mark was wild with carnal desire for his sister. He pulled out his thumb, his mouth closed onto her mound, taking in the fluid that spurted out of her body. Her legs entwined around his neck, holding his head in her grasp as he sucked her.

Her trembling slowed and her grip slackened, she let out a groan and her legs released her hold on his head. Mark licked her vaginal lips tenderly, intoxicated by the odor and taste of her love juice. He sat up while she lay limp beside him.

"I love you Anna," he said, looking at her tenderly.

"I love you too," she replied softly, looking up at his face.

"I want to.....to....," he tried to say.

"Do you have any protection.....condom,,," she blushed.

"No....but I will pull out before.....," he stammered.

He was kneeling beside her and she saw the maleness of him, hard and firm. Her hand reached out and encircled his shaft, as his precum seeped out. 

Ten years was a long time since she took a man in her mouth. It was not something she enjoyed but had done it only once with her late husband. He had begged her to perform it and she had done so, reluctantly. It turned her off when he came suddenly, as he held her head firmly, flooding her mouth. She had ran to the toilet, and vomited.

"No....don't," she said, looking into his eyes. "You could make me pregnant."

It seemed so natural. In the throes of their incestuous love, she pulled him to her and her lips enclosed onto her brother's turgid head. She tasted his precum as Mark moved up to straddle her head between his legs. Her head was lying flat on her rug and he slowly fucked into her mouth while she sucked him.

She felt his hardness but also the softness of his penis as he fucked her mouth gently, making sure not to hurt her.

He could not hold back and said, "I'm coming."

He tried to move away from her mouth but she held him in her hand. He came in her mouth. The first spurt wet her tongue and the subsequent ejaculations came in gobs of thick sperm, taking her by surprise. She could not hold the flow as it seeped out, wetting her lips and dripping down her cheeks. 

He felt her lips tightening around his head and the sucking sensation. He heard her cough.

When she released his hold on his penis he crawled away from her face, his penis trailing a path of cum along her nose and hair.

He turned around and saw Anna opened and closed her mouth and a movement of her larynx. His penis gave a jerk and his heart missed a beat knowing that his sister had swallowed his sperm into her stomach.

Feeling a oneness of complete love for her, his lips fell onto hers, tasting himself on her mouth, thanking her in his heart for the love she had shown him.

The held each other, lying on the rug, sated in their love making.

"I have to leave now," she said, as she sat up, kissed him and walked to the bathroom.

When she came out, he was sitting at the edge of her bed, covered in her towel. She had taken a fresh one and when she took it off, she was already wearing a new pair of bra and panties.

Silently, she made up her face; blow dried and combed her hair, put on her clothes.

The phone rang and he got up to answer it.

"It's ok, I'll take it," she said.

He sat back on the bed.

"Yes, yes, sorry, I'll be there in 20 minutes, something came up," she answered the caller.

"I got to run," she said, not looking directly at him. "Lock the door before you leave, and John should be home in an hour," she told him as she grabbed her briefcase and walk to the door.

Anna turned around and said softly, "I love you." 

And she was gone.

Mark's mind was in turmoil. He had made love with his sister, something he yearned and dreamt of. She had accepted him, she did not hate him. He realized the gravity of what they had done. She was the woman of his life and the image of her lying naked on the rug made him tremble with immense wanting for her. He closed his eyes and almost in self denial, pondered the fact that they had not gone all the way. His semen was in her body but not in her vagina.

The thought of picking up his wife brought him back to reality and he walked into the bathroom to clean himself.

Mark started up the car and drove off, wondering what the future held. He only knew that he wanted Anna again.



Desire Becomes Reality



A group of us from our social networking site decided to meet face to face finally, and we're having an amazing weekend at a swank hotel. It's been a great night; we've had an amazing time drinking, talking and laughing. 

It's gotten late, though, so most of us have gone up to our rooms. In my suite, I've put on some jazz, donned a silky blue robe and poured myself a glass of whiskey from the bar. I'm relaxing on the couch, twitching my painted toes to the music and sipping my drink, when I hear a knock on the door.

Caught up in the music, I dance over to the door and crack it open. You're standing there smiling, still in your shorts and t-shirt from earlier. In your left hand is an unopened bottle of whiskey, which makes me laugh. You ask why I'm laughing, so I lift my hand to show you my half empty glass. 

I invite you in and grab you a glass from the bar. After all the phone conversations we've had prior to meeting, I feel very at ease in your presence. I make myself comfy on the couch again, you pour yourself a drink then cross the room to sit next to me, propping your feet up on the coffee table.

I ask if you want me to change the channel to a movie or TV show, but you tell me the music is fine. We talk for a while about everybody we met in the downstairs bar, and about how much fun we had. I sit up straight and stretch my neck by rotating my head in circles. You set your glass on the table and tell me to turn sideways and you'll rub my neck for me.

Willingly, I oblige and you start rubbing my neck and shoulders, easing the tension from the long day. I begin relaxing more and more, leaning into your hands and listening to the soft jazz and gradually, I feel your touch become slightly sensual. 

Your fingers press into the muscles in my neck, but instead of a regular massage, it feels as if you're caressing me. My skin heats and my stomach does a tiny flip-flop. A tiny sigh escapes my lips. I feel your hands glide across my shoulders, slipping my robe down my arms. 

You begin to massage lower, under my shoulder blades, letting your hands roam down to my lower back. You press gently, kneading my back with your knuckles, then dragging your fingertips upward. You continue for a few minutes, neither of us talking anymore, and I begin to feel aroused by your touch. 

The next time you slide your hands up my back, you let your fingers wrap around my sides. Your hands glide up my back slowly, higher and higher, until you lightly graze the sides of my breasts.

I inhale a shaky breath as I feel my nipples tighten. I don't know what to say to you, so I remain still, with my head straight forward. I try to breathe evenly and seem calm, but you reach around me to lower my robe from my breasts, and my breath catches. 

You cup my breasts in your hands and begin to caress them, dragging your thumbs over my hard nipples. You lean closer against me, and I feel your warm breath on my skin the moment before you kiss my neck. 

I almost come, then and there; the hem of my robe is wet. You kiss my neck again, then a third time, as you lightly pinch my nipples. I turn my head to look at you and I whisper your name. You silence me with your mouth. Our tongues meet, and I gently pull yours into my mouth and begin to suck on it. I hear a little moan, but I can't tell if it came from you or me. 

You tug at my side, pulling me around on the couch to face you. Our kiss becomes more insistent. You pull me tight against you and I can feel your hard cock pressing against me, straining at the fly of your shorts. For just a moment in my mind, an image flashes of the two of us, naked in a bath, fused together.

I grab the hem of your shirt and pull it off, over your head; I want to feel your skin against my breasts. You cup the back of my neck and pull my face to yours for another kiss. You sigh into my mouth as you reach between us to untie the sash of my robe. 

As my robe falls to the couch, I feel your hands reach around me, to my ass. You begin squeezing, kneading my ass cheeks, spreading and lifting them. I kiss you intensely and lightly rake my nails down your chest.

I shift just a little on the couch and reach around to take your hand in mine. I guide your hand around to my thigh, then slide your hand to exactly where I want it. A quiet moan issues from my lips as you begin to rub my swollen, wet pussy. 

I breathe quicker against your mouth as you circle my clit with the pad of your thumb, then slide your middle finger inside me. When you slide a second finger inside me, I hear you make a little noise that sounds like, "Mmm." 

You work my dripping cunt, faster and faster and I begin to feel hot and tingly. You hear me moan and tell me, "Not yet," then you slide your fingers out, push me back on the couch and lower yourself down until your mouth is pressed against me. 

You lap at me and spread my lips with your fingers, dragging your tongue upward to my clit, then back down and then up again. You flick my clit with your tongue, eliciting a loud moan from me. I spasm and come all over my robe, as you continue to torment my swollen clit.

Finally, I can't take anymore and I sit up, forcing you up with me. I kiss you full on the mouth, tasting myself, as I reach down and pop the button and lower the zipper on your shorts. I pull my lips away from yours and stare into your eyes as I tug your shorts and boxers off. I drop to my knees on the floor in front of the couch, never looking away from your eyes, and I say "My turn. You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you." 

With my hand, I gently begin to stroke your stiff cock, then, still staring into your eyes, I lean forward and place gentle kisses all over your head. I lick my lips then drag my tongue up the underside of your shaft until I reach the head once more. 

I take the head of your throbbing cock between my lips and suck it lightly, all the while still looking at your eyes. I lower my mouth further and further until most of your delicious dick is wet. I begin suckling you harder, at the same time stroking the base of your shaft with my hand. 

You taste warm and salty and so perfect that I get wet all over again and my pussy begins to drip onto the carpet between my knees. I continue sucking you firmly, slowly, but all of a sudden I can't take the anticipation anymore, so I increase my pace and begin to hum against your cock, pulling you toward your finish. I want to feel you explode in my mouth. 

Your left hand shoots out to fist in my hair as your cock grows stiffer against my tongue. You begin to pant as my mouth shows your luscious cock no mercy. I feel your hand tighten in my hair and your hips suddenly begin thrusting upward. Your other hand shoots out to grab my hair and you continue thrusting your cock into my mouth, faster and faster. 

The feeling of you pulling my hair, fucking my mouth, turns me inside out and I come again, drenching the carpet with my juices and saturating the air with my lusty groans. You twitch against my tongue, and your hot come bursts into my mouth. I feel you pulsating as your seed coats my tongue.

When I'm certain I've drained you dry, I stand up and take you by the hand. I tell you I want a bath, and silly boy, you ask if I want you to leave. I smile at you as I pull you toward the bathroom and say, "No, I want you to watch me bathe." 

You follow along behind me, into the bathroom and you see the oversized oval tub. As I begin filling the tub with water, I turn my head to look at you, and in a wicked little voice I tell you, "I want you to fuck me in this tub."

You blink at me, then say, "yes ma'am." I step over the edge and lower myself into the water, leaning back against the tub. You sit on the side and watch as I grab the little bar of soap. As I rub the soap over my breasts, I watch you watch me. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as I drag the soap lower into the water, and begin to wash myself. 

Enjoying your voyeurism, I let the soap fall from my fingers and I start rubbing myself. I spread my legs wide, so you can see everything as I pleasure myself. You watch me slide my finger in, out, then in, and your cock grows hard again. With you watching intently, I spread the lips of my throbbing cunt to give you a clear view as I continue to finger myself. 

I whisper, "This is where I want your cock. Right here. Deep inside me." You look up, into my eyes and say, "Yes ma'am." I giggle and ask you to get in the bath with me. As you slide down into the water, I ask you, "What do you want?" You look at me for a moment and simply say, "You." "Well, you have me already," I say, "So what do you want?" You seem to think for a minute before you respond, "I want to suck your nipples while you fuck me."

I smile and bite my lip as I scoot across the tub, between your legs. You lift me up and pull me into your lap, so that I'm straddling you. Anticipating the feeling of you inside me, I bite my lip again and push up with my knees so I am right above your rigid shaft. 

I lean in to kiss you, and I take your tongue into my mouth, right as I lower myself onto your cock. You jerk against me and groan simultaneously, and your reaction causes my nipples to stiffen again. You wrap your arms around me as I begin to rock over you, taking you deep inside me. 

Even though I am wet and ready, my pussy is tight and has to stretch to take all of you. I sigh as I rock harder and take all of your thick cock into my core. I can't stop myself from moaning. I am deeply penetrated and completely full of your cock; it feels so perfect. True to your word, you lower your head and take my left nipple in your mouth. You suck it gently at first, then lightly bite it. 

I gasp from pleasure and whimper as you let go of that breast and move to take my other nipple between your teeth. You roll it gently between your teeth, teasing me, sucking me, fucking my nipple with your warm tongue.

My breathing gets harder as I continue rocking against you, feeling the lips of my pussy slide against the skin of your dick. The friction feels so good, I never want to stop fucking you. I remember a comment you made a long time ago about bending me over a counter, and I smile as I look at you and say "Let's do this YOUR way."

When you give me a confused look, I pull back, rocking onto my heels. I stand up and, smiling at you, I take three steps to the tiled ledge wall on the opposite side of the tub. Facing away from you, I bend slightly at the waist, draping myself across the ledge. I look back at you and grin. 

You finally understand and step over to stand behind me. You stroke my back for a minute, then my ass. I feel you rub your cock between my lips, and I almost come again. You keep teasing me, tormenting me. I'm getting impatient to have you inside me again and I beg you, "Please, baby, please fuck me now." You spread my lips with your fingers and thrust your massive, stiff cock into me. 

I gasp and rare back, pressing my back into your stomach and chest as you continue to pound my little pussy from behind. You reach around and grab my breasts, squeezing them almost roughly. You pinch my nipples and I bite back a scream as your teeth bite into my neck. I want more and more, and I moan, "Fuck yes, baby, fuck me! Fuck me!"

You put your right hand on the ledge to steady yourself, and with your left hand, you reach around me to turn my face around. You kiss me hot and hard. Your tongue thrusts into my mouth as your cock slams into me. I bite your lip and you reach up and pull my hair until my head is resting back against your chest. 

I jerk my head forward and you pull my hair again. I shove my ass against you savagely, willing you to fuck me harder. You slam into me harder and harder and like a madwoman, I begin to chant, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh my god, FUCK ME!" 

You growl deep in your throat and pound my pussy deep and hard. I moan loudly as I come, again and again and again, my juices soaking your cock. I feel you twitch and convulse, and you growl again and I know you've just let loose a thick stream of come deep inside me. You thrust into me a few more times and then, with shaky legs, we both sit down in the tub.

I lean back against you and sigh, "Mmmmmmmm." You wrap your arms around me for a hug and we both stay silent for a few minutes, waiting for our hearts to stop pounding. When our breathing is back to normal and the water is cool, you whisper quietly in my ear, "We never made it to the bed..."

It's going to be a long, fun night.



Desire Becomes Reality Ch. 02



I apologize if Part 1 contained grammatical and spelling errors. I hope Part 2 is an improvement. Anyway, thank you for your comments. If your comments are encouraging, I will continue with Part 3. 

When Anna got home from her meeting, Mark had already left. She sat down on her bed and stared into the dressing table mirror. She still could not believe what transpired earlier in the day, here in this room. Did all of it really happen? She felt numbed and her body trembled. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to blot out the flashing images of their incestuous cravings. 

She practically jumped when the phone rang. Composing herself, Anna picked up the handset. 

She answered him quietly,"Yes... I'm ok."

"No...," she almost cried out," you can't come tonight, are you insane, John's around."

"Please Mark, don't do this to me. I don't even know what I'm going to do now, please...I'm putting the phone down," she said, cutting him off, her voice shaking in despair. 

She kept looking at the phone, hoping that he would not call again, and he did not.

Anna got up and took off her clothes. She showered and the moment she soaped and touched her breasts, the recollection of her brother's hands kneading her flesh involuntarily made her nipples grow hard. She tried to banish and suppress the sensations but she moaned in surrender to the unbearable feelings coursing through her. 

She toweled and put on her night robe. She went to the kitchen to make a hot drink. 

"How was your day, mom," John asked her as he walked in. 

"Oh, hi John," she replied, smiling at her son. "Ok, would you like a cup of hot chocolate," she continued.

"Sure, thanks," he replied.

Anna felt tremendous shame and guilt in the presence of her son. If only he knew what sin she had committed, as she nervously stole a glance at his innocence.

"By the way, mom," John said, "we've got this field project this weekend at cadet camp. We'll be leaving on Friday and be back the next day, probably by 1 in the afternoon," he told her.

"Oh," she replied.

"Will you be ok, alone, I mean," he said, concerned for his mother. "Anyway, I'll inform Uncle Mark that I won't be around, so you don't have to worry," 

Anna took a deep breath and silently made her son's drink.

"I'll call you when we arrive so you can pick me up," John kissed his mother goodnight on the cheek and left her, walking back to his room.

Lying on her bed, Anna tried to focus, reading the points of her meeting but everything was a blank. 

Friday afternoon

Mark had received his nephew's call on Wednesday informing him of his impending absence and subsequent request to look in on his mom. 

Mark had not been to the house since the fateful episode. He felt awkward and anxiety when he arrived. 

As he got out of the car, John opened the door and greeted his uncle.

"Hi Uncle Mark, thanks for coming. Mom's inside, packing something for me to eat on the way. I was about to leave as soon as mom's ready; by the way, could you give me a lift to school instead?" John said. "Then I don't have to bother mom." 

"Sure thing, John, I'll wait for you here, no need to go in," Mark replied.

John went back into the house to collect his bags.

When he came out again, Anna was behind him. John turned to kiss his mom goodbye. She looked up and met her brother's eyes.

"Hi Mark," she said, hoping that John would not notice her uncomfortable distress. "See you later."

She waved to her son as the car drove off. Walking back into the house, her heartbeat was rapid, her emotions in dilemma.

Anna had no contact with Mark after his last phone call where she had cut him off when she put the phone down. Sitting at her desk, she tried to concentrate on her computer but she knew that time was running out. Soon he will be back and they had to confront each other. There was no way out.

The sound of his car made her a nervous wreck. She heard his footsteps on the pavement and the sound of the door closing. He was in the hall.

Anna tried to sound as normal as she could and called out from her room. "There are sandwiches and a cup of hot drink on the kitchen table," she said.

"Thanks," Mark replied, relieved that Anna was in her room. He did not know how to face her nor what to say. At the same time, he wanted her so badly.

He sat at the dining table and then moved on to the sofa in the hall. For almost half an hour, he tried to read the newspaper but every minute his eyes reverted to the direction of Anna's room. Finally he could not endure the silence. He stood up and headed for her room. He paused for a moment and knocked lightly on her door.

"Can I come in," Mark called out.

There was no answer.

"Anna," he said again.

When she did not respond, he slowly opened the door. Anna was sitting at her worktable, her back towards him. The computer screen was not lighted. Anna did not turn around nor did she acknowledge him. Taking a deep breath, Mark walked in and stood behind her. Her silence was deafening.

"Do you want me to leave," he said softly.

Anna felt his closeness and she knew where they were heading. She felt helpless against the growing conflicting needs of her very core. She flinched when he reached down and held her hand.

Mark slowly pulled her to stand up and she followed his lead. His eyes were intently upon her face but she avoided his. For a while, they just stood beside her chair, her hands in his. No words were spoken as he unbuttoned her blouse. He spread it and pushed it off her shoulders, placing it on the chair. Mark unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. Anna stood in her bra and panties. 

Anna kept her eyes down, looking at the floor. He gently lifted her chin so that their eyes met. Both were breathing heavily. Mark quickly took off his clothes and stood naked before his sister. Anna had no choice but saw the hardened penis so near her body.

Mark gently turned her around and unhooked her bra releasing the twin globes of her full breasts. He then pulled down her panties. 

His arms went around her and pulled her tight against his warmness. The palms of his hands cupped her breasts and she felt his stiffness against the cleft of her buttocks.

Unable to keep silent anymore, Anna moaned out a gasp when Mark's thumb and finger tweaked her nipples, making them grow puffy and hard.

The man and woman stood clasped against each other for a long while just savoring their intense desire for each other as he caressed the flesh he craved for almost in desperation.

His hand moved down to her tummy, rubbing it with loving care. She moaned again when he caressed her fur and touched the wetness, already seeping out of her vagina.

"I love you so much," he said haltingly against her ear as his finger entered her.

Anna could hardly stand firm when Mark penetrated her with his finger. All her pent up and suppressed emotions exploded when Mark's finger began to move in fucking motion inside her slippery channel. 

Her knees buckled as she lost control, squirting a stream of her juices onto his hand.

"Oh God, oh God," she groaned in submission.

He held her firmly around her waist and with his finger still inside her; he walked her to her bed. Pulling out, he laid her down on her back. Mark lifted Anna's legs onto his shoulders. He spread her open and his mouth descended onto her mound. Intoxicated by the odor of her secretion, he kissed her opening like the lips of her mouth. He made love to the softness of her vaginal lips, occasionally taking her clitoris between his lips. He inserted his tongue inside her.

Anna bit her lips, unable to contain herself as waves of multiple orgasm coursed through her body, making her ejaculate more squirts upon her brother's wondrous ravishment of her womanly opening. 

Quivering in need and desire, she moaned out, "Fuck me....please fuck me."

Mark raised himself up and reached out for his trousers with his leg. He rummaged through his pocket and extracted a condom. He placed it onto his straining penis where his precum had already seeped out in copious amount. 

Kissing his sister's mound one last time, he placed the hard flesh against her opening. He entered her easily and felt her inner muscles took an instant grip on his phallus.

Mark's mouth was on Anna's as their lips locked in passion. He fucked her with strong sharp strokes, and as the intensity increased, he penetrated her as deep as he could until their bodies were meshed together as one. 

When he came, they shuddered simultaneously but both felt incomplete even in their release. He had constantly dreamt of splashing his seed inside her and she felt the emptiness when his semen spurted not against her flesh but inside his condom.

He caressed her with tenderness when they came down from their peak, kissing her and confessing his deep love and care for her. 

Anna had never experienced such erotic love making with her late husband as she lay in Mark's protective arms. She felt a new woman, a complete woman. When he pulled out, she felt a slackness in her vagina. Shyly, she looked down to see his condom covered penis where his whitish sperm coated the sides of the rubber. In a moment of unadulterated love for this man, she sat up and gently unsheathed the protective piece. Mark's firm girth was soaked and slippery. 

He moaned in wonder as Anna dipped her head and took him into her mouth. The taste and smell of him did not offend her as she sucked him tenderly. She felt him growing in her mouth as he began to push his hips up deeper into her. When his body tightened, she felt him spurt. She pushed down and felt his head at the entrance of her throat. She had to swallow the last few ejaculations directly down her gullet. 

Mark took her face in his hands and brought her towards him. He kissed her sperm wet lips.

After they rested, she took his hand and led him into the bathroom. As they showered, he washed her and in the process, fucked her between her breasts as he had no time to retrieve a fresh condom.

Hungry and exhausted, the siblings sat at the dinner table eating an instant chicken pie that Anna rustled up from the freezer. As they ate, they sat looking lovingly at each other, with their own thoughts.

The first night they slept together, Mark fucked his sister twice more and they dropped off to sleep, cuddled in each others arms, too tired to clean up after their last climax.

Saturday

Anna's eyes fluttered open and felt the glare of sun shining through the louvered windows. Stretching herself, she was aware of an arm over her breasts. That pushed away the cobwebs immediately. She sat up and looked at Mark, still asleep and breathing lightly. The smell of stale sex was prevalent in the air. As she got off the bed, she noticed the tell tale spots of dried semen and her love juice on the bed sheet. She moved her hand to her crotch and felt her caked pubic hair. Anna looked at the table clock beside her bed and saw that it was almost 11am. 

She shook Mark. He mumbled incoherently and opened his eyes. Anna's nude body came into focus and he felt stirrings in his loins. He made a grab for her but she stepped back out of his reach,

"Come on, sis, I want you," he implored.

"It's almost 11 and I've got to fetch John soon," she said hurriedly. "You must leave and I have to clean up this room. God, we have to be careful, what if he ever suspects anything," she continued.

Mark was brought back to the present and appreciated her concerns. He got up and went into the bathroom.

While he was in the toilet, Anna quickly changed new sheets and made the bed. She noticed the used condom and wrapped it in a tissue.

Mark waited in the hall while Anna dressed. When she came out of her room, they held each other and kissed. 

"I hope my lipstick is not smeared," she said demurely. 

"You look gorgeous dressed or naked," he said, caressing her cheeks.

"You sure you going to be all right?" he enquired.

She just smiled at him, nodding her head.

"Mark," she said softly. "We have to be very, very careful. I don't know where we are heading and I don't want to think about it. There's John, Linda, mom and dad and heaven knows the whole world. I will die if someone ever finds out," she continued with a catch in her voice.

"I know, my love," Mark answered. "I will come to you only when you tell me to. You know I want to be with you always, anytime, anywhere," he told her gently.

"Take care," he said, "and call me, ok."

Mark left her and Anna got into her car to fetch John.

To be continued.



Desire Becomes Reality Ch. 03



Anna arrived at the school and John was already waiting for her. She took a last minute glance at the car mirror making sure that she looked presentable. She was worried of any signs of love bite on her pale colored neck. Luckily there was none.

On the way home, John talked excitedly about the events at cadet camp but she was preoccupied with her own thoughts. After a while, John noticed his mother's quiet demeanor and turned his head to look at her.

"Something on your mind, mom," he said.

Anna realized that she had not really heard much of what her son was chatting about and she felt guilty.

"Ehh, sorry John, what did you say," she replied with a forced smile.

"You seem to be miles away," he answered.

"Emmm, it's this new article that they wanted me to do, it kept me awake most of the night," she lied unconvincingly.

"Tell me, how was your project," she tried to turn back to his conversation.

John continued felt that his mother was not really attentive to what he said. They reached the house and he carried his bag to his room while Anna went into hers.

Once inside, she took a deep breath, berating herself for being inconsiderate. She could have raised unnecessary suspicions that could lead to disastrous consequences. 

Taking hold of herself, she went out and called out to John.

"I'll get you lunch, John," she said outside his door.

"Ok mom, I'll change first," he replied.

After they had lunch together, she informed John that she had to run to the news office to send in her article. 

While Anna was away, John worked on his computer. He was completing his school assignment for the following day. John looked for a certain software disc when he realized that Anna had borrowed it for her work. He hoped that his mother had not taken it along with her as he walked to her room to locate it.

It was not on her worktable. He opened the drawers and saw the disc. He was about to leave when he noticed a crumpled tissue at the side of the table. He reached out to drop the tissue into the wastepaper basket. He was about to dispose it when he observed the tell tale piece that stuck out at the end. 

At 20, John knew what it was. He was dumbstruck at the discovery. He was in two minds whether to proceed but curiosity got the better of him. Slowly he unfolded the offending tissue. His pulse rate multiplied as he viewed the used condom. His hands were shaking as he placed the item back to its original position.

John quickly left his mother's room and walked back into his. Unimaginable thoughts swirled in his head. Something happened over the weekend. There could only be one conclusion. His mother had a sexual relationship with someone. The evidence was conclusive. 

John had never imagined his mother being involved with anyone since his father's death. There were no signs or evidence of any man in her life. He had never thought of Anna in any sexual capacity; she was just a mother as far as he was concerned. He could not come to terms with what he had just found out. As he sat deep in thought, he could not help but envisioned the image of his mother in bed with some stranger, taking liberties on her body. Anger and pangs of jealousy welled up within him. 

When Anna came home, John pretended to be asleep when she came into his room. He could not bring himself to face her. He felt betrayed that she had not confined in him that she was seeing somebody. And the fact that they had been fucking in the house made it all the more sordid.

Dinner that night was a torture for him as he sat across her. Anna was in her night dress. John only looked at his mother when she got up and her back was towards him. He saw her differently, not as he always had. He could not help but the image of her being fucked by a faceless man made him choke of the piece of meat he was swallowing.

As he coughed repeatedly, Anna ran to him in motherly concern. She patted his back.

"Take your time to swallow, John," she told him, handing him a cup of water.

He drank it gratefully and resumed his dinner. He was shocked at his feelings when she stood next to him. Anna did not wear her bra in the confines of home and John's acute new awareness of his mother's womanly curves was a sudden and intense reality of sinful yearnings that coursed through him. He had sexual contacts with girls in school but this was something entirely different. 

"Are you feeling ok," Anna asked her son, "you don't look too good."

"I'm fine mother," John replied.

Anna was taken aback. He had never addressed her as 'mother' as far as she could recall. It was always 'mom'. She looked at her son, trying to fathom his thoughts.

John finished his dinner and excused himself, telling her that he was tired and wanted an early sleep.

Anna kissed him and felt him pulling back, ever so slightly, but she felt his recoil. Walking back to her room, she was confused at her son's reaction. As she sat on her bed, she spied the piece of tissue containing the condom. Quickly she got up and immediately flushed it down the toilet. God, she said to herself, how she could be so careless, leaving it lying around. What if John had come in and seen it.

1 month later:

Anna and Mark had met twice in secrecy at a motel on the outskirts of town. It had been hurried affairs, because they were constantly aware of the possibilities of being discovered. But their wanton need for each other made them take the risks.

That weekend, John informed Anna that he would be late coming home as he was spending time at his friend's house. 

Unable to help herself, knowing that John would be away for the day, Anna rang up her brother telling him that there were a few hours for them to spend together on the weekend. 

Mark parked his car away from the vicinity of the house and waited. He waited and saw John getting into his friend's car. When they were out of sight, he drove into the driveway.

In reality, John had no intentions of going to his friend's place. He wanted to find out who his mother had been meeting. Since the day he knew her secret, there was no one that she introduced him to nor did she talk about meeting anybody. He did not want to spy on her but her deception became an obsession that dominated his everyday existence. 

John told his friend to drop him off in town, making excuse that he had something important to attend to. He walked into a snack joint and took a drink, spending an hour to decide whether he should do what he intended to. He finally made up his mind, hailed a cab and headed for home. He stopped a block away and walked towards the house. His heart skipped a beat when he saw two cars in the driveway.

He felt relieved when he noticed it was Uncle Mark's vehicle. As he approached the house, it suddenly dawned on him the unspeakable possibilities. His heart said no but he had the unthinkable premonition of what he fearfully dreaded.

He stood outside the door, not wanting to enter. Everything seemed so quiet. With trembling hand, he turned the door knob. It was locked. John took out his key and slowly unlocked the door. He let himself in. There was no one in the hall. His eyes wandered around. He heard the soft cries.

He looked towards his mother's room. The door was slightly ajar. The sounds emitted from the direction. His heart thumping rapidly, John tiptoed to the door and stood still. The fear of discovery made him want to run.

He heard his uncle's voice. 

"I could suck your breasts forever, love," Mark said, amidst the sucking sounds that followed.

John's knees could hardly hold him up. His uncle and his mother were inside doing what married couples were doing.

"Suck me, please suck me," Mark moaned.

John stepped closer towards the slight opening and his eyes saw their images reflected on the dressing table mirror. His eyes almost popped out as he saw his mother's mouth enclosed on her brother's stiff penis, bobbing up and down while he held her head in his hands.

The erotic scene, like the adult tapes he watched, made his penis stiffened painfully in his underwear. He watched with rising awe as Mark lifted his mother's legs and his mouth closed on her crotch.

"God, dear god, so nice, so nice," Anna moaned.

John craned his neck closer to get a better view. He gasped when he heard Mark utter.

"I want to fuck you now."

"It's ok, I'm on the pill, I want to feel you." Anna said.

He watched his uncle mount his mother and inserted his penis inside her.

The obscene sound of their flesh meeting made him ejaculate into his cotton briefs.

"Sweetheart, I'm coming, I'm coming," Mark cried out as he kissed Anna tightly.

John knew he should not stand there any longer and slowly made his way out.

He closed and locked the main door. John walked away from the house. He wandered a block away and strolled aimlessly. He looked down and saw the wet patch at the front of his trousers. 

For a long while he waited until he saw his uncle's car passed the bend where he stood, out of sight.

He had seen something so personal that only a handful of humans had the opportunity to witness, a son watching his mother being fucked by her brother.

He walked home listlessly, unsure of what he should do. 

John stepped into the house and saw his mother in her bathrobe, taking a drink in the kitchen. Her hair was combed back, still wet.

They looked at each other.

All he could see in his mind was her nude form, in her throes of sexual surrender as uncle Mark was taking her beautiful body.

"You're home early," she said, her cheeks blushing in sudden anxiety.

"Uhhh, Frank had to run some errands for his mother. Something came up," he lied. "By the way, did anyone dropped in?" he continued.

"No," Anna replied.

With his back towards her, John said softly, "I was quite sure I saw Uncle Mark's car along the road as I was heading home."

Anna bit her lips and could only respond, "Oh, are you sure?"

Part 4 to follow.



Desire Becomes Reality Ch. 04



She saw the envelope on her dressing table. Anna looked at it, puzzled, and picked it up. It was John's hand writing. It was not gummed together and she took out the folded paper. Her hands trembled as she read. Anna felt weak and sat on the edge of her bed. Her mouth felt dry and her throat constricted. 

'I know what you and Uncle Mark had been doing. I saw you both in your room. I did not mean to spy but the door was ajar. I'll be home later tonight. We have to talk.' It was signed 'John'.

Anna's face flushed. The blood rushed to her head and she clutched the letter in her trembling hand. Her heart beat became erratic and felt like fainting. God, John had witness the sinful act between her and Mark. He saw the whole sordid affair.

Anna did not know how long she sat in solitude, her thoughts running wild. How could she face her son? He would be home soon. The small table clock on the table showed 9.38pm. Time passed like eons when she heard the front door opening. In the stillness of late evening, she could only wait for the inevitable. 

As Anna sat in turmoil, she heard John closing the door of his room.

She waited for the dreaded knock on her door but there was only silence. Realizing that there was nothing she could do except to face the inevitable confrontation. She had thought of calling Mark but decided against it. Anna dragged herself up and headed for the bathroom. She desperately hoped that it was a nightmare and she would wake up to but the cold shower water drenching her burning body proved otherwise. 

As the water cascaded down, she visualized what John had seen that day when Mark made love with her on her bed. It had to be a traumatic experience for her son. Why didn't she lock the door? 

She dressed in her pajamas and sat down, her heart pounding. Every little sound was amplified.

She heard his soft footsteps and it stopped. She heard the quiet knock. Anna clasped her arms around her and remained silent. The knock was slightly louder and she heard him.

"Mom, can I come in," John said.

Without waiting for her reply, John opened the door and stepped in. Anna looked at him. Her son somehow looked different. His face was flushed and his eyes had a wild look. He was wearing only a towel around his midriff. His young sturdy chest was matted with fine curly dark hair. Anna could only stare at the young man. She had seen him often around the house dressed in this state, but at the moment, he looked like a stranger.

He sat by her dressing table. 

Mother and son looked at each other, both locked in their own thoughts and fears.

"I see you read my note," John said.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry John," Anna cried as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Please forgive me," she cried, as she wiped the tears from the eyes. "I will die if it anyone knows about it," she continued.

"Don't hate me John, I could not live if you hated me," Anna pleaded.

John felt a twinge of regret at his actions but the vision of the woman on the bed, so vulnerable, had a mortal effect on him. His own sexual urges were heightened and he knew he wanted her so desperately, his own mother. 

The words just flowed out of him, beyond his control.

"It's our own secret but I have to tell you something," he said, his voice shaking.

For the first time, Anna raised her head to look at him, a great burden lifted from her chest. 

"What is it John," she said softly.

"I love you mom, so much you don't know how I loved and wanted you all my life," John said.

Anna stared at him. 

"What!!!" she gasped in shock.

"I want you as a woman," John said. He stood up and removed the towel that covered him.

For the first time since he grew to be a young man, Anna saw her son's naked body. She looked at him in horror. She saw the firm, hardened penis and the bush of black hair that covered his crotch.

"No, God, no," Anna turned her face away. This is insane, it is not happening.

And he was by the side, on the edge of the bed.

Anna squirmed to middle, her hands pushing him away, but John held them firm in his. There was wanting and desire in his eyes. There was fear and horror in hers.

Instinct told her to fight him but the sudden physical weakness in her body made her unable to move. John reached out and held her hands, not roughly but firm as they watched each other.

"I love you and this is our secret," he said haltingly.

"No John, don't be insane," she stammered.

Releasing her hands, John cupped her head and his lips descended onto hers. Her lips were dry and his tongue wetted hers, kissing her urgently. 

"Arrgg, no, no, arrgg," she uttered in despair.

John was insistent as his tongue pride opens her lips and seeks entrance. Her resistance that did not last as his tongue entered her mouth. His kiss was deep and full of youthful passion. For a while Anna remained passive but her son's sucking of her mouth and tongue finally made her moan into his as her head fell onto the mattress. He kissed her deeply and he felt her responding in return.

John raised his body and caressed his mother's hair. He kissed and licked the tears that streamed down her cheeks. He kept telling how much he loved and wanted her.

Anna felt his fingers unclasping the buttons of her pajama's top. She gasped as his hot, trembling palms closed onto her exposed breasts.

"Oh God," she moaned as her son kneaded her breasts gently. His lips were on her nipples, sucking them. The touch of his tongue on the sensitive buds made them hardened. The same mouth that had nourished on them when he was a baby was now sucking them in sexual wanting. Anna's breath came in gasps as John fed on her nipples, as though trying to extract milk from the fullness of her breasts.

John reached out and took Anna's right hand. He placed it on his penis. The contact of her fingers on the warm pulsating hard flesh made her draw back. But John held on and made her hold him. His girth was wide and she could barely close her fingers around him. She felt him throbbing.

John made her hold and gently masturbate him. It was the moment of truth. With a cry of fulfillment, John stiffened and his youthful sperm ejaculated, spurting to wet Anna's hand. In his intense orgasm, John kissed his mother's mouth, his buttocks bucking in fucking motion against Anna's closed fist as he drained himself, wetting the sheets.

When he had finished, John raised himself off his mother and sat by her side. He got off the bed and reached for his towel. He tenderly wiped the stickiness off her hand and fingers. He cleaned himself. Anna lay exhausted and still in awe at what transpired as John buttoned up her top.

Anna's eyes wandered down and saw that the young man's penis was still turgid and hard. A small gob of cum was still exuding out.

Without a word, Anna got up and headed into the bathroom.

Under the shower, Anna cleaned herself, in her mind, hoping the water would wash away the shame of allowing her son to use her body. She shivered as she recalled the feelings of acute pleasure when his hands and mouth were on her breasts. Touching them unconsciously, Anna jumped at the intense sensitive endings that made her nipples stiffened. 

As she toweled, she tried to put into perspective the events that culminated in the incestuous sins committed, both with Mark and John. It was completely out of the norm that it could happen to her. How could she face the future with both of them? It was different with Mark but it was closer to rape with John. 

What about John? They stayed in the same house. She knew everything would finally end in catastrophe; their lives were changed forever. The thought of running away and living somewhere alone was the only solution. What would happen if Mark found out?

Cautiously, she opened the bathroom door. John was still lying on her bed. She felt her anger rising at his presence.

"Please leave my room, I need some privacy," she said.

"I thought....," John began.

"What happened happened and it is over, I don't want to talk about it," Anna replied.

Initially, John thought he had won over his mother and looked forward to the night, but her words deflated him. He looked at her and only saw a woman of passion. His next words shocked not only Anna but himself.

"I will confront Mark and tell him everything, and then I will tell grandpa and grandma," he said.

"What had got into you, are you mad, do you know what you are saying," Anna said in desperation.

"What do you want," Anna continued.

"Come here," he said.

Anna walked to him apprehensively. With only her big towel covering her body she stood in front of him.

John held her by her hips and looked up.

"You know what I want mom, from today onwards you are mine and mine alone. I want you to stop seeing Mark. You belong to me." It was a statement of finality.

He pulled the towel off her. John pulled her closer to him and his mouth clasped on her crotch. That elicited a cry of astonishment from Anna. She bends her upper body forward, her breasts brushing against his head as he licked her clitoris. It was electrifying and Anna had to part her legs unconsciously to allow him access to her womanly secrets. 

John felt his mother's hips move in jerky motion as his tongue rasped against the tiny bud. The cleft of her vagina began to get slippery as his wandering tongue penetrated her. In his uncomfortable position, John tongue fucked his mother and she grasped his hair tightly, moaning in unsaturated pleasure.

Releasing her, John got up and turned his mother around. With one arm around her belly, he bent his knees and pushed his penis into her. When he entered, he straightened up, making Anna to stand on her toes. John began to fuck her slowly. Anna moaned as his thick girth moved in and out of her vagina, sometimes slow and at times faster. He was like a man possessed. 

With both palms kneading her breasts, John whispered in her ear. "God, Anna, I am really fucking you."

The mention of her name pierced through Anna's fogged mind. Her son was calling out her name in the throes of his taboo taking of her.

"I know you are on the pill, I heard you and Mark talking," John said in gasps as he pulled his mother down to sit on his lap, their loins joined. Kissing her back, he buffeted her on his lap. His hold on her breasts tightened making her grimace in pleasure and pain as he came inside her. Anna never felt such orgasm, not even with Mark as her son emptied his pent up love cream deep within her. 

Anna cried out, as sweat drained from both their bodies. She collapsed weakly against him as John kept fucking her even when he was completely drained.

He pulled her down, her back on his chest, his thick penis still lodged inside her. Using his legs, he lifted her onto the bed. He caressed her tender breasts and stroked her hair.

The time on the clock showed 11.38pm. Mother and son slept in the spoon position. Anna's room reeked of sex; the mattress was soggy with their combined secretions.



Desire Becomes Reality Ch. 05



Anna's story.

After that first time with John almost a week ago, he did not touch me again. Lately, he was busy at work and came home only very late at night. It was the year's end and closing account time at the company he works in. 

I kept my bedroom door locked. We saw each other in the mornings but never brought up the subject. I sensed a change in him. He does not look me in the eye and I kept out of his way. I still prepared him breakfast every morning. We were civil but the closeness between a mother and son we had before, was lost forever.

I had made up my mind regarding my relationship with my brother, Mark. I arranged to meet him at the local library and it was heartbreaking when I told him that it was over between us. What sins we had committed before was so wrong. I said I had come to my senses and I just could not cope with incest. I pleaded with him to continue will only destroy us. Mark begged, telling me that his life was not worth living without me, but I was adamant. I told him that we must be strong, to forgive and forget. He pleaded one last time but I walked away from him. Mark was devastated and my heart cried out for him. I love him as my brother and I had loved him as my lover. 

What made me decide to reject my brother? Was it my son's threat to expose everything? Deep inside, I knew that was not the reason. A shiver runs through me when I recalled how John had taken me. His masculinity and lust for my body had made me cry out for him in my need. But I could not encourage nor show him that I wanted him. It was best if things gradually work itself back to normality.

As I lay on my bed, reading with the small table lamp on, the door opened. The light was low and I could see John's silhouette, standing there, looking at me. I put the book down. He closed the door and stepped in. I could see he had his shower as his hair was wet. He had his bathrobe on. My heart was beating furiously. It had been a week since that last time he was in my room.

He untied the sash of his robe and dropped it to the floor. For the second time I stared at my son's naked body. His penis was stiff. He climbed on my bed and knelt beside me. I just looked into his eyes.

He touched my face, his finger lingering along my lips. I wondered if he could hear my heart pounding. His lips were gentle as he brushed them against mine. He entered my mouth. I almost died as I kissed him back; it had been a week and my need for him was torture.

He moved between my legs and placed his fingers on the elastic of my pajama bottom. John peeled it down and put it aside. He pushed my top up to my belly, exposing my satin panties. He pressed his head between my thighs and sucked me through my panties.

God, he was doing things to me that I had never experienced before. After sucking me for awhile, he raised his head. I could feel the complete wetness at the crotch of my panties. John peeled them off. 

"You are so wet and soft," he said as he again mouthed my naked flesh and worked his way, covering my matted pubic hair. As he ate me, my body trembled erratically and my hands reached out to grip the headboard behind. 

John put his hands on my buttocks and raised my bottom so that he could gain more access to my womanly secrets. I placed my legs on his shoulders. He opened me up and sucked deep into my vagina. I felt a tremendous erotic urge and my orgasm started. I uttered incoherent words as the floodgates of my vaginal secretions flowed out into John's sucking mouth.

My body shook as he kept eating me. When I passed through the shockwaves that racked me, he put me down. My eyes opened to see my son's wet face, smeared with my love juices.

"Did I make it good for you, Anna?" he said.

"Oh God," was all I could reply.

"Take off your top Anna," he said urgently.

I unbuttoned and slipped off my top.

"Hold your breasts and press them together," John said.

I did as he said as he moved up to straddle me. He placed his penis between the hillocks and fucked my breasts. His hot penis was slippery with his saliva. My son held my nipples, tweaking them. This went on for some time and then he said.

"Please Anna, I'm going to cum," he said.

He moved towards my face. His hands cradled my head; the bulbous head was at my lips. As I opened my mouth, my son started ejaculating. His sperm dripped out onto my tongue. I sucked him, taking more of him into my mouth. As he pushed deeper into me, droplets of his semen dripped out of my mouth to wet my neck and breasts. The smell of his semen was strong. He filled my mouth. I closed my eyes and swallowed my son's sperm. I could not imagine that my body could respond to such acts.

John was insatiable. He rubbed his semen on my breasts and when he tweaked my nipples with sticky fluid, I came with a deep sigh. His lips were on mine as he tasted his own cum. My face was a mess and my hair was matted. I thought John had finished after he climaxed but he slithered down my body and his mouth was on my sex again. I felt him sucking my vagina. It was so incredible. 

He bent my knees until they touched my breasts. John inserted his thick penis and fucked me. His balls were hitting my buttocks with a flapping sound. I knew he ejaculated inside me as he gripped my thighs firmly. My son was fucking me like a dog in heat.

At last, he heaved a sigh and fell on my chest, squashing my sperm painted breasts. My legs were crossed around his back as I stroked his head. I wondered if this was what I would go through the days ahead. John could not want me with this staggering intensity forever. He was my lover and I could not live without him.

He moved into my room and every night he mounted me until we fell asleep in total exhaustion. When I had my period John would either fuck my breasts or made me suck him till he came in my mouth. I must have swallowed so much of my son's sperm. 

Even in the mornings John would track me in the kitchen. 

That day I was dressed, ready to go to my editor's office. I was preparing a cup of coffee for him before I leave. He walked in and stood behind me. He gave me a kiss on my neck and I felt his hardness against my buttocks. I told him I had to hurry. I was already late.

He raised my skirt and pulled my panties down. Before I could stop him, his face was on my buttocks, his wet tongue between the cleft where my thighs met. He pulled me to the sofa and took off his trousers.  Pushing me to lie prone with my head on the sofa's end, he straddled me. I waited as John placed his turgid head against my lips. I let him slid in and he fucked my mouth. When he was about to come, John pulled my head up as he held his penis and began to stroke. I could see his face contorting to hold his climax but he shuddered as his semen dripped out. It wet my lips and John rubbed his pulsating organ and entered my mouth. I felt the splattering of my son's man juice on my tongue as I sucked him until he stopped quivering and heaved a sigh of satisfaction. 

I squirmed from beneath him and rushed to my room. I cleaned up and changed into a new outfit, the former already soiled with cum. When I was ready, I walked briskly out. John was still lying on the sofa and he gave me a weak smile. I left him and rushed to the car.

After 2 months of constant ravishment where both mother and son succumbed to uncontrollable desires, Anna was still not completely abandoned to showing her very true feelings towards John. She still retained that little dignity within her inner self even when her son made her come in intense orgasm. 

In the 3rd month of their incestuous coupling, Anna's father and mother paid them a visit, staying for 2 weeks. During this period, Mark stopped by a few times for dinner with the family. There was a strained atmosphere which Anna's mother, matter of fact mentioned the other day. Anna avoided both Mark and John's eyes. Dinner together was a time for reflection and Anna felt terrible and guilt ridden. 

Two weeks was a long time and John could only steal glances at his mother. His need for her was overwhelming but there was nothing he could do. When Mark was around, John pretended not to notice anything but his eyes were always on his uncle searching for any signs if he still had any involvement with Anna. He did not notice anything which could make him feel hostile towards his uncle.

On the last day of their visit, John was still at the office when his grandparents left for home. Anna kissed them and bade them bon voyage. As their car receded in the horizon, she felt the chillness as the cold autumn breeze gently reminded her to get indoors. 

The house was quiet, now that she was alone. It was time for her to evaluate her situation. She had allowed events to overtake reality. Anna decided she had to relocate and be incognito for a long time. Time always has a way of healing. 

It was late and Anna dozes off on her bed. She thought she was having a wet dream. The gentle tweaking of her nipples made her take deep breaths when she awoke to John's tender manipulation of her breasts.

"Oh John," she cried softly.

She felt his nakedness and his hard organ between her thighs. In the dim light, she looked down to see her pajama bottoms pulled down to her knees. Her top was still on but were spread open. John's hands were cupping her breasts.

"I missed you so much Anna," John whispered in her ear as he caressed her.

"We have to talk John," Anna said. 

She wiggled away from him and sat holding her knees to her chest. John looked at his mother and he lusted for her, sitting there like a woman waiting to be fucked. He could see between her thighs, at her furry channel. It had been two weeks since he touched her. He could only masturbate in the secrecy of his room when his grandparents were around.

Anna saw the look in his eyes and said, "No John, please, we have to talk."

"We cannot go on like this. What do you want from me? Am I just to satisfy your desires?" Anna said.

"God, how can you say such things, mom," John replied. "I love you more than life itself. Of course I want you, yes I admit I want you every time I look at you," he continued.

"Tell me John, what you see in the future for us," Anna said.

"If you want the truth mom, don't be shocked," he replied.

"The truth, son," Anna said, her heart beating in anticipation.

"I want to marry you. I want you as my wife. I want you when you are pregnant with my child in your tummy. I want you when your breasts are filled with milk. I want to suck your milk. That is what I want mom," John said, looking at Anna.

She stared at him flabbergasted. What monster have I created, she shuddered.

"There is one more thing I want from you," John continued. "It will be our secret and one day, you will know."

Anna trembled at her son's erotic visions of her. Looking at John, she could see the longing and love in his eyes. And she loved him, both as a son and as a man to whom she had surrendered her body and soul.

"We have to move away, far, far away where nobody knows us," Anna said. "We have to start a new life."

"Oh mom, do you really mean it, you will be my wife?" John said incredulous that his mother had accepted his wishes.

"Come here," Anna held out her arms.

They kissed like sweethearts.

Anna's fingers reached down and clasped her son's penis. It was so warm and so firm. The tip of her finger rubbed the slit and it was sticky with his dripping pre cum.

John's finger rubbed against her opening and penetrated her moist channel. He finger fucked her while she stroked him, their mouth clasped together. He pushed her slowly to lie on her back, his finger still moving in and out of her. When he felt she was ready, he pulled out his finger and mounted her. His thick phallus penetrated and he held it motionless deep inside her. He pulled out till his knob was at her vagina lips. He pushed in again, deep and fucked her with a few strokes. John pulled out, his penis soaked with her secretions. 

He wet his fingers with her juices and rubbed it on her anus. Anna eyes widened at her son's touch. John's finger kept circling the tiny hole and the sensation that shot up her flesh was exquisite. It was a new experience and she had never been touched there that way before. 

"Mom, this is our secret," John said, "is it nice for you?"

Anna could only nod her head.

"Just relax, I will not hurt you," he assured her.

Anna's mind was already lost as strange sensations washed over her as she felt her son's finger pushing gently against her anal opening.

She gasped as her anus opened and his finger entered her rectum. It felt so different, something foreign in her behind. The sensitive nerves made her anal muscle gripped his finger as he lodged in. Once he had penetrated her to the first knuckle, John did not move and just allowed Anna to get used to his finger. He pulled out slowly and wet his finger in his mouth. Anna watched him almost in awe as he again placed his finger at her tiny hole and pushed in. This time he moved his finger in and out in slow motion until his finger was sunk completely inside her. 

It would be easier and more comfortable for Anna if John had made her lie on her stomach but John had only one thought in his mind. He wanted and needed to watch his mother's face when he took her anally. John made him mother sit so that her back was against the headrest. He kissed her and lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders. He sat between her upraised thighs, his finger with clear access to her vagina and anus.

"Are you going to...." Anna asked John apprehensively.

"Yes, my love, I am going to fuck here," placing his finger against her tiny hole. A spurt of pre cum dripped onto the mattress when he said that.

John closed onto his mother's anal opening and he rubbed his velvet head. He had taken the tube of lubricant earlier and had pressed it into Anna's opening. The cold gel filled her rectal channel. Anna watched as John held his shiny lubricated hard rod of flesh and he pushed it against her. 

She cried out in fear of the impending pain. Her hands pushed out against his chest but John crowded in and his bulbous head gained entrance as Anna emitted a strangled scream as her anal muscle surrendered its tightness. Once the barrier was breached, John's penis gained more access into her rectal canal.

She felt the sudden fullness; the pain was dulled by the smoothness of the entry as John had lubricated her well. He let her adjust to the fullness as he kissed and caressed her breasts. For almost a minute he did not move. When he began fucking her slowly, she felt warmness and tightness in her rectum. The feeling was so different and it sent sparks of sensuous sensation exploding in her racked mind.

The son fucked his mother's bottom as he placed his hands beneath her buttocks to raise her for deeper entry. It could not last as John cried out.

"Oh Anna, here it comes," he gasped.

In the tightness, she felt the throbbing of his thickness. John stopped shaking and his penis popped out of her anus. She breathes deeply. John watched his mother's anus gapped into a round hole which closed until there was remained only the crinkled opening. His semen flowed out in thick gobs. 

Anna felt a mild cramp in her lower abdomen and tried as she did; she could not help but released a tiny fart. This caused a spray of cum from her closed anal opening to spurt out. 

She touched her buttocks. She belonged to John completely. He had taken her virginity, the final one from her body.

John was very tender with her. He cleaned her and kissed her inflamed anus, telling her that she had made him a complete man. That night, he claimed her back passage twice more, the final time at early dawn, with her lying on her stomach while he pumped her deeply from behind. 

After John left for work, Anna got up, and walked gingerly into the bathroom. Sitting on the commode, Anna pressed her stomach to constrict and released the accumulated cum that her son had deposited inside her rectum the whole night. It was a new feeling of wonder and she had a series of orgasm herself during the final anal fuck. 

They had to plan fast for the future. She shivered remembering what John said earlier. He wants to marry her, to bear his child or children; and he wanted to feed from her breasts. It was simply incredible but possible.

"Should there be a final chapter?"