0 comments/ 129573 views/ 9 favorites Silent Seduction By: ADOM It was a hot summer in the early 1950’s. With both parents working, my twenty year old sister Mary and I were out of school on summer break. Mary is two years my senior. With no air-conditioning, each afternoon we would seek relief from the heat by talking or reading as we laid on the cool sheets of her bed. One day, which is etched in my memory forever, as we prepared to do the usual Mary began to take off her blouse and lower her shorts. She was standing there in her thin panties and see through bra. This was such a shock to me as I had spent hours spying to see her naked or at least in some state of undress and here she was! As she disrobed she looked at me and nodded. I assumed she wanted me to follow suite. I stared at the dark triangle of brown hair showing through her thin white panties and the top of her pink areola and erect nipples pressing against the thin top half of her bra. Pulling down my shorts and tossing my tee shirt to the floor I stood in my white jockey shorts. Turning from her I tried to push my now stiff cock up against my belly. Mary laid down on her stomach and I lay next to her on my back, not daring to move for what seemed like an eternity. I glanced down at her beautifully shaped butt and with a trembling hand, began to lightly stroke and rub her ass cheeks. I was cretin she would make me stop. To my surprise she didn't resist. Was she asleep? Then I heard, “HmMmmmm...Uhmm.,.” As she ground her crotch into the bed. Becoming braver I straddled her hips rubbing and massaging her back. My cock strained against my jockeys and nestled between the cheeks of her ample ass. She wiggled against me and my shaft nestled in her crevice. I moved my hands up and down her back. As I went up I slid a hand under her bra’s back strap. After a few repetitions she reached back with out a word and unsnapped the bra freeing her entire back to my touch. Mary then raised slightly and wiggled her bra straps over her shoulders, flinging the bra to the bedroom floor. I continued my massage now including the sides of her 38 C tits. My rod rode between her plump valley with each lung up and down her back. Again I heard, “Ohh..Mmmmm...mmmmm. Oh.. .ohhh.” Becoming bolder, on my trip down her back I began to roll down the elastic band topping her panties. Each trip down meant another lowering of the panties and more of her ass cheeks revealed and rubbed. By the time half of her ass crack was exposed she lifted her hips and pushed down one side of her panties while I pulled the other side and dropped them on the floor. As she parted her legs I knelt behind her. Bending down, I began running my tongue up and down her anal ally. As my lips moved to Mary’s fur covered pussy I slid my tongue between her full lips. She wiggled then reached back and push my head with a gentle tap. I thought to myself... This is it, she is really going to scream at me. Instead she rolled over on her back and parting her legs raised her knees in the air. I now had unfettered access to her creamy cunt. My first taste of pussy, it was warm to my lips and had a wonderful flavor and aroma. I licked and swirled my tongue consuming her juices. I felt Mary’s hands grab my head and pull me closer. Not being experienced I wasn’t sure what to do but let my instincts react. I slid one then another finger into her tight, hot hole continuing to lick and suck. Finding, what I later learned was, her clit I kissed and sucked it like a nipple. Suddenly her body began to convulse and shake. Her hands tighten on my head as she pressed her thighs against my face crying, “OooHhhhh... myyy... goood..oHhhh goooog...... yeeees... Ohhhyesssss....... OhmMmmmmm... Ohhhhhh mmmyyy.... goooaaad.....” I wasn’t sure what had happened. She began stroking my head and pulling me up. As our bodies slid against each other I cupped her full breast in my hands and pressing them together, my tongue tracing around the halos which framed her hard nipples. Sucking her nipples was so erotic as her hand reached down and stroked my cock still encased in my jockeys. Mary playfully pushed me off her and on to my back. She knelt next to me and pulled the waistband of my underwear down over my pulsating prick which sprang up like a rocket. Tossing my shorts, her head dropped to my rod and she began to lick the underside from the hairy base to my crimson cap. Her tongue swirled around the knob and she began her descend. Engulfing my meat with her lips she squeezed my balls as her mouth slid up and down my shaft. Now I had beat off plenty times.. But it was nothing like this. It was spectacular! I knew I was about to shoot my load.... But before I could say anything I exploded. Looking down I saw sis gulp, swallow and then open her mouth letting the balance of my cum dribble on my cock and stomach. With a smile she raised her cum dripping lips to mine and we kissed tasting our commingled juices. The next thing I knew she was up. Wiping my cream from her mouth she began putting on her clothes. I began to speak but she put her finger to my lips and with a smile shook her head sideways. We never did anything like that again and have not spoken of it to this day. That wonderful experience happened long ago but I continue to have the strongest desire to fuck my sister. Silent Seduction I'd been feeling distinctly uncomfortable for some time now, at least an hour, but I had no way to get home. I looked down at my Jack & Coke, that my last 8 bucks had purchased, and then over at my ride. He was "otherwise engaged" and by that I mean he was fucking some man in a gimp mask who was strapped to a leather sawhorse. I quickly looked away, desperate for someplace safe to rest my eyes, but the only respite from the leather and sin was the square of bar in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye I see someone sit on the stool next to me. I don't really want to but I turn to say 'Hello'. Even as it's leaving my mouth I realize my attempt at conversation will be futile- the man is wearing a ball-gag. He nods a greeting at me and then attempts to seduce me with his eyebrows. It had never crossed my mind that that was even possible- but those were 'come hither' eyebrows alright. "I'm not really in to this..." I wave my arm to encompass all the things going on in the room. "stuff. The most leather I have in my wardrobe are my shoes." The man's eyes, they're the blue-green mix of tropical water, bore into me and he slides off of his stool and onto his knees. He starts caressing my shoe with his cheek. I had to give him props for being persistent but I really just wasn't that interested. I mean, it's not like the guy wasn't attractive. In fact he was very attractive- just my type even. He was shirtless, his body lean and toned, and his caramel colored nipples had delicate silver rings in them. His hair was a wavy dirty-blonde that fell onto his cheeks and forehead in a charming boyish way- but I couldn't get past all this leather stuff. It was just weird. I mean, he couldn't talk and his hands were tied behind his back! He rubs my shoe with his face again and then begs me with his eyes. "I don't think my shoes really count, you know, they aren't the right kind of leather like-" I point to his pants which are so black and shiny they could be poured oil. In answer he shoves his face in my crotch. I have never been so surprised, embarrassed, and turned on in my entire life. I put my hands on his head to push him away but I'm already growing hard. He inhales deeply through his nose and rubs his face up and down in my crotch- caressing me through my slacks. My intended motion shifts to me curling my fingers in his soft hair and keeping his head in my crotch. His hot breath was seeping down through the fabric of my chinos as he nuzzled my junk and it felt wonderful- but I felt really weird about it. I did push him away then and the look he gave me was like a kid who just lost his balloon. It was a little sad and a little indignant. I sighed; "Can I take off your ball gag?" He shakes his head no and then jerks it behind him to indicate someone in the other part of the room. "Ah, you have a master wandering around here somewhere." He gives me the affirmative by nodding and then rubs his cheek on my knee. "Why are you so fixated on me?" He just looks at me and I realize what a silly question that is. "Your master sent you over, huh?" He nods. "Will you be punished if you don't please me?" His eyebrows knit together and he nods again- only slower. I took it to mean that, yes, he would be punished and it would not be in a fun way. "Do you love your master?" His eyes light up again and when he nods I feel a little better. I realize that I'm going to have to let him please me. I would feel terribly guilty, and spend a day or two worrying besides, if I caused him to get into trouble. I agreed to come to this stupid bar with my friend so it was partially my fault. "Alright- if I can't take your ball-gag out then how do we do this?" I could see the smile form around his eyes and I felt stupid. There was really only one thing we could do. To confirm my suspicions my new found friend stood, rather gracefully considering he couldn't use his arms, and then turned and pressed his leather-clad ass against me. He grinds up and down and I can't help but grab his hips and moan. Any second thoughts I was having died then and there. I slid my hands across the leather, cool even though the pants are so very tight, to unbutton and unzip his pants. I'm not surprised to find he's not wearing underwear. His cock, hard and wet, falls over my hand. I push his pants down around his thighs and push his torso down so he's bent over the next stool. I run my hand over his ass, it's smooth and utterly perfect, before I give it a hard smack. He rocks on the stool and lets out a low groan of pleasure. "I'm not going to go slow." If I expected a protest I didn't get one. He pushes his ass against me and moans around his gag. The look he throws back over his shoulder is so sultry, and so full of impatience, that I shove two fingers up inside him. A look of ecstasy crosses his face as I grind my fingers into him before he simply hangs his head and takes deep labored breaths through his nose. I use my other hand to free my aching erection. "Alright, enough warm-up." I replace my fingers with my cock and it slides right in to the hilt. I was obviously not his first of the evening but I didn't care. It just made it easier for me to move right into a rhythm. One hand has a solid grip on his hip and the other is fisted in his hair. I've always been very vocal when I fuck and tonight is no different. I slam into him over and over and the whole time I'm grunting and talking dirty to him. "God, fuck yes! Your so fucking hot. I'm gonna fuck you good." I don't notice, at first, that we have an audience. The other patrons of the bar that aren't otherwise engaged, or have finished, turn to look at us. I understand why- the quiet one in khakis who had sat by himself at the bar all night was now wantonly, and vocally, fucking someone's slave. I was beyond caring. The only thing I cared about was how great my cock felt in his ass. I was close now. I could feel my balls starting to pull up to my body. I pulled out and ordered him to turn around and get on his knees. He barely had time to comply, I only stroked my cock 6 times, before my spunk was coating his face. I let out a deep grunt and shoot four sticky ropes across his cheeks and into his hair. "Do you want to come?" He nods, heartbreakingly beautiful with my seed all over him, and I smile. I drop to my knees in front of him and take his thick cock in hand. I grip him firmly and stroke fast. His chest is heaving against me and I lick my cum off of his face. He starts to moan, small effeminate noises that make my cock twitch, and then it doesn't take long at all. He shoots his load onto the floor between us. I help him up, pull his pants up, and sit him on a stool. "Thank you." I kiss him on the forehead and look around at our small audience. Suddenly my face feels very hot. "Uhh... I'm not really used to..." A few people laugh and the crowd sort of just breaks back up into their own little groups or turns to watch other couples who aren't done. I try to straighten myself up best I can and sit back down. I look back over at my sex partner. I'm a little surprised he hasn't gone back to his master. "Can I know your name?" He nods. "I can take your ball gag out?" He nods again so I do just that. He licks his lips and takes a few deep breaths. "My name's Brian." "I'm Eric. So who's your master?" He laughs, it's a bright sound, "You are!" I just look at him. "I don't have one. Your friend helped me set this up. I saw you come in together and that you weren't having much fun... and that you're really hot. So, I went and asked him the best way to seduce you." I look over at my friend, unable to decide if I'm pissed or amused, and he throws me a thumbs up. What a fucking idiot. "Well, I'd say I owe you dinner then. How's tomorrow night?" "Lovely. If you take me home and fuck me afterwards." "I'd say that sounds just about perfect." Silent Seduction I have read many stories about mother and son incest, some possibly real, others fictional. In all these stories reasons, legitimate of otherwise, are usually given: She is a single parent or divorcee wanting sex; her husband doesn't satisfy the mother sexually; a mother had given up her child just after birth and they meet years later not knowing they are mother and son and become lovers. I believe this is called "genetic attraction." In the better quality stories much is made of the mother and son bond and the sexual attraction involved is acted upon, usually during a crisis situation. The mother is usually fantastically good looking with overdeveloped mammary glands and long sexy legs. Often the guy is still a virgin and mum decides to break him in, or he's broken hearted because his girlfriend has just dumped or she won't let him into her pussy and he goes complaining to mother who takes pity on him. Well that's enough, because if you're reading this you probably know as much if not more than I do about the circumstances given in mother and son incest stories. Having decided to set down my own experience of incestuous sex with my mother, right now I'm sitting in front of my computer wondering what to write next. You see, my mother is not a single parent, she is not divorced, I don't know what my parents' sex life is like and she didn't give me up at birth. I suppose I was always fond of mum, and she of me, but it seems to me it was in quite an ordinary way. Mum and I are not fantastically good looking; we look okay I suppose, but that's all. I haven't lacked a pussy to put my penis in and so I had no reason to go wailing to mother and I don't think mum is a nymphomaniac or I'm extra virile. I suppose having got this far I might as well make a stab at it and relate how I came to get my penis in mother's vagina, but if you take my advice you'll stop reading this and turn to more salacious stories than this one is likely to be. * * * * * * * * I suppose it all began when mum started walking in on me while I was naked in the bathroom. She had not done that since I was about ten years old and I suppose that's fairly normal, you know, reminding me to wash behind my ear or brush my teeth. But she started again when I was nineteen. She seemed to take an inordinate interest in my penis which I didn't think was of any great interest. I mean, if it was ten inches or more long I could understand the interest, but when I measured it once when I had an erection it was a modest six and three quarter inches long. I usually get an erection while showering and mum would stare at it for a few moments, smile enigmatically, and then leave. Another thing is, I'm the sort of guy who likes to lie around in bed in the mornings and mum always came into my room to kick start me for the day. She got into the habit of pulling back the bed covers saying, "Come on, get up, you can't lie around all day." Now like a lot of guys I usually had a morning erection when I woke up and since I slept naked mum got a full view of my penis. Again she would give that funny smile, flick my penis with her hand and say, "You are a big boy, you'd better fix that before you come for breakfast," and then she'd leave me to get on with my masturbating. The first time she did this I was a bit embarrassed, but it became a habit for mum to do this to me and I quite liked it, there was something seductive about it, like her coming into the bathroom when I was in there. I've often thought about the reason for her behaviour, and I suppose it's not abnormal for a mother to take in interest and she likes to think she's produced a reasonably acceptable male specimen. Apart from this slightly quirky behaviour mum didn't seem to go out of her way to try and seduce me. You know the sort of thing, wearing sexy clothes or letting me see her in panties and bra. She just had what I thought of as odd behaviour but I really found it quite pleasant, and didn't imagine it would go beyond that, but it did. * * * * * * * * Now I'm not suggesting that mum deliberately planned what happen, she couldn't have done any way as you will see. It came about like this. One stinking hot day and decided to skip my last lecture of the day and went home. When I arrived home I called out to mum to let her know I'd arrived, but got no answer. I was soaked with sweat and so deciding I was alone in the house I went to my bedroom, stripped off and went to take a shower. When I entered the bathroom, there as mum, stark naked, drying herself, she didn't gasp, yell, scream or anything like that, she didn't even try to cover herself, she just stood there smiling her strange smile. I suppose I was taken aback seeing her like that because I'd never seen mum naked, and so I froze and just stared at her. She turned her back to me and bent over, apparently to dry her feet, and I got a full view of her anus and the long cleft of her vulva its lips having that swollen and slightly wet look when a woman is aroused. I got an erection and mum stood up again, turned towards me slightly, smiled again and then bent over, this time holding on to the edge of the hand basin, once more exposing her genitals to me. What this display was about I wasn't sure, but it had to mean something, and so I stood there and watched. As I watched mum let go of the hand basin with one hand, her arm went down the front of her body and her hand appeared under her crotch and with one finger she made a beckoning gesture. I approached her and she continued to beckon until I was standing right behind her, and then she resumed her two handed hold on the basin. My interpretation of her actions fortunately proved correct, because as I slid my penis into her vagina she started to push back on me. It was to say the least, beautiful, so smooth, warm and soft. I was enjoying this sensation when she suddenly gripped my penis with her vagina muscle. That dragged a groan out of me and she continued flexing her vagina round my penis for a while until she started to push back on me harder and faster. As she started to gasp I let go of my orgasm and ramming my penis into her I started to fill her vagina with my sperm. We both ended up breathless as my penis started to slacken in her. Not a word passed between us and when I finally pulled out of mum she stood up, turned, smiled and patted my cheek. She clamped a towel to her genitals and still without a word left the bathroom. Odd it may have been, brief it may had been and unexpected, and although when she left me I was bewildered and wondering about the why this had happened, I wasn't about to complain, because knew I had experienced the most satisfying sexual intercourse ever. The mere thought that I had put my semen in my mother's vagina was incredibly seductive, but don't expect me to analyse why, I'll leave that to the learned ones. * * * * * * * * I did wonder if this was an aberration, a one off on my mother part; perhaps some desire to find out what it was like to have sex with her son. Whatever she found out seemed to have appositive effect and I soon discovered that it was not to be a one time event. Not that I initially made a point of going into the bathroom when mum was in there, but she made a point of entering when I was there, and that seemed to signal it was okay if I went in while she was there. At first it followed a familiar pattern. Mum would bend over and take hold of the hand basin and...well, I simply put my penis in her vagina and kept moving until we both orgasmed. Things took a slightly different turn when on waking me in the morning mum would sit across me and we'd do it that way. The really weird thing was that we hardly ever spoke. We'd simply copulate and then mum would leave. Quite apart from the act of fucking nothing was ever said about it at other times. It might have gone on like that indefinitely except that one weekend dad took himself off to watch an away football match. Mum for the first time had something to say, and she was very clear about what she wanted. "You'll be coming to bed with me tonight," she said abruptly, and to bed with her I went. This time it was a very different event. Previously there had never been any foreplay, but in bed there was kissing, nipple sucking, cunnilingus and fallatio. It was also talk time when we told each other how much we enjoyed having sex with each other. That set a new pattern and whenever dad went of on one of his football or golf jaunts mum and I got together in her bed, or perhaps on the divan in the living room. It got a bit worrisome when mum announced that she was pregnant. She told me not to worry because it could have been dad who impregnated her, but the way she said it left me with the impression I was daddy. I said I wouldn't try to justify or explain why mum and I became lovers, but I have wondered, is there something extra special about having sex with one's mother, that something extra that makes it so enticing?