Storiesonline.net ------- Surrogate Incest by Grampy Copyright© 2006 by Grampy ------- Description: Ron's heart belonged to mommy, and he desperately wants to contribute the rest of his body but his mother is resisting Fate introduces someone with almost the opposite problem. They wonder, can you commit incest with a stand in? Codes: MF teen cons inc mother son ------- Marsha Brown was looking in the website history file to locate an important site for her online degree course that she had forgotten to bookmark. She almost wished she hadn't. There they were again; she didn't even have to click on them, she knew they were mother-son incest sites. She kept hoping Ron would just outgrow this unhealthy fixation on her; but it didn't seem to be happening. Why her very handsome and popular athlete son would be sexually attracted to her was hard for her to understand. He dated some very attractive girls his own age. And while Marsha had certainly never let her body go to pot, neither had she spent hours at the gym trying to stop time. She was a reasonably nice looking, if somewhat matronly, forty year old hard working junior executive, part time student and single mother. Who the hell had time for glamour? In fact, she was perfectly aware that she could not possibly accomplish all that she did, except that Ron was the perfect son... with this single exception. He even earned most of his own money by working three afternoons a week and Saturday making deliveries for the local pharmacy and grocery store. She decided she had better call her friend Carol, who was a trained adolescent counselor and had been unofficially advising Marsha. "Carol, it's Marsha, Ron's been on those incest websites again." "You mean you caught him again, I'm willing to bet he's never really been off them." "I could get parental control software and block him." "A waste of time, Marsha, Ron knows a lot more about computers than you do. He'd crack it before you left the room. And if he'd couldn't, he'd just go to a friend's house. No, I think it's better to keep it in the open, rather than force it underground. Anything else going on?" "Just the usual. I have to be careful getting out of the shower. Don't bend over in a low neckline. And I think he gets into my dirty lingerie sometimes. Stuff like that." "Oh hell Marsha, most mothers of teenage sons put up with that. At his age, they are likely to fuck anything they can't eat or put on their car. Seriously, I think it might help if I talk to him privately. Ask him to expect me at your place tomorrow at 6:00, then you make yourself scarce, OK?" "Thanks a bunch Carol, I appreciate it." Ron liked his mother's friend Carol but he was not very glad to see her this time since he knew why she had come even before she asked him rhetorically. "You know why I want to talk to you, don't you Ron?" "Yea, I'm weirding Mom out again with my incest sites. But Carol, I love mom, I'd never do anything to hurt her. I'm not going to rape her or anything. I just feel this sexual attraction toward her" "Ron, I know you'd never hurt your mom and she does too. I think she's more concerned about you being hurt, emotionally. Also I'm not sure that you completely understand the other side of this sexual attraction coin." "What other side? I don't get it." "I know you don't. Men never do. Think about it Ron. Your mom is still a very red blooded woman with all the normal feelings and needs. She's put them aside for a long time to support the two of you but they are still there. She's been alone too long. You are a very good looking and sexy young hunk and you live under the same roof. You think a lot about trying to get a peek at her body, but I bet you don't think a damn bit about prancing around the house nearly naked in front of her all the time. Now what do you think that does to her?" Ron just stared for a moment. "Oh shit Carol, you're right! I don't think about it at all. I'm probably frustrating the hell out of her all the time without even knowing it. But I never thought that mom would be turned on by me, I thought it was me getting turned on by her." "Listen Ron, that's what I'm trying to tell you. Nature and society make women the gatekeepers of sex. We usually get stuck with the job of deciding whether or not sex will happen while the men stand around with a hardon, raring to go. Well, that doesn't mean that we always like the job. Sometimes it sucks. Someday, you're going to get pissed at some poor girl in the back seat of a car, because she makes you stop; and you'll never know that she hated stopping as much as you but did it because it had to be done." "OK, I'm following you except that I don't understand what this has to do with me and mom." "Well, in your case, your mom has locked the gate. She has already decided that the two of you can never under any circumstances have sex — period — end of story. Now that's not everyone's answer. Mother son incest is not that rare, especially in fatherless households. Now that you are of legal age it's even somewhat more defensible than if you were a minor child but none of that matters. Within your mother's core values, that essential sense of right and wrong that steers us, it's wrong. You have to respect that Ron. To force her to violate that personal code would be to hurt her very badly. Do you understand and accept that?" Ron looked at the ground a moment before answering with a slight reluctance." Yea Carol, I do, I guess I always knew but held out a tiny hope. But I understand about that somewhere inside, you have to stand for something, or you're nobody. I'll tell mom I respect her on this." "Now here's the tricky part I was trying to explain to you. Even though your mom has always known that she would never have sex with you, that does not mean that she doesn't get really hot looking at you, just like you get looking at her. So cut her some slack and don't run around naked, OK?" "Alright, now tell me how I quit fantasizing about her and trying to get a peek when I still feel the way I do?" "I don't remember saying that you had to. Fantasy is healthy as long as we know it's fantasy. I think looking at you mother as a sexy woman is probably very good for her morale if reasonably done. I mean; if her robe comes open, then saying nice tits mom, that's OK, drilling holes in the bathroom wall is not. Harmless good natured flirting is probably good for her, coming on is not. You know the difference. You'll probably find that she will have days when she needs a morale boost and she may do things to draw attention, and you should give it, but recognize it for what it is and no more." "Thanks, Carol, I mean it, I understand mom's needs a lot better." "Ok Ron, then let's talk about Ron's needs." "I'm alright; I've got girlfriends my own age." Carol took his hand. "Nice brave try Ronny, but that's not enough is it? Or we wouldn't be here today would we? There is some part of you that is crying out for a closer connection with your mother." "But it's a connection I can't have." "No you can't Ron. But tell me, do you know why I said fantasies are healthy?" "No, not really." "Fantasy is important because we never get to do all of the things we want to do in life and fantasy is our way of filling in some of the gaps. If we are stuck in a boring marriage, fantasy allows us to make love to a movie star. If we are a lousy athlete, in our fantasy, we can play on the Steelers. You can't sleep with your mother in real life but you can in your fantasy life." "But Carol, I already have fantasized about mom and I still want the real thing, it hasn't worked." "Then we obviously need to upgrade your fantasies so that they are more fulfilling." "How do we do that?" "That is the hardest part Ron, I won't kid you, and the same thing doesn't work for everyone. I'll need your help. It could be play acting, It could be writing your fantasies down, that's where a lot of those stories on those sites you like come from. It could be finding someone that reminds you of her to help but of course I can't officially recommend anything like that, you understand? Let's both take a week or so and think of ideas and then we'll meet again. The best way is for you to just keep your eyes open. And use your imagination? OK Ron?" "OK, Carol, I'll try," Ron promised but inside he remained very skeptical. Life returned to a normal busy routine in the Brown household and Marsha noticed some immediate improvements. Ron seemed a lot more careful about what he wore around the house and that lowered her level of frustration. He still flirted and made her feel sexy but not uncomfortable. Marsha had every reason to feel good about the changes. For Ron, things had not really improved except that his mother was obviously happier. So far, he had no ideas for a fantasy to replace her. Work was going well. His friendliness and dependability had built a faithful repeat clientele who asked for him by name and tipped well. Every Wednesday, the last call of the day always was a grocery order from the same woman, Mrs. Gamble. Ron liked Mrs. Gamble, she lived alone and he suspected she always scheduled him last so he could stay and talk. But he didn't mind, so he always did. This week, after his talk with carol, he was more observant than usual. He realized that probably one reason he liked her is that she was a lot like his mom. At least she had similar mannerisms and build. The likeness had never really struck him because she was a blonde and his mother had very distinctive red hair. Today sitting at her kitchen table sipping coffee, he suddenly realized that in a red wig, she could pass for his aunt. Although she was quite friendly, Mrs. Gamble always seemed very sad, as though she had suffered a great tragedy. He was always hesitant to ask her about it. But Carol's talk had opened his eyes to appreciating what other people were feeling. He was sure this woman was in great pain, and in some way, she was reaching out to him for help. He set down his coffee. Mrs. Gamble, if you have a few minutes, can we talk as friends? I know I'm just a kid, but I like you, you remind me of my mom and I'd like to be a friend." "Well yes Ronny, I'd like that." She always called him Ronny and he didn't mind that much. "But only if you'll call me Annie, my friends all call me Annie so I guess you'll have to also." "OK Annie, can I ask you something personal?" "Now Ronny, I can't be getting between a mother and her son, so I won't discuss things that you should be talking to her about. But, if we are going to be friends, I'll try to talk honestly about anything you want. If I think it's just too personal, I'll stop you. Come sit beside me on the sofa where we'll be comfortable." He got up with her and joined her on a comfortable old fashioned sofa. "Thank you, Annie, and I appreciate your concern about mom, I don't know if you knew this but my dad died when I was three so it's just been the two of us, and we're very close. No Annie, this question just involves you and me." Ron noticed that she licked her lips nervously. "You have been asking for me by name, to deliver your groceries every Wednesday. You always get the last delivery so I will have time to talk." Annie started to say something but he shook his head. "I don't mind Annie, I look forward to our visits, I enjoy talking to you. That's not it. I just think you're holding something back and I wish I knew what it was." He stopped and looked in her eyes. She evaded his gaze and looked down. "I'm not sure what you mean Ronny, do you perhaps think I'm a lonely old woman out to seduce a good looking man young enough to be her son?" She laughed, but there was no real humor there. "Hardly Annie, you're far too attractive a woman to be reduced to seducing the bag boy." "I wouldn't be too sure on either count young man; on my supposed attractiveness or you being just the bag boy. But you are right, that's not why I ask for you." "Annie, I'm just a teen age boy, and we are not known for sensitivity. But even I feel a great sadness in you, and I know that in someway you ask me here in response to that sadness. I just wish you would open up to me, maybe I could do more to help. I'd like to try." She stared at him like he had dropped in from the moon. "Don't ever underestimate your sensitivity Ronny; you are more correct than even you know." She put her hands on his shoulders. "I really appreciate that you'd like to help. But I can't open up, to you or anyone. Once I let go of my feelings I might never get them back under control again." Ron was just not prepared to give up. "Annie, it can't be good to carry all that sadness by yourself. I'm young and strong, let me help." He put his arms around her neck and gave her an innocent hug. He was not prepared for the reaction. If she had pushed him away, he wouldn't have been surprised. If she had hugged him back, he wouldn't have been surprised. If she had started to cry, he wouldn't have been surprised. In the event, she drew her legs up under her, her nostrils flared, her breathing deepened, she grabbed the back of his head with her left hand, gave him a flaming passionate lover's kiss, while her right hand went for his zipper like a penis seeking missile; and he was surprised, very surprised! To his credit as a properly raised young man, Ron was probably going to protest. In his assailant's practiced hands however, his hormones proven quicker than his righteous indignation so his virtue was well on the way to being compromised. In fact, before Ron fully comprehended his predicament, his pants and boxers were around his ankles. His erection stood out from his body as straight and proud as the flagpole on the front of his schoolhouse. She took it in her hand with that combination of judgment and worshipfulness that a wine connoisseur reserves for twenty year old Bordeauxs. She stroked it lovingly a few times but then almost immediately took the head in her warm mouth. Like most high school seniors, Ron did not have excessive experience with this particular sensory experience, so the effect on him was immediate and dramatic. "Ah, ah, oh my God, that feels wonderful!" It was only now that Annie, who happened to be particularly talented in this art form, unleashed her full armory of techniques. Ron went from noisy appreciation to deer in the headlight silent awe. He was also busy trying to avoid an instant climax under the assault of a highly skilled mouth and tongue. To his credit, he lasted about as long as it takes to cook a Ball Park frank of somewhat similar size in a 500 watt microwave oven. This also gives a reasonable comparison to the amount of energy Annie could dispense through her mouth in the course of a blow job. It was over as quick as that, Ron had the most incredible humongous thoroughly satisfying orgasm of his young life. He looked down to thank his benefactor, this wonderful woman who had done this wonderful thing and he saw that Annie's face was a shocked rigid mask, like the person in a movie who comes to, standing over the body with a bloody axe in their hand. She looked up at him with trembling lips and eyes flooding. She threw her arms around his legs. "Oh my God Ronny, please forgive me, I'm so ashamed... I don't know what happened. I do... I'm a whore, I'm bad... go away, don't ever come back, Ronny. I didn't mean to do this to you. I'll never bother you again." It was almost stream of consciousness interspersed with sobs of despair. She ran from the room and he heard her sobbing, probably from her bedroom. His first instinct was to run, but he knew he couldn't leave her alone like this, especially when he didn't feel she had done anything he hadn't gone along with. He cautiously followed the sound and tapped on her door. "Annie, can I come in?" "Go away, Ronny, for your own good, I'm messed up, you don't need my problems." "They're our problems now Annie, we're friends remember?" "I took advantage of you, I practically raped you, that's wrong." "Annie, get real, you didn't hurt me, I'm an 18 year old boy, I go looking for web sites to read about stuff like that. Now let's talk about why it happened? "I'm not sure you want to know" "Well, you might as well let me in because I'm not leaving." The door opened. "Please, would you hold me?" She returned to her bed and reached out her arms to him. Ron did not hesitate; he took off his shoe, climbed up on the large bed and into her arms. For a while they just quietly held each other. Ron didn't rush her. But finally she freed herself and lay looking at him. "Are you ready to talk?" he asked gently. "Yes, you are right. There is a great pain and there is a reason I picked you. Like your mom, I raised a son by myself, although his father isn't dead, as far as I know. He just ran off because he preferred his women unencumbered by children. He knocked me up and took off. Brad and I, that was my son's name, were very dependent on each other. After my experience with Brad's bastard of a father, I was wary of getting involved with another man, although I have, by nature, strong physical needs. I suppose that made both of us vulnerable, so Brad and I became more than mother and son. Do you understand what I mean? I do not want to shock or offend you." "Yes Annie, I understand mother and son incest and it doesn't offend me. I'm your friend, I'm not here to judge you. I can understand your feelings better than you think." "Thank you Ronny, I haven't shared this with many. Well, then, not to mince words, Brad and I were lovers, but not before he was old enough to decide for himself. I do not believe in sex with children. But otherwise we shared everything a husband and wife could share." Ron asked very gently, "Annie, what happened to Brad?" Tears welled up in her eyes but she took a deep breath and summoned her strength. "My darling Brad was killed in a roadside ambush in Iraq. Sacrificed for what, I'm not sure. Nothing can ever fill the void in my life. Oh Ronny, I miss him so desperately. I'm so lonely." And she wept quietly. "And how is it you chose me to help with your loneliness?" "The first time they sent you with the groceries, it was a little spooky. You actually look and act a lot like Brad. If you had his military haircut you could pass for brothers. At first that was all. I just liked having you around because you looked and acted like him. It's like a photo, something that you know isn't someone, but reminds you of them. Unfortunately, in your case you reminded me a little too well, and I started remembering the sex. I started lusting after you a little. Tonight, I let that get out of control, and I can't let that happen again. It's not fair to you. I'd be using you." "Not necessarily Annie, you see, I have a problem too, and I may need your help. I am very sexually attracted to my mother. She will never have sexual relations with me because of her value system, which I respect. I am having a lot of trouble with this and I have been advised by a counselor to find a way to fantasize the incestuous affair with my mother as the best way to deal with it. I am attracted to you because you are very much like mom except that she is a red head. So no one is using any one if both of us need the relationship." "So let me get this straight Ronny, you're saying that you and I should start fucking each other, pretending to be mother and son, and it will be not only a healthy thing but downright therapeutic for both of us. Am I getting this right?" "Yes ma'am, my counselor Carol could probably explain it in a lot fancier terms, but essentially it would be surrogate incest." Annie laughed and smiled for the first time that Ron could ever remember. "Sounds a little too good to be true, but I'm not looking this gift horse in the mouth. If there's flaw in your argument, I don't see it. Would you like to try it out? "Yes, Ma'am," responded Ron with unreserved enthusiasm. She took his face in her hands and kissed him, a lover's kiss, with fire and intensity. And he found himself returning it with the same fire almost as if it were not his choice to make. When he felt her tongue on his lips seeking admission to his mouth, there was again no hesitation. And as he breathed in her freshness it was already becoming somewhat hazy whether he was making love to Annie Gamble or to Marsha Brown. Annie got up and turned off all the lights except for one small lamp, hardly more than a night light. She turned to Ron and with an unmistakable promise in her voice. "Wait for me, please, I'll be just a few minutes." In truth wild horses couldn't have pulled him from this spot. When she returned she was a silhouette in a sheer gown with a seductive aura of wild flowers. She came immediately to where he stood and began to unbutton his clothing. She proceeded about the task with practiced efficiency and without comment, until finally she pulled his last garment off to join all the others on the floor. This time there was no hesitation or pause, they were both anxious to relieve the frustration they both had built up. "One thing that will make this better for both of us, from here on out, no names, we are mother and son," she declared and Ron immediately seconded with a nod. She raised the corner of the sheet and he climbed in nude. She immediately opened her sheer gown to allow skin to skin contact. It came as no surprise to her when Ron gravitated to her rich and full mature breasts. He was captivated by their softness, and as they responded to his touch, by the size of the nipple that graced them. His lips were drawn to the nipple, were he paid homage by first tasting, then teasing, and then suckling each one while she cradled his head in her arms. Such an important role is played by breast and nipple in the bonding of mother and son that neither was inclined to rush. This was more than just foreplay; this was motherhood, the giving of sustenance, the giving of comfort. So primordially comforting is mother's milk from the breast that an 80 year old insomniac may be helped to sleep by a glass of milk served at body temperature. When finally his attention did start to branch out, Annie, realizing that his chance to explore the female body had probably been limited, decided to open herself fully and let him roam. If he got lost, or didn't know what to do next, she would be there to gently guide him. Typically for an inexperienced male, he passed on by lesser erogenous zones and headed in a bee line for the promised land. Annie didn't mind, Brad had been the same way. Boys have the instinct to fuck, woman teach them how to make love. It takes time and patience. Today she would enjoy his play and his energy. Later she would teach him finesse and technique. Besides, it felt wonderful just to be touched at all. Ron's previous contact with the private garden of womanhood had been hasty, furtive, and generally in the dark. Now the whole glorious landscape was laid open for his eyes. Even more exciting, it this case, all the shrubbery had been cut down. Ron was not actually sure if his mother was shaved, his attempts to catch her coming out of the shower, had never been that successful. But in his masturbation fantasies she always was, so this was just fine. Since he seemed to want to wander around anyway, Annie did take the time to point out important landmarks such as the clitoris, knowing that untold numbers of future lovers would be grateful to her. As she let his fingers do the walking, it rang up lubrication in her yellow pages. Ron found the wetness fascinating. Annie took his hand in hers and rubbed it around to get the fingers good and wet, then she lifted his fingers to her mouth, where she licked a finger. Then she held the other fingers for him. He tentatively touched one with the tip of his tongue, then liking it, he licked the fingers clean. Having planted a seed for the future, Annie didn't take the lesson any further. In fact, all the signs were there that Ron had probably experienced as much in the way of preliminaries as he could stand. She reached down and felt the wetness of his precum. It was time. But better for his ego to make him think that she is the one that couldn't wait. She took his face in her hands and breathlessly summoned him. "I need you inside me, my son, my lover, I need you now." She lay back and opened herself as wide as she could. He positioned himself between her legs. Because she knew he would find it harder than he expected to get lined up. She reached down and took him in her hands and placed him inside her. "Fuck me, fuck your mother, fuck me hard." At this point instinct, youthful enthusiasm, natural athleticism, and years of incestuous dreams came together and Ron delivered what even Annie had to concede was some of the best fucking of her life. Ron was vocal in his fervor. "I'm fucking you mom, I'm really fucking you, I love you." Annie, who had gone in with the attitude that this one would be for Ron, found herself responding more strongly than she would have expected. Apparently, her long abstinence and Ron's enthusiastic if unsophisticated fucking were overcoming the lack of foreplay. On God, I'm Cumming, I'm cumming." And she had an orgasm as unexpected as it was welcome. Even with his inexperience, Ron knew enough to understand that her climax freed him to enjoy his own feelings. And they were incredible feelings. If Annie wasn't quite as tight as an 18 year old girl, she still encased him in a perfect sheath of indescribable softness and moisture. When she had her climax, waves of muscle contractions had gently stroked his organ like magic fingers. Now he thrust into her even more powerfully, and felt waves set off by each stroke along with guttural exclamations on her part. He felt the familiar tightness in his balls and made two more maximum strokes before feeling his seed flood out into her and spread warm viscous fluid through her inner most sanctuary. "AHHHH I'm Done Mother, I've Come In You." For her part, Annie had felt the more powerful strokes, building towards another release from the previous one. It was the warmth of his seed bathing her cervix that triggered it. "Mother's coming with you, Yes, Yes!" They cuddled together in the afterglow. She turned to him. "Ronny, I have to ask you a serious question and I want an honest answer. Is what we just did really going to make things better between you and your mom?" He obviously gave careful thought to his answer. "Yes Annie, it really will take a lot of the tension and pressure off. I understand now exactly what Carol meant about a good fantasy letting us do things in our fantasy life that we can't do in our real life. I know that I just slept with you and not mom but it somehow is almost like I did sleep with her. Does that make sense?" "Yes, I think it does.' "How about you, did it help you miss Brad a little less?" "Yes, it helped a lot. I know nothing can bring him back, but you bring back his youth and energy and the way you touch me. It takes a lot of the pain away. "So Annie, do you want to keep meeting every Wednesday?" She looked almost shy. "Yes, please, I'd like that very much." "You've got a date, mom!" "OK, son. And can I ask a favor?" "Of course, anything" "Now, Ronny, this is asking a lot and I only want you to consider it. If you say no, I'll understand. But my fantasy would work even better if you had a military style haircut." "I'll do it if you'll dye your hair red." "Deal. Anything else? Oh wait, hold that thought, are you ready to go again, you naughty boy, well let mommy take care of that nasty swelling for you... I love the young" So Ron and Annie perfected their surrogate incest relationship until it was about as happy and successful as one could hope for. Certainly, Ron's mother, who didn't have a clue what was going on, noticed the changes. One day her friend Carol checked in for a report. "Marsha, it's Carol, I haven't heard from you or Ron so I wanted to see how things are going." "Well, really very good, I guess Carol, there's a lot less tension around here. Ron's a lot easier to live with. He's almost too well behaved. I sometimes miss the flirting, it was good for morale. No pleasing a woman. Any idea how he did it, he won't tell me. He just says it was you idea." Carol sighed. "I don't really know. I suggested he enrich his fantasy life but I didn't know how. We were going to meet to discus ideas, but he called and said it was all taken care of. I have no idea what he did, but it seems to work surprisingly well. Usually it takes years to cure someone of as strong a fixation as he had. You got any clues? "Not really, just funny little things that make no sense." "Well, just list them for me, Marsha, I'm professionally trained, maybe I can make something out of them." "Well, first is that awful Army haircut, I hate that." "He got me to write down what kind of hair color I use for touch up." "I found a list he had made of all my perfumes, bath crystals, stuff like that." "One of my nightgowns and a couple pair of panties are missing — clean panties oddly enough" "He comes home late on Wednesday, and smells like he's been with me." "Nope Marsha, sorry, I can't make a damn thing out of that list. Well as long as you're both happy I'll stay in touch, bye now." Carol hung up her phone. "I'll be god dammed, I tell the boy to enrich his fantasy life and the little S.O.B. has gone and set himself up with a surrogate incest love nest. Well, what his mom doesn't know won't hurt her. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-06-05 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------