****** Reversal of Opinion: A Fictitious Account of Oedipal Incest by J. A.
                                 Aumond ******
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Reversal of Opinion: A Fictitious Account of Oedipal Incest

I've read a lot if stories about incest on pornographic web sites late at night
after the family was asleep, and thought myself alone. And often I would find
that their were certain things that occurred in them that made the story almost
laughable. In almost all of them, the mother (for it's true I've had something
of an Oedipal Complex and thus would read them) always had enormous breasts,
what beyond good looking and would just have sex with her son and just go on as
normal. Now, I always believed the first parts where just put their so the
reader, who was probably masturbating when he read it would picture some good
looking person. Now, the last part for the most part I thought was true. In
many ways I thought sex was just some personal satisfaction that was selfish
and self-serving, yet I didn't realize how entrapping and powerful sex was
until what happened only a few months ago.

I really don't know how much you'd care to know about me. I'm bookish and
quiet, and have had some sexual experience but not much. I guess I'm your
classic text book case geek. That would also explain why late into Saturday
night I'm cruising the internet looking for porn, versus fucking some girl.
But, in some ways I enjoyed my life of solitary sex. I know the dangers of all
the possible venereal diseases you can get, and didn't want my first fuck to be
my last. As I said earlier, I've had some sexual experience, but never
penetration, so I guess that would have made me a virgin.

One night, around maybe two am on a Saturday, I was at the computer and stumble
across a story site. In many cases when I comes to incest only stories really
fill the desire, because you can come across a few pictures that will say
something like: "Cousins in lesbian lickfest" or "Mother And Son Fucking Til
Cock Cream 'Cums'", but you never really believe that it's anything more than
actors. Thus, I was reading an Oedipal story where the mother seduces her son
to have sex with her, my pants of course where around my ankles and I was
slowly massaging my now erect cock.

What I didn't notice was the soft sound of steps behind me, and a stern faced
woman behind me.

"Allen Michael Travans do you know what the Hell time it-What the hell are you
reading?"

Now granted she couldn't have know if there wasn't a great big yellow banner at
the top of the page declaring: "INCEST STORIES".

"Um, nothing mom," I stammered.

"So, is the is why your always online so goddamn late? You're sitting her
jerking off in the den? Fuck and to incest? What is wrong with you?"

Now, it was a combination of the shock and horror of her discovering me not
only masturbating, but masturbating to my hidden fantasy that send me into a
crying fit.

"Allen, no I'm sorry I shouldn't have yelled . . . I mean, I'm sorry honey."
And with that she had forgotten her anger and held me, I guess forgetting that
my cock was still erect.

OK, now you're sitting their saying, "yeah this guys mom just yelled at him,
and now they're two seconds away from a "fuckfest" of their own". This I can
assure you, reader, is not the case. My mother held me, this is true, but we
were far from having sex.

Now, as she held me I loved from under her grasp. I didn't want her to hold me,
to have her breasts push into the back of me. It was erotic, and I didn't want
that now, I was too embarrassed. I moved from her an she watched me. I pulled
my underwear up and she watched me button my pants.

"I'm going to bed," I said meekly and ran upstairs.

* * *

Now nothing happened for about a month and the incident was almost forced out
of my head and I had hoped my mother had done the same. The house was quiet and
my dad was out at one of his big political meetings and my sister was at her
friend's house. My mother called me to come help her with something, I was only
half listening anyway. I walked up the stairs to her room, and she stood before
me in only her nightgown. I could see her nipples erect through the fabric.

"Mom, what, I, er . . ." I had no idea of what to say.

"I read that web site after you went of stairs, I book marked it and have been
reading a lot during the day, when you're at school."

I just stood their wide eyed.

"Come here son."

I obeyed.

A flourish of kisses hit my neck, warm and soft and then harder, she was biting
my neck, I just held onto her back as she and I moved together and fell onto
the bed. Her biting was fierce like some caged animal biting it's trainer. She
straddled me, her bare cunt rubbing on my jeans. She moaned as she rocked back
and forth on them. I just laid still under her, the only part of me really
moving was my dick expanding to full length.

"Undress."

I did.

"On your knees."

I obeyed.

She pulled up her nightgown and moved her clit to my face.

"Suck it, son."

I did my best. I never ate out a girl before, so I licked the outside of her,
between her thighs and sucked on her clitoris, and on her labia, and I did a
good enough job, because I heard my mother moan. Yet, only now did I feel that
incest was dirty and wrong. My mother had a sexual strangle hold over me. I
wanted to run, but my own fetish keep my knees on the floor, only when she said
"Up" did I rise.

I was naked before my mother, and I felt my shame run up and down me. My cock
though was the only part that was greedy it was hard and willing, my braid was
crying "no".

My mother pushed me down onto the bed, and she climbed on top of me, pushing my
hard cock inter her pussy. Slowly bringing herself down, a twisted smile on her
lips. She slowly began to move up and down my shaft, her vaginal muscles
pulling my cock in an spitting it back down again. Her breasts the metronome
keeping the rhythm of this waltz of sin.

"Yeah, Allen, mommy's boy has a nice hard cock, you're so hot. Mommy will never
let you go now."

"Mom, but it's a sin . . . Oh God . . . it's not . .. ah ah ah ah yes, it feels
so good, I'm going to cum-"

And I did right inside my mother, like some geyser spewing forth the hot waters
of the earth, my pearly cum leaked own my mother's cunt and back onto my
thighs. My mother got off of my now shriveling cock, and kissed me on my
forehead.

"Now, you're mine. I always wanted to keep you at home and close. That's
probably how you developed you're Oedipal complex. Yet, I didn't really desire
to fuck you until I realized how caught up in it you were. You will think it's
a sin, and now sex will always seem dirty and evil, but I'll know I can have
you whenever I want. Now, Allen you're mine forever."

And I knew she was right.

(c) April 5, 1999

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