Incest

Mom was a war bride. She was only 16 years old and pregnant with me when Dad married her. Right after they were married, my father left for Germany; it was at the beginning of world war two.

Dad was killed; one of the war’s earliest casualties. Mom was living with her mother when I was born.

My first experience to anything sexual, at least as far back as I can remember, was when I was approximately five years old, in kindergarten.

Mom and I were home alone. She was in the shower, and had left the bathroom door open, probably so she could keep an ear open for me. I went in to use the toilet. While I was on the bowl, I could see her through the shower curtain. I was looking at my mom’s naked body when I got my first boner in my young life. When my mother got out of the shower, I pointed it out to her.

I said, “Look Mom, when I push it down it pops right back up again.”

My mother laughed, but at the same time, she squatted down in front of me, and put her hand around my hardened cock. She rubbed it up and down for a while, and asked me, “Did your mommy’s naked body give you a hard-on?”

She then stood up and started to leave the bathroom.

Just before she exited, I innocently said, “Mommy that felt good, can you do it some more?”

At that, she just laughed and said, “Oh no. That you have to do for yourself,” and she left me there by myself.

Of course, at that age, I didn’t understand what she meant, and I didn’t really start to masturbate until I was around 7 or 8 years old (and with Mom’s help, I became quite proficient at it).

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About a week after the bathroom incident, during a blistering hot night, I was having trouble getting to sleep. My mother came into my bedroom to see why I was fussing so. I told her it was too hot to go to sleep, and she told me I’d feel better if I took off my pajamas and underwear, and lie on my stomach. After lying naked on my stomach, mom began to very lightly use her fingertips to rub over my shoulders and back, which brought a chill to me and began to cool down my body.

After rubbing me for a few minutes, she then continued down to my butt and legs. After pausing to spread my legs, she then moved her hands up my thighs and to my testicles.

Instantly I got hard again and told her, “Mom I got another one of those hard-ons.”

“That’s all right, sweetheart. Turn over on your back and just relax.”

Once again, my mother started rubbing at my shoulders and I think I was letting out little sounds of pleasure. She continued down my stomach to my testicles and then slowly began rubbing up and down my boner.

She then spread my legs real wide and got on her knees between my legs. While I was just lying back, with my head on the pillow watching her, Mom continued lightly rubbing my testicles with one hand and rubbing up and down my boner with the other hand; she also started to kiss and lick around my hardened cock. To my total surprise, my mother then took my prick all the way into her mouth and started going up and down it with her mouth; licking and sucking on it at the same time.

I don’t know if a boy that young can reach a dry orgasm, but something surely was happening; the feelings I was getting, were going from deep within my balls, right up through the tip of my cock. My boner was throbbing and I was now pushing up with my hips every time mom went down on it. The sensations were so great, I was afraid she was going to stop, the way she did in the bathroom.

All I could do was say over and over again, “Mommy, don’t stop — please Mommy — don’t stop.”

I suddenly felt wild tingly sensations all through my boyhood parts and then all those feelings seemed to subside. When my body went completely limp and my head fell back down on the pillow, Mom stopped. Then she came up by me and kissed me, saying, “Good night honey,” and then left the bedroom. I believe I was sleeping before she closed the door. Now if that wasn’t an orgasm then I don’t know what it was, and I will remember it all my life.

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The following night, being just as hot at bedtime as it was the night before, I went into the living room and asked, “Mommy, it’s so hot again. Could you make me nice and cool again, like last night, so I can go to sleep?”

After a long pause, she answered, “Okay sweetie. You go into bed; I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

I smiled and hurried to my bedroom, where I quickly undressed, taking off all of my clothes, and then hopped into my bed. When Mom came in, I was lying on my back with my legs spread as wide as I could and already had a boner.

She sat on the side of the bed, alongside me and asked, “Do you want me to do what I did last night, baby?”

All I could say was, “Yes Mommy, please.”

“All right honey, if you’re sure that’s what my baby wants… but I don’t think we should cause it’s kind of naughty… I only did it last night cause you were so hot and upset and all…”

I started to protest but she cut me off with, “I know… you’re hot tonight too, but if anyone found out I did this to you they would be mad at Mommy. Do you think if I do it, that you could never tell anyone?”

“I promise, mommy.”

“Even Grandma? You can’t even tell her, you know?”

“I promise I won’t tell no one, not even grandma,” I said as if in a conspiracy with her.

“Okay baby, it will be only our secret. No one must ever know but us, okay?” she said.

This time while I lie in bed watching her, my mom stood, took off all her clothes, and came back onto the bed. She then moved her naked body between my legs and moved over me, and began to slowly and gently kiss me. She started first on my lips, not like when she kissed me good night, but slow soft kisses instead, and then stuck her tongue between my lips.

‘Oh yuck, ‘ I thought, although I didn’t tell her that.

Mom continued to kiss my neck and then she sucked and licked each of my titties. She then very lightly started to rub my balls in her hand, as she moved her lips down my body, kissing and licking as she went, and then she sucked in my boner. My excitement increased, though if you asked me why, I probably didn’t know. She continued to suck up and down on my hardened cock until, like the night before, I came to a dry orgasm. This time she kept it in her mouth, just going up and down real slowly and gently, until I fell asleep.

Mom continued to do this for me one or two times a week at bedtime to the end of the summer. Sometimes, she would be naked when she got into bed with me, especially if Grandma wasn’t home. Occasionally, when Mom would get into bed naked with me, she would face in the opposite direction. I liked that the best because I could look at her naked body while she was sucking me up and down. It was fascinating and exciting to see her that way, especially the treasure of her hairy pussy. Sometimes, she would take my hand and rub it between her legs while she was sucking me. A few times, she took my finger and stuck it into her hole, where she would move my finger in and out of her, at the same time that she was sucking up-and-down on my boner.

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During the summer vacation, my best and only friend was a girl named Linda, who lived in the same apartment building. She was a little older than I was; she was almost 7 years old, I had just turned 6.

We mostly played together in the backyard. There was a storage room connected to the back of the building, and since the storage room was always empty, we would often play in it.

Then one afternoon we tried a new game. It was Linda’s idea, not mine, that we play ‘King and Queen’, and the storage room would be our castle. She told me we had to go to the Queen’s ball and had to get dressed in our best clothes. She said that since we were married it was okay to get naked in front of each other.

Well, one at a time we took off all our clothes; Linda first, and I followed her lead. She acted as if it was okay because we were married. She even spread her legs real wide and let me look real close at her bald pussy. She then turned around to let me look at her butt.

Then she announced, “Okay, it’s your turn.”

When I removed all my clothes, she was amazed at my boner.

“Why is that so hard and sticking up?”

“I don’t know. It gets that way sometimes.”

Seeing a strange, curious look on her face as she continued to look at it. I added, “You can touch it if you want.”

She came next to me and took it in her hand, and then moved it from side to side, even pushing it down and then letting it pop back up by itself. After we got dressed, we went out into the backyard. We walked hand in hand one time around the yard, waving to our subjects, and then going right back into the castle to get naked again.

We spent the remainder of the summer playing that game. We spent more time taking off our clothes inside the castle than going out in the yard.

One time, while we were naked, she said she wanted to teach me to dance like a king. We spent most of the afternoon with our naked bodies pressed to each other with my boner poking her queen pee-pee. She once again told me it was okay because we were married.

One time, I was rubbing my hard-on up-and-down on Linda’s little butt until I reached a dry orgasm.

I tried that again on another day, and while I was rubbing up-and-down on her butt with my hardened cock, I put my arms around her and rubbed her bald pussy. I tried to stick my finger all the way in her hole, but she started crying and told me I hurt her, and I never tried that again with her.

Before the summer came to an end, Linda did let me suck and lick her non-existing titties and let me lightly rub her pussy. I also tried to get her to put my boner in her mouth, but she never would.

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At the end of that summer, mom remarried another veteran and we moved to his house. I loved it there. It was a housing development for veterans and their families, and after living in an apartment for all those years, this was a totally new experience. I remember that at first I was disappointed that I was moving away from grandma, but within a week, I forgot my unhappiness. The development had lots of boys and girls my age and I quickly was making friends.

That is where I started the first grade. Of course, I still missed my grandma and my little Queen, but there were so many things going on, I got over it. Mom never came to my bedroom anymore, nor did I ask her to. The veteran houses were always vacating and re-occupying. I was always losing old friends and getting new ones.

The following spring the house next door to mine vacated. Of course, I had to go over to investigate the inside of that vacant house along with my new puppy, and while I was inside the vacant house, a little girl who was about four or five years old came in. She was new to the neighborhood and I hadn’t met her yet.

She saw me going into the house with the dog and followed me. As kids will do, it wasn’t more than two or three minutes before we were talking as if we had always known each other.

I’m not sure just what brought her in the vacant house, but I think it was simply because she wanted to pet my puppy. She told me she didn’t have a dog and wanted to know if she could pet and play with mine.

What I did to that little girl wasn’t like me at all. I’ve felt guilty about it for years. I suppose that we men try to manipulate girls from an early age, hah? I told her I would let the puppy be “ours” and she could play with him anytime she wanted, if…

“… But you have to pull down your underpants and pull up your dress and let me look at you there.”

As children, we have such innocence. “Okay,” she declared. Thinking back, I’m amazed at how she simply pushed her panties down her legs and pulled up the hem of her skirt.

As she did this I let my dog’s leash go, allowing him to roam freely.

She and I were close together. “Can I touch you there?” I asked.

She nodded, and I actually squatted down in front of her and pulled her pussy lips open to see it real good. As my fingers touched her baby-smooth tight pussy mound, I could see that she had held her breath and looked extremely excited, into my eyes.

“If you want, you can see mine; that’s only fair; you let me see yours…”

She was more than willing. She nodded her head rapidly; obviously, she wanted to see what I had. Nervously, I took out my little boner and after only a short hesitation, she squatted down in front of me. Then, after shifting her eyes up to me, then to my cock and back up and then down again, she soon began touching it.

I showed her how to rub it like mom had done. It felt great and I think she could see that I was enjoying it.

“Put it in your mouth,” I whispered with excitement.

“Yucck, noooooo!!!! That’s disgusting.”

“It’s not. All the bigger girls do that and like it,” I announced as if I were an authority. “And I’d like it too.”

“I… No I couldn’t… that’s where you pee…”

“I won’t, I promise. I won’t pee when you’re doing it. Please?” I saw that she was weighing the idea and I hurriedly suggested, “If you do it, and move your mouth up and down on it, I’ll buy you your own puppy, just like mine.”

Finally, she whispered, “Okay,” and then moved her head to me, opening her mouth and taking my flesh within.

She wasn’t near as good at it as mom and I didn’t come to an orgasm. Unfortunately, she wasn’t doing it very long before we heard her mother calling her, and she ran out of the house.

I don’t even remember that little girl’s name. Shortly afterwards, her family moved and I never saw her again.

God, wasn’t that terrible of me?

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Thinking back, I can’t help but to be amused remembering the Hennessy kids, a brother and sister who played together and were always getting in trouble. I had even heard some grown-ups refer to the siblings as ‘bad news’. Paulie was about eight or nine years old and Ellen was the same age as me, around seven years old.

Sometimes when their parents were out and left them by themselves, they would invite me into their house to play. Inevitably, the game we played was always ‘doctor’. Occasionally, I would be allowed to be the doctor, but most of the time Paulie would be. He would put some object over Ellen’s nose and tell her it was gas and she would act as if she was asleep, so he could operate. He would pull up her dress and pull down her panties, and then stick his finger all the way inside his sister’s pussy.

The first time I saw him do this I was afraid he was going to hurt her. I remembered how the year before, my little Queen cried when I tried to do this to her. However, little Ellen didn’t when her brother did it; she just pretended to be asleep.

As I watched with surprised, he then took off his pants and underwear and got on ‘the operating table’, moving top of her.

Ellen’s eyes shot open, looked at her brother atop her, then to me and back to him. She quickly moved her hands to his chest, and as he tried to put his boner inside her hole, she pushed at him to hold him off.

“No, Paulie, don’t — Not in front of him!”

Her older brother then pushed her back down and told her, “You have gas on you nose, you can’t wake-up,” and as I watched, she lay back down while he continued to push his boner in and out of her.

After doing this for a while, he got off her and told me, “You can be the doctor and you can do the same thing to her.”

“Nah, I — maybe I’ll hurt her.”

When I told him that, Ellen opened her eyes and said, “It’s okay — You can. You won’t hurt me. They do it all the time.” I never found out who they were; I only knew that Paulie did it to her.

I thought about trying it, but I was still afraid and said, “Never mind.”

From that time until when I was around 8 years old, I continued to play “doctor”; a couple of more times with the Paulie and Ellen, and also one or two naughty times with other little girls.

However, there was only one other time that summer did I get a girl to put my boner in her mouth. On that occasion I didn’t even ask. She was older than me, about nine years old. She was the prettiest girl I ever saw. With blond hair, and the prettiest green eyes I ever saw. I fell in love with her the moment I met her. We always kept our friendship, and many years later, I married her. Karen is still my wife today. But that’s getting way ahead of my story.

Karen instigated the naughty play. She got me to go into the woods with her and she suggested we both get naked. She started rubbing my boner, as well as mom ever did, and she did it without my asking. Indeed, she seemed to want to do it. After rubbing it and watching my face become excited, she then put it in her mouth and started to suck me. Honestly, she was as good at it as mom, and I had a dry orgasm just as fast as when my mom sucked me. At the time, I didn’t know how that little girl learned all that stuff. I do now but that’s another story.

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Over the winter, there were a lot of fights in my house and by the time the next summer came, my mom and stepfather had divorced. I was eight years old when we moved to our own house, which was only four blocks away from my grandma. Once again, I was back in a neighborhood with very few kids and I had only acquaintances, no friends.

Mom would let me ride my bike to my grandma’s house whenever I wanted.

Things had changed with my little Queen; she was a big girl now, 9 years old. and there was a pad lock on the castle door. Besides, she didn’t even want to play with me anymore, telling me that she now had a boyfriend; he was 12 years old.

Nevertheless, I still often rode my bike to Grandma’s, because of a combination of wanting to see her and boredom.

During one of those trips, I found a place in a small section of the woods (any place where there were enough trees to make it private, I called the woods) that I liked. I would often stop there and take a bike-riding break under the shade of the trees.

One day, while exploring there, I found a house in the back of the woods. There was a garden hose attached to a water spigot at the back of the house. I turned on the spigot and started to take a drink from the hose.

Just then, a man came out of the house and told me not to drink from the hose; that the water may not be clean. When I stopped drinking and stood up straight, he added, “I guess you’re thirsty, why don’t you come into the house? It’s much cooler in there.” Then almost as if I’d already accepted he turned to go back in and added, “C’mon, I’ll give you a soda.”

In those days, you didn’t have to be as afraid of adults, so I followed him. Inside the house, he told me to sit, and then went to the kitchen. When he came back to the living room, he handed me the soda and sat with me on the couch. He asked me if I was on my way to see my girlfriend. I didn’t want to sound like a baby so I told him yes I was. He began to ask me questions about my girlfriend, saying she must be a pretty girl because you are a good-looking guy. He asked me if I ever got a hard-on with her and let her touch it.

Of course, this conversation was way out of the ordinary, and I felt a bit awkward, but he was talking to me as if we were two close friends, who confided with each other, even though he was a grown-up man who I never met before. I thought it was cool to be talking this way with someone so old (Haha, yeah he was probably 30!).

“Yeah, she touches it lots of times,” I lied.

“I bet you’re big there when it gets hard, hah?” he said, and he put his hand on my lap, and started to rub it through my pants. Why I didn’t immediately jump away and stop him, I don’t know, but I didn’t, and this line of questioning went on for a while.

All the time he was rubbing my boner through my pants. Soon there was no mistaken that it was feeling good and I still didn’t stop him.

“Does she ever put it in her mouth and suck it?”

“No, not her, but I have another girlfriend that does that,” I continued lying.

“Do you like that?”

“Yeah, I love it.” I guess I was breathing heavy by then.

“I’d love to take it and suck it for you…” he said gently, as if it was an invitation, but the decision was mine.

Until that day I had never been with a guy before and had no interest in that area (still don’t), but I did have a boner, and I realized we were alone and that no one but us would know of anything we did. What he was doing to my boner sure felt good and I hadn’t had a blowjob in over a year.

“Okay,” I whispered.

His sucking sure felt good and I did have a dry orgasm. He seemed to really like doing it. I had to push his head away and tell him, “Stop, that’s enough.”

I then told him I had to get going and he said I could come back anytime if I kept what we did, a secret. Like I would ever tell that I did that???

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Well I guess that incident got my hormones in an uproar, because for the first time in my life. I started masturbating; and I was doing it quite frequently.

About two weeks later, while having dinner with my mom, for no apparent reason I got a boner while sitting at the kitchen table. When she got up to clear the table and had her back to me. I quickly got up and left for the bathroom before she could see my boner. In my haste to get into the bathroom to jack off, I forgot to lock the door.

(Believe it or not, I really had no idea how to jerk off, even though I was managing, however amateurishly. I would take both hands and rub them together on my boner, like you would start a fire by rubbing a piece of would on another piece.)

I was so involved in what I was doing; I didn’t hear my mom come in. As soon as I saw her, I hurriedly turned away, making my boner face away from her towards the toilet, hoping she didn’t see what I was doing.

All of a sudden, she started to laugh and said, “Honey that’s not how you do it,” and then added, “Here let me show you.”

She told me to take my hard-on back out of my pants where I had hastily stuffed it and before I could do it, she proceeded to do it for me. She then put her fingers around my boner and started to slowly pump it up and down with one hand.

“Here, let me show you,” she said and then took my hand and wrapped my fingers around my boner. With her hand over mine, she continued to pump up and down. Finally, she took her hand off my hand and told me to keep doing it by myself. She then sat on the edge of the tub and talked me through it.

“That’s it honey, does it fill good?”

I nodded yes.

She told me I could go fast or slow; squeeze it tighter or looser, whatever feels the best. She told me with my other hand I could lightly rub my balls. She added that with my hand now rubbing my balls I could also put my hand between my legs and rub my finger in my ass. This continued until I reached a dry orgasm. As she was leaving the bathroom, she turned back and told me if I ever needed her for help again I should just ask her.

The next night was another of those hot humid nights. I went to bed with just my shorts on. When I got into bed, I removed my shorts and started to jack off, the way mom showed me. I started to think back to my younger days with mom in my bed. I got up and walked, still naked with a boner, into the living room where mom was sitting on the couch.

From the doorway I said, “Mom, do you remember when I was little how you used to help me cool down on those hot nights?” She looked over at me and grinned. “Would you do that again for me?”

Mom sat there and looked me over, her eyes especially looking at my boner. She seemed to be in thought. Finally she said, “Honey I will do that again, but this is getting pretty naughty and you’re getting to be a big boy. If you want me to do that again for you, I will also have to teach you to do some things to me.”

“Okay.”

A big smile and she patted the cushion as she softly said, “Now come over here and lay on the couch.”

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