****** June by britannicus ******
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June


I woke up slowly, savouring the warmth and comfort of my bed, a feeling of
well-being permeating through me. Slowly, I began to feel something else, a
hand was very lightly caressing my bottom. It felt delightful as the fingers
brushed against me even though my pyjamas prevented actual contact. Suddenly I
realised that this shouldn't be happening, the person sharing my bed was my
son! I moved slightly and the fingers left me. I waited a few minutes but they
didn't return and before long, I was fast asleep.

The following morning, I carefully watched Paul, my son, but he gave no sign of
anything being out of the ordinary and I began to think that what had happened
must have been my imagination. Even so, I thought it would be better if he now
had his own room, he'd been sharing my bed since he was a baby, but now he was
fourteen years old and growing rapidly. After he'd left for school, I had a
shower and after drying off, went into the bedroom, I looked at myself in the
mirror, 'not bad for thirty' I thought. No spare flesh, nice boobs, I turned
and looked at my buttocks, I grasped them, nice and firm there as well. I
thought of last night again, if he had been touching me he'll be in for it
alright. Oh well, time to be going, I dressed and left for work.

Later that night, Paul went out to visit one of his friends and I watched TV,
when he came in I had just gone to bed and was reading a book. He came into the
bedroom and taking his pyjamas, went into the lounge to change. It was a
routine that had developed that whoever was last to bed would change in the
lounge, a hint towards a little privacy. He came back and after arranging his
clothes for tomorrow, got into bed beside me, we talked a while and then I
turned the light out and we made ourselves comfortable for the night.

* * *

Our situation may seem strange, but it goes back to before Paul was born. I
left home at sixteen, I was pregnant and didn't want my parents to know. My
boyfriend had a reasonable amount of money, his parents were quite well off,
and for a while, we lived in a furnished flat. However, as my pregnancy
approached its end, he left me, the prospect of fatherhood was too much for him
and he disappeared. He didn't leave me penniless though, nearly a thousand
pounds in a wallet under my pillow and the flat bought and paid for. His
parents were more well off than I'd realised. I'm, or should I say we, are
still in that flat now, I don't know why, with the hike in property prices in
the last few years, it's worth a king's ransom.

I called my son Paul, after his dad, even though he ran out on us, he made sure
we were provided for, and every Christmas, there was always something for us,
but he never renewed contact with us.

My son grew up, I had a good job, and we enjoyed our cosy little flat high
above the hustle and bustle of the city centre. My son slept with me, right
from being a baby, even though as he grew older, he should have had his own
room. Then my little boy started mature into a young man and I knew that I
really should change our life style.

* * *

I couldn't get to sleep, I lay awake for what seemed like ages, waiting for him
to start touching me. Then I felt him, his fingers tips drifted gently across
my behind as he pressed against my pyjamas. I wanted to tell him to stop but my
body was beginning to enjoy the sensations, gradually he became bolder and he
started to probe the crevice between my buttocks. It was an effort to keep
still as sensual delights ran through my body, I was beginning to enjoy my
son's attention even though it was very wrong. Suddenly he stopped, leaving me
in a state where I wanted more, I could hardly believe the way I felt. Paul
turned over and slowly I reached down and lightly rubbed at my clitoris, my
pussy was juiced up and pushing my hand between my legs, slipped one finger,
and then another, into my vagina. I came immediately and could hardly control
my trembling as I drew my drawing my legs up tightly, making myself into a
foetal ball. To my further relief, Paul neither moved nor said anything so I
presumed that he must have fallen asleep, I sighed and stretched out, finally
falling to sleep myself.

The following night, I dressed in a lighter pair of pyjamas, got into bed,
stuck a couple of fingers in my pussy and waited. A few minutes later, Paul got
in beside me and turned the light out. I waited for what seemed like ages and
then I felt Paul move, seconds later I felt his fingers on me. It was almost
like touching my naked skin, his fingers felt so light, my excitement built as
he roamed over the contours of my buttocks. I couldn't help but I became
agitated and his fingers left me, I waited a moment and when his fingers didn't
return, I spoke his name, he didn't reply but I knew he wasn't asleep. I spoke
again, saying, "It would be better for both of us if I lowered my pants,
wouldn't it?" Then I pulled them down, I also pulled my pyjama jacket up to my
waist, leaving me naked down to mid-thigh.

I could hardly believe what I was doing, this was my son I was in bed with,
what I was doing was incest, wasn't it? Having a sexual relationship with a
blood relative as close as this was taboo. But the fire in me had been well and
truly lit and I soon lost my internal argument. The person next to me was going
to service my sexual needs.

"That's better isn't it, you can feel me better and I can feel you," a moment
later his hand cupped my buttock. He felt over my form and I sighed deeply as
his fingers probed deep into the crevice between my buttocks and brushed over
my anus. He was only a short distance from my vagina and he knew it, but when
he tried to touch me there I said, "That's enough for tonight," and pulled my
clothes back together and told him it was time to get some sleep.

The following morning we acted as if nothing had happened, but that changed at
lunchtime when I was washing up after we had eaten. I was up to my elbows in
suds when Paul came and stood alongside me, he watched me for a moment or two
and then placed a hand on my buttock. I stopped what I was doing as he groped
me, I should have stopped him but I was enjoying it too much. I closed my eyes
as he pulled down my leggings, his hand went into my panties to fondle me and
then explore the crevice between my buttocks with his fingers. I was unable to
move as he toyed with me and after a couple of minutes, he pulled my panties
down and I was in no position to object. He pulled them and my leggings down to
my ankles and I stepped out of my sandals so that he could take them from me.

My body had made my decision for me, terrible as it may have seemed, I didn't
care, I wanted my son to fuck me. My cunt ached to be penetrated by someone's
dick and I wanted it now and I wanted it to be Paul's, I dried my hands off and
taking my son by the hand, led him to our bedroom. We both knew what we wanted,
we quickly stripped naked and I lay on the bed, opening my legs wide, Paul
looked uncertain so I patted the bed in front of me and told him to kneel
there. He got on the bed and looked at me, his hand partially covering his
erection, raising myself, I told him to fondle my breasts. His hands
reluctantly left his prick but they felt divine as they roamed over my
pendulous tits, kneading and caressing them and tweaking my erect nipples. I
took hold of his penis, it felt hot as I squeezed and caressed it, it started
to twitch and I knew that he would soon come if I wasn't careful. I was past
caring and quickly turned round, before he realised what I was doing, I had
taken his throbbing penis into my mouth and sucking madly at him. A few seconds
later he shot his load into my throat, I swallowed eagerly, just managing to
keep up with the speed of his ejaculation and all the while he was trying to
thrust his dick down my throat, I'd never felt as horny as this before.

I kept his dick in my mouth until I had cleaned off all his sperm, he'd barely
lost any of his hardness and his dick was now rapidly returning to it's
previously bone hard state. I turned again so that he was kneeling between my
splayed legs, I asked him if that was the first time he had been sucked off, he
just nodded his head, still awed by the event. I lay back again and taking hold
of my pussy lips, pulled them apart so that my vaginal entrance was clearly
visible. Paul gulped at the sight, his prick twitched and he edged closer to
me. "Go on, Paul" I said, "put it in me and fuck me rigid," I could hardly
believe what I said but it had the desired effect. He placed the tip of his
dick against my hole and pushed, I groaned as he slowly pushed it all the way
in, he was soon into rhythm and fucking me like only the young can.

Occasionally, as he made love to me, his dick slipped from my pussy but he was
quick to put it back, my breasts rolling up and down my chest as he thrust into
me. I watched him closely, to say that it was his first time, he was performing
very well, I caressed him and he smiled. Taking his face with my hands, I
pulled him to me and we kissed, I thrust my tongue into his mouth and he rolled
his tongue around mine, he was learning very quickly. This attention hadn't
slowed him down one bit, thrusting harder and harder as he approached orgasm.
Then with a grunt of raw energy, his prick exploded its creamy load into my
waiting pussy, he pushed and pushed at me until his balls were completely
empty. Slowly he regained his composure and he lifted himself from my body, I
lay still as he sat at my side, my legs still wide spread and pussy gaping
open, slowly oozing juice. We remained silent until after a few minutes I
grasped his penis and said "Now fuck me again, but this time don't rush."

Paul clambered between my legs and eased his prick into my pussy, waves of
pleasure went through me as my cunt gripped his lovely penis. It gave me a
great deal of delight, as I lay back watching this young man thrusting into me,
and it didn't matter one bit that he was my son. After a few minutes, I told
him to stop while I turned over, I knelt down and rested my head on my arms, my
back arched, sticking my bum high in the air. As I looked back, telling that he
could now fuck me from behind, I saw my reflection in the dressing table
mirror. The sight of my son about to fuck me was very erotic, I turned slightly
so that I could see more of my pussy, I'd never seen it so lustful, however,
the scene changed as Paul knelt behind me. He placed on hand on my buttock and
guiding his prick with the other, placed the tip against my anus, I almost
cried out for him to stop, that wasn't what I meant by a fuck from behind.
Before I managed to say anything though, the thought of my bottom being fucked
sent a shiver of anticipation through me. So, I let him continue, he pushed
against my bottom but didn't seem to be managing to get in, grasping my
buttocks, I pulled them apart to open up my arse a bit more and then tried to
relax my muscles as much as I could. That seemed to do the trick and the head
of his dick slipped in, it was still very tight so I asked him to stop for a
moment while we both relaxed.

Then I told him to push in some more and I was astonished when he managed to
push the entire length of his prick into my rectum. His prick felt wonderful as
it throbbed in my bowels, I asked him not to move as I savoured the thrill of
being sodomised for the first time. After a few moments, he pulled out a short
way and thrust back in, gradually building a short in and out rhythm. The tight
grip of my arse on his prick was eased and he was able to take longer and
longer strokes, as he fucked my arse, I reached down and rubbed at my clitoris,
occasionally slipping a finger into my wet fanny. All too soon Paul started to
come, pushing in as deep as he could as he squirted jet after jet of sperm into
my bowels.

His dick flopped from me and as he knelt back I turned to face him, he was
looking as pleased as punch at his achievement. I got up and went to him, took
him in my arms and kissed him, he didn't know quite how to respond but I was
happy and told him so. Paul still looked a bit sheepish about what had
happened, so I gave him a hug and saying, "If you're a good boy, you can fuck
me again tonight and I'll show you how to suck my pussy."

* *

We went to night to bed early that night, and for one reason only, sex! We
faced each other across the bed and slowly took our clothes off. Once naked, we
got on to the bed and lay by each others side, I reached to Paul and ran my
hand over his body, coming to rest on his hip. I pushed him on to his back and
took hold of his hardening prick, I wanked it slowly and then bending down,
took him into my mouth. As I sucked at him, I straddled his head and lowered my
pussy to his face, Paul quickly realised what I wanted and started to lick at
my pussy.

What he lacked for in expertise he more than made up for in enthusiasm. He soon
found what I liked best and it wasn't long before I was squirming in delight,
when he started to chew at my pussy lips and clitoris, I knew that it wouldn't
be long before I came. I sucked harder and harder at his dick and when Paul
finally drove me to orgasm I almost bit his prick off. Paul came seconds later
and my mouth was full of his come, some escaped but I recovered it and
swallowed that too. The knowledge that it was my son's sperm sliding down my
throat made my tummy tingle in delight. We lay together for a few minutes,
stroking each other before we went to sleep in each other's arms.

* * *

The days and weeks passed and our relationship continued unabated, the weeks
stretched into months and gradually years. For some time we took precautions
against my becoming pregnant, but eventually we decided to have a child and a
few days after my thirty-sixth birthday, I gave birth to Lisa. The arrival of
our daughter made our relationship complete and during the following years we
took great delight in watching her grow. Paul and I are still lovers and as
Lisa grew older we had to conduct our affair with more and more discretion. She
knows Paul as her older brother and we don't intend to tell her of her true
parentage until she's eighteen. It will be a shock for her but she has a right
to know and being an intelligent girl, she'll understand our love and the
reasons for it. And then maybe...

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