Chapter One
"There," Jeff said. He was sitting at his desk in front of his laptop computer in his bedroom. He'd just finished the final editing of a very major paper for his history class at River City U. He took a deep breath and let it out, then sent it to his professor as an attachment to an email notifying his professor what he was receiving.
"Now for the fun part of my day," Jeff said. He clicked out of his email site and clicked into his favorite open-sharing sex site where a person could post anything from text to photos, gifs, and short videos. The site was, as their splash page described it, "A place to blog your sexual fantasies and share with others. You could "like" what others posted or re-post to your own page. You could add captions and there was even a messaging "button" to "talk" to other site-users. Jeff's was mostly a mother-son incest blog although he did delve into other incest scenarios too. And, every now and then, he even blogged or reblogged non-incest sex photos and gifs.
Jeff scanned the images-photos and gifs, and videos—that flooded his computer screen as he scrolled down through his page feed. He barely noted some, paid close attention to others, "liked" many, and re-blogged some, adding his own captions to them if they had none, or if he thought the caption already there were insufficient to what he thought or felt about the photo or gif, or if he thought it was poorly written.
He scrolled though his page feed with his mother in mind. Unashamedly in lust with his own mother, Jeff thought about and fantasized about making love to her on a daily and nightly basis. Not that he didn't love her as his mother and a person, he did, but for some unknown reason to him, he didn't have the usual incest aversion reaction. Whenever he looked at her all he could think about was how hot she was and how much he would love to make love with her every way a man and woman could make love.
Jeff wasn't obsessed with his mother to the exclusion of other girls or women. He dated some and had sex with some. It was just that he lived with his mother and had daily contact with her and she was, in his opinion, a damned attractive older woman. He had no scruples about mother-son incest, or any consensual adult incest for that matter and he thought it would be great fun if he could kiss her, caress her naked body, lick her pussy, have her suck his cock and, of course, fuck her. And it would be so convenient too, right here at home. If only she could feel the same way about him. But he knew that was an impossibility.
Jeff had been checking out all the sex blogs on his favorite sex site a couple of years ago and was surprised at how many incest blogs there were. At that time he already knew that, if given the chance, he would gladly fuck his mother. Besides having a very pretty face, she worked out hard to keep her body fit, trim, and toned. She had a killer body and looked great in her tiny bikinis. Now, at age forty-three, she was no less attractive to him. Of course, he wondered about his guiltless desire to fuck her. She was his mother after all. A son wasn't supposed to have thoughts like that about his mother. Or was he? It seemed that there was one hell of a lot of people in the sex blog-o-sphere who thought differently about incest. It didn't matter whether it was mother-son, father-daughter, brother-sister, aunt-nephew, uncle-niece, or even grandparents-grandchildren incest, it was all there.
Jeff delved into the stacks at the university library, researching incest. He found that it was universally condemned and, evidently, universally practiced. Most of that, unfortunately, was child molesting by adult men or near adult men: fathers, step-fathers, uncles, brothers, and step brothers with underaged girls. True consensual adult incest was rare, but not unheard of, even between a mother and her son. It also seemed that most people who were raised together, whether biologically related or not, had little to no sexual desires for those they had been raised by or with. But, and this seemed to fit Jeff, some people for reasons unknown didn't feel that revulsion about sex with a close relative.
Jeff knew he didn't feel any revulsion thinking about sex with his mother. She was a very good looking woman. Not drop dead gorgeous but definitely a head-turner as he had noticed whenever he had gone somewhere with her, like the grocery store or the mall. She was almost petite at five feet, five inches tall and 112 trim and fit pounds. She had long, wavy black hair, and big, warm brown eyes, a generous mouth and a beautiful "high beam" smile.
After researching all he could about incest, Jeff started his own incest blog. He found it to be almost addictive, looking at what others posted and their captions and posting photos and gifs that he found online and giving them captions, all dealing with incest, and especially mother-son incest. Now, two years later, he had several thousand followers, although he hadn't started out to have followers, and he was following many, many incest blogs himself.
After several minutes of seeing naked pussies, or mouths and assholes, being stuffed by bigger than average cocks, Jeff's cock was primed and ready. He got up from his desk and went over to his bed. His mother had sent him a text at noon telling him the she had to go into the city on business and that she would be home late.
Jeff undressed completely, reveling in the feeling of being alone in the house, lying naked on his bed, not worrying if his mother might knock on his bedroom door or even, Heaven forbid, open the door and catch him jerking off, on his bed or in front of his computer with his sex blog on. Today he could lie back comfortably and begin fantasizing once again about how he would fuck his mother—as if that could ever happen.
Jeff turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bath mat, water was beaded up on his body, some of it running in rivulets down onto the mat. His cock was half hard. He had masturbated in the shower, thinking of his mother, and even though he had come, quite hard actually, he was still sexually aroused. He reached for his towel when the bathroom door opened suddenly.
"Oh, Jeff, I'm so sorry," his mother said, but then she didn't move. She just stared at her naked son and his partially tumescent penis. The head of his cock was just barely peeking out of his foreskin. She looked up at him and gave him a wicked little smile. "I haven't seen you totally naked since you were quite a bit younger, Jeff. You were cute then. Now, well now you are a man I can see."
Jeff wasn't sure what to do but his cock sure did. With his mother standing in the bathroom doorway giving him what he could only describe as a cool sexual appraisal, his cock began to re-inflate. The fact that he'd just been fantasizing about her sexually added to his cock's independent behavior. Still, she wasn't budging, or blinking, so Jeff straightened up and turned to face his mother full-on and decided to speak to her boldly.
"Hi, Mom, see anything you like?" he said.
His mother's wicked little smile became a big, wicked grin. She raised her eyebrows. "Oh yeah," she said then walked up to him took hold of his cock with her hand and looked her son directly in his eyes as she stroked it, now nearly full erect again.
"I'm all wet, Mom. Maybe I should dry off."
"No, that's fine, darling. I don't mind," she said and then lowered herself to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him with her warm brown eyes. "My little boy is a big boy now," she said. She studied her son's hard cock up close and slid the foreskin back before sliding her mouth onto his cock. She kept going down on it until she had three-quarters of her son's cock in her mouth, at which point she reversed directions, keeping her lips tightly sealed around his hard shaft until they were almost off his cock head. After that, she began a smooth deep cock sucking, head-bobbing motion. Her hand was grasping his cock firmly and following her mouth as it went back and forth.
Jeff gasped with surprise and groaned from the pleasure that his mother's mouth—hot, wet, slick, and oh so soft and smooth—was giving him.
"Oh fuck, Mom," Jeff sighed, "that feels so good."
"Mm-hmm," his mother replied as she kept sucking his cock.
Jeff looked down on top of his mother head, her thick, black hair swinging forward and back with her cock sucking motion. From this angle he couldn't tell that she was forty-three, not that her age mattered to him. He thought she was a beautiful woman-mother and now, here she was sucking his cock as he had fantasized about so many times before.
Jeff's mother looked up and him and winked as she kept sucking his cock.
