****** Kevin and his Mother: Chapter One - In the Beginning... by Beki Blush
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Kevin and his Mother: Chapter One - In the Beginning...


It was one of those really hot nights. I lay naked on the bed for ages, arms
flung wide, trying to sleep, perspiration starting again despite a recent
shower. My sweaty bra underwire had left a raw red mark. One of the penalties
of having a Ruebenesque figure, I thought. I'm not fat, but pretty well
rounded. It would be another hot, long and wakeful night for me.

In my dreams he came to me and, finding me naked on a picnic rug by the
waterfall, started to tease me and caress me. Enjoying his attentions, I spread
my legs a little to give him better access. I felt brilliant and alive. My
pussy lips were pulled apart and I felt his breath on my inner thighs as he
moved to kiss me there.

It was unbearably hot, so I reached across to the picnic basket to take a
drink, but could not find it. I opened my eyes. It took a few moments to
register that there was no picnic basket, no picnic rug and no waterfall as I
recognised the familiar surroundings of my room. But the wonderful sensation
between my legs continued.

Trying to focus in the semi darkness, I made out the head of a man positioned
between my knees, mouth at my pussy. His tongue lapped at me, his fingers
gently spread my labia.

My first reaction to this invasion was to scream and draw myself sharply into a
sitting position. The second was instinctive. I lashed out with a roundhouse
right which caught the intruder on the side of his cheek and sent him sprawling
across the floor. He lay there, groaning, while I wrapped a sheet around myself
and flipped the switch on the bedside light, to find my 16-year-old son Kevin
lying there, gingerly holding his rapidly swelling face.

"You rotten little sleazeball," I screamed at him. "How dare you come into my
room you dirty little devil! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

My self-righteous indignation knew no bounds. Kevin bounded out through the
door, still holding his face, and I slammed it shut behind him.

As my temper subsided, I started to consider the events. It was too hot to
sleep anyway. Had I really been violated by my own son? Technically, I supposed
that I had, but I had suffered no harm from his explorations. In fact, I had to
admit that I found them quite pleasurable until I discovered their source. I
was quite wet and aroused. My main worry was what I would say to Kevin in the
morning.

The more I thought about it, the more difficult the confrontation with Kevin
seemed, until finally I could stand it no more. I jumped out of bed, dressed in
a suitably discreet nightie and gown, and padded down the corridor to Kevin's
room. My quiet knock was answered immediately.

"Go away."

"Kevin, we need to talk."

"I'm sorry Mom. Not now. Go away. Please!"

"I'm not angry, Kevin. I'm not going to yell at you. But we must talk."

And with that, I opened the door, flipped on the light, walked in and sat on
the foot of his bed. In spite of the stifling heat, Kevin had pulled the sheet
up over his head, which he had buried deep into his pillow.

"Come on Baby," I whispered. "Look at me."

He didn't move. I continued.

"Kevin, I can understand that at your age, you are exploring your sexuality,
you are probably trying sex with girls and entering that wonderful time of life
when everything is new and exciting, and most of it is forbidden. I'm not
really angry any more. You did not hurt me in any way, but it concerns me that
you betrayed my trust. Think about it for a minute, Kevin. Must I now lock my
door every night to protect myself from my own son?"

Finally I struck a chord that forced a response.

"Awww, I'm so sorry Mom. I didn't mean to hurt you or upset you. Of course you
don't have to lock your door to protect yourself from me. I don't know what
came over me tonight. When I walked past your room and saw you all spread-
eagled on the bed, you just looked so beautiful. I had to stop and stare. What
happened afterwards just happened. I didn't plan to touch you, Mom, honest."

His voice trailed off and he looked away miserably.

I was feeling glad that I had not allowed this thing to fester until morning,
and just a little smug that my adolescent son found me attractive at the age of
thirty-seven. I wondered whether he was on the level or whether he was simply
trying to win me over with some smooth talking. I preferred the former
alternative.

"Let's forget it Kevin. We both know it should not have happened, and that it
will not happen again. Let's not bring it up again."

"OK Mom," he mumbled, still unable to look me in the eye.

I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He flinched; it was still tender
from where I had hit him. Feeling much better, I returned to bed. Even the heat
had subsided a little, and I drifted off into a deep sleep, waking again in
broad daylight, with the sounds of a busy morning already brightening up the
day.

True to our agreement, we did not speak of the incident again. I wished that
Kev senior, my husband who died in a car crash almost ten years ago, could have
been around to give some balance to Kevin's upbringing. The next few months
were awkward between us at times, but gradually things returned to normal, and
when the heat of the summer hit us this year, we were both quite comfortable
walking around the house as before, Kevin in his jocks, me in my knickers and
bra.

In the intervening months, I had developed a love interest of sorts. The
relationship was pretty one-sided, but Phil, one of the sales people at the
office, who had been persistently asking me on dates for nearly two years,
finally caught me at a weak moment and I said yes. We went to a few movies and
dinners, and although he tried valiantly to take it further, I never allowed
him more than a kiss and a quick grope in the car, and never allowed him to
touch me when Kevin was around.

Kevin in the meantime, had made the A grade basketball team, and was keenly
aware of the absence of his father when all the other dads turned up at their
games. I was not going to make that worse for him by introducing a father
substitute at this stage of his life.

Secure in the comfort of my bed, my mind often wandered back to the night when
Kevin called, wondering what might have been had I not interrupted. Often my
thoughts would drift from reality into fantasy, seeing Kevin bring me to one
orgasm after another with his fingers, his tongue and his cock. I would usually
wake from these dreams feeling so frustrated that I would have to masturbate
for some relief.

As time went by, my fantasies became more and more regular, and also more
detailed. I would see the furrows in his brow, the rippling muscles of his arms
and chest as he lowered himself to me. I would gaze at him when I thought he
was not looking, taking in every detail of his beautiful body, replaying the
memory later in the privacy of my room.

The evening that Phil took me to his sister's party was one of those heat-wave
nights. The weather had been unbearably hot for three days, and there was
nowhere to hide. Phil's sister and her husband had a swimming pool by the
house, and it was only a matter of time before some of the younger guests
stripped to their undies and jumped into the cool water.

As the night wore on, the combination of the heat and alcohol started loosening
a few inhibitions, and some of the couples petting in and around the pool were
becoming pretty serious. One of Phil's friends had succeeded in separating his
girlfriend from her bra, and was openly sucking her nipples by the edge of the
pool. Phil tried to make a move on me, no doubt spurred on by his mates'
success. The arm which had rested loosely around my shoulder now held me
firmly, while he tried to slip his other hand under my blouse.

"Phil, no, please..." I stammered and turned briskly away to break his grip.

Like a scolded child he released me and moved back. He did not try again, and
soon afterwards suggested he should take me home.

I suppose Phil was pretty pissed with me when he dropped me off. My humiliating
refusal had made him frustrated and annoyed. Not a word was spoken on the way
home. He dropped me at the roadside in front of our house, and as I slid out of
the front seat, he said quietly:

"Goodnight, you frigid bitch."

Before I could close the car door, he hit the gas pedal and blasted off down
the road, his car tyres screaming in protest.

Inside the house, the heat was almost unbearable. I walked to my room, switched
on the overhead fan, dumped my clothes in a heap near the bed, slipped out of
my heels, threw myself on the bed and burst into tears. This was one miserable
night I would rather forget.

"You OK Mom?" Kevin stood in the dark doorway.

"Sure," I lied. I dared not trust my shaking voice to say any more.

I choked back the sobs. Watching other couples cavorting near the pool tonight,
but being unable to submit to Phil, made me realise that our relationship was
really doomed, and I missed Kev senior very badly. I could not remember having
felt so thoroughly miserable.

"Mom, I heard Phil's car take off in a hurry, and next thing I heard you
sobbing from my room," he persisted. He walked in, flipped on the bedside lamp
and sat on the side of my bed. "Please tell me what's wrong."

I snatched the sheet around me as he approached. I had not even realised that I
had been sobbing out loud.

"Nothing's wrong really, Kevin. The party turned out to be poolside, it was
boring, unbearably hot and I had a row with Phil on the way home. I just seem
to make a habit of messing up other people's lives."

The tears welled up again and I hung my head, feeling completely inadequate.

Kevin scooted around the bed and wrapped me in a bear-hug. Lifting my chin
gently with his strong fingers, he wiped away the tears with a corner of the
sheet and looked into my eyes.

"You know you don't mess up anybody else's life," he said quietly. "They can
only do that to themselves. We all make our own decisions, so stop feeling
guilty about things you have no control over."

I was being spoken to like a child, I realised.

"I cannot make a relationship work with anyone at all," I went on miserably.
"My own son has a more mature love life than I do."

"For your information, Mom, I haven't been with a girl for more than a year."

Why had I not noticed? My mind raced ahead. Was my son gay?

"Why, Kevin? You are one of the most popular kids in college, you always have
friends around, you play top basketball. I've never seen you have a problem
with girls. Your friends all have girlfriends, don't they?"

"It has nothing to do with popularity, Mom. I could have plenty of girls if I
wanted, but I just don't want to. I promised you never to discuss it again, but
I have to tell you that I have longed for you since I first started thinking
about sex. I know I was wrong to touch you while you were asleep, and we both
know that I would never do such a thing again, but the reality of touching you
that night, seeing your beautiful body, feeling you react to my touch..."

He paused for a moment. My head was spinning. A gigantic knot was starting to
form in my stomach as I listened. I felt an overpowering confusion, as feelings
of guilt, love and lust combined in my spinning mind. This had gone far enough,
I decided.

"Kevin," I began.

His finger touched my lips in a gesture of silence.

"No, Mom. Let me go on. When I look at you as you walk through the house, or
down the street, I don't see my mother. I have not seen you as my mother since
I was a little boy. Even when Dad was still alive I longed for you to kiss me
and hold me the way you did him."

I could not answer him. I was trying to make sense of his revelation. How could
we have reached this position? Apart from one isolated incident, I thought,
there had been no sexual feeling between us. Or had there? I guiltily reflected
on the fantasies that had haunted my thoughts since the night Kevin came to my
room. I had to admit that in my mind, at least, I had considered in great
detail, sexual contact with my own son, but how could he possibly have known?
He said he had looked at me in a physical way FOR YEARS. My God, how long had
he been harbouring fantasies about his mother?

Still I searched for a way to tell Kevin that what he felt was only a fantasy,
but without hurting his feelings.

A hand moved down to my waist, while the other supported my head as I leaned
against him for support. The damn sheet was not much of a barrier between us,
but I was thankful it was there. My face was so close to Kevin's that I could
feel his breath on my cheek. Slowly and very deliberately, he drew me to him,
kissed both my tear stained cheeks and then kissed me softly on the lips.

"Kevin, please, no," I pleaded as I tried to draw back from him.

I did not feel very convincing. If Kevin heard me at all, he gave no sign of
it, nor did he ease his grip. He came closer and kissed me again, firmer this
time. I closed my eyes, but kept my lips tightly sealed, and breathed a sigh of
relief (or was it disappointment?) as he backed off again.

"Kevin, this cannot go on," I stammered. "It is not right. Please let me go
before you do something you may regret later."

"Mom," he finally replied, "How can I ever regret what we are doing. I have
waited an entire year for this moment. I do not want to force anything onto
you, but I believe we both want the same thing. I think we have both known it
for a long time, but we have not wanted to talk about it openly because of the
taboos. Well, I have thought about it for long enough to know with absolute
certainty that my feelings for you are much stronger than the rules."

He spoke with such quiet logic. He was so completely convinced of the strength
of his case that I doubt that he even considered the possibility that I might
oppose it.

"This has gone far enough," I said firmly, gathering the sheet around me
tightly. "Whatever has got into you, to even think about sex with your own
mother. This infatuation has got to stop. Now I really appreciate your concern
over my well being, and am very grateful that you tried to cheer me up, but
that is not a signal to take advantage of the situation."

I hoped my feigned anger would hide my inner feelings. The tender closeness of
Kevin was making it very difficult to turn him away, and of course I would do
almost anything to avoid hurting him.

He suddenly lowered me from my seated position. The instant my head hit the
pillow, his lips locked onto mine. My tits were crushed under his weight and
his tongue explored my lips, seeking entry until I finally relaxed. My last
shreds of resistance were falling away. I met his tongue with my own, tasting
him, then tracing his teeth as he allowed me access.

Kevin's strong hands roamed over my body, easing down the sheet that covered
me. Still joined in our kiss, he slipped out of his jocks, exposing his raging
hard-on for the first time. I shuddered as he rolled over me again and
positioned his cock head at my entrance.

"Kevin, NO," I cried in alarm. "I'm not ready right now."

The pressure on my cunt lips increased as he forced himself to me, but there
was no lubrication to help his entry. Until a few seconds ago, I had not even
thought of having sex!

"Please Kevin, give me some time," I pleaded, trying to slip out from under
him.

I was no match for him though. He pinned me firmly with one arm, while the
other hand pried apart my labia to allow his prick entry. He pushed. I screamed
as his hard prick tore at my dry and tender cuntflesh, and only then did Kevin
ease up. He didn't pull out, but kept perfectly still. I felt as though a giant
bottle brush filled my cunt.

Kevin eased his tight grip on me, and became gentle and attentive again. My
nipples started to glow as he gripped them lightly between thumb and finger,
teasing them to firmness. His tongue rasped over first one and then the other.
I felt his lips close over them as he sucked on them noisily, but very, very
gently. All the time, his cock stayed inside me, a rock hard intruder
threatening to tear open my pussy.

His tongue was wonderful, lapping at my nipples, then the side of my tits,
licking across my lips, then to my ears, and back again. I tried to kiss back
as he touched my lips, but he simply moved on. I was on fire. I pushed my head
back into the pillow and started to arch my back. To my surprise, the
discomfort of Kevin's prick inside me had subsided, and for a moment I thought
his erection must have died, but when he started to move again, I suddenly
realised that his attention had made me very wet, for he slid in deeply and
easily, reaching further with each thrust, until I felt his pubic bone crushing
against mine.

I opened my legs wider, drawing my feet back, and clasped my hands around his
powerful back, eagerly drawing him in as I arched to meet him. He shuddered
momentarily and I knew he was going to come. There was no time for finesse in
our lovemaking; we needed each other so badly that we were on a runaway train.
He came violently, thrusting against me so hard that I would make a little
grunt each time he slammed his full weight onto my belly. His sperm came in
torrents, filling me until I could hold no more, and then dribbling from my
cavity, down the crack of my ass and puddling on the bed. I longed to come with
him, but it had all been too quick for me, and I could already feel him
softening inside me.

He cradled my head as he withdrew, and we kissed deeply. His hand moved to my
sopping pussy and I felt his fingers searching the entrance.

"It's a bit messy down there Kevin," I apologised. "I should clean up a bit."

"No Mom," he replied quickly. "Let me."

Before I could reply, he had moved down between my legs, and his wonderful
tongue was hard at work again. Spreading my pussy lips with his fingers, he
delicately lapped at the combined juices which still flowed from me, taking
them in, scooping with his tongue for more. He lapped at my cunt entrance, then
moved down, hoisting my legs up with his shoulder to lift my ass off the bed,
and licking the fluids from the crack of my ass.

I cannot describe the sensations I felt. At first I was embarrassed. When Kev
senior and I made love, he would never touch me afterwards, and I would usually
hurry to the bathroom afterwards to clean up.

Kevin moved so quickly at first that I did not have time to object. I was
afraid that he would find me messy and dirty. When he moved his mouth to me so
naturally and with such enthusiasm, I started to relax, and for the first time,
admit to myself that being eaten out in this way was definitely worth the wait!

My son was far from finished with me. Having cleaned me thoroughly, his
penetrating tongue slipped across my pussy lips and brushed lightly across my
clit. I bucked as the sensation hit me, and he repeated it again and again,
until I was writhing and moaning as he toyed with me, now sucking at my clit,
nibbling it gently and flicking his tongue over it.

"Oh, yes, Kevin," I groaned. "Yes, yes, yes. Do it to me baby. OHHH YES"

I was totally out of control. Juices flowed from my cunt in streams. My body
bucked uncontrollably as I neared orgasm. Kevin hadn't entered me again but I
felt myself coming. His hands slipped under me and I felt his fingers spread my
juices around to my ass.

"Kevin, please, not there," I pleaded. I wasted my breath. As my climax hit me,
his probing tongue stabbed into my dripping cunt, and his finger drove deep
into my ass.

I went over the edge. I screamed and bucked and thrust and twisted wildly,
completely out of control. Kevin withdrew his finger and held me firmly by the
hips, working me over with his tongue. My climax continued in waves until I
could take no more, and fell back into the pillow, completely spent.

Slowly I regained a little composure. It had, I realised, taken thirty-seven
years for me to feel the true thrill of sex which most girls experience in
their teens. Worse yet, it had taken my own son to show me the way!

Kevin was absently stroking my breast, bringing the nipple to his mouth and
brushing his lips over it.

"Mmmmm, Mom, I think you are beautiful," he murmured.

"Nonsense, I am just a fat old cow," I giggled, but proud to know that he
thought me desirable.

I reached for his prick, and was surprised to find in still semi erect.

"My goodness, Kevin," I teased. "It looks as though you still have not
finished. What have we here?"

He turned to me with youthful confidence, letting me take a full hold of his
tool, letting me work my fingers over it, letting me bring it to its fully
erect state again. It was a marvellous prick, uncircumcised, long, thick and
strong. I surveyed it closely, carefully peeling back the foreskin again to
expose the glowing, purple glans.

I had swung myself into a seated position on the bed for a better view, and
having seen, wanted more. I lowered my head to his prick and took the head
between my lips, gently running my tongue around it and sucking it in deeper.
The head forced my mouth open wide, and pushed against the inside of my cheek.
In this position I could do very little, so I swung myself fully around until I
was positioned directly over his cock, and took him in deeper, locking the base
of his tool and his balls in both hands. It felt larger inside my mouth, yet I
had only taken the head in fully. I was starting to gag as he pressed against
the back of my mouth.

"Relax, Mom," urged Kevin. "Use your nose to breathe and just relax."

This was not as easy as it seemed, but finally I got the hang of it and let him
slip into my throat. He murmured in appreciation and moved his loins in
miniature thrusts, allowing me to control the extent of his penetration. Even
so, I could barely breathe, and started feeling quite dizzy.

I was so focused on trying to make Kevin happy that at first I had not felt him
moving beneath me. His fingers once again probed my pussy entrance, opening it
and gently inserting first one finger, then a second, and a third. I tried to
spread wider to receive him and in doing so, my head moved back slightly. My
throat straightened and Kevin's prick just slid forward without any further
effort. Bobbing my head on him, I brought him closer and closer to climax,
while my cunt throbbed to the music of his fingers. He lifted his head to my
pussy and sucked at my clit, and I felt my climax building.

Kevin groaned and his thrusting became more urgent, so I pulled away from him
until just the head of his prick remained trapped by my lips. I wanted his
beautiful prick inside me now. I wanted us to come as one.

Lifting myself off his fingers, I quickly spun around, and retaining my
position above him, slowly lowered myself to him, guiding his raging hard-on
into the entrance to my pussy. We kissed deeply, tongues probing. Kevin's hands
gripped my breasts and squeezed them hard. I dropped onto him as he rose to
meet me, burying his prick inside me to the hilt. We rose and fell in perfect
unison, the motion of his prick making loud sucking noises as the fluids
escaped from me.

I rode him with increasing ferocity as I neared my climax, and he met me thrust
for thrust. My breasts felt as though they were about to burst, such was the
pressure of his hands, until he exploded inside me. This time, I climaxed with
him. My whole body burned as the climax rippled through me, heightening the
sensations in my crushed breasts and my pulsing cunt. I continued to pound
against him unmercifully until I felt his hardness subside within me, and only
then collapsed on his chest.

"Oh Kevin," I puffed as we broke from a lingering kiss. "I wish I could have
known how much we needed each other long, long ago."

It was an awakening for me. My lovemaking with Kev senior had been very
satisfying. We made love often, and loved each other deeply, but Kev was very
conservative about sex, and I suppose I was, too. Our sexual acts were almost
exclusively night activities, mostly in the dark, mostly in the missionary
position and contact after the act was minimal. I would usually head straight
to the bathroom to clean up after sex while Kev fell asleep, and we both
considered oral or anal sex thoroughly deviant behaviour, an act between sexual
weirdos.

In one night, Kevin had blown away so many of my hangups, and I knew that this
new dimension to our relationship would lead us to many more revelations.

"I love you Mom," he whispered, and gently cradled me in his arms, eyes heavy
in the prelude to a deep sleep. "You get some sleep now, because by morning, we
are going to want to do it all over again."

"Yes," I sighed. "And every morning after. Sleep well my Baby. Sleep well."

End of part one.

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