The double helix intertwining of a family's fixations spirals out of control
The Risqué Writer's Rule
Some may decry the confections,
That are my tales for heads and hearts;
Yet despite their imperfections,
They also affect the lower parts;
Remember it's just erotica,
Never meant to be fine arts!
8==3~ [Have you read my thread?]
(Narrated with a slight Southern accent, think Reeba)
Listen, I know that everyone has their own turn-ons. Everybody is kinky in their own way; as individual as is their own DNA, and remember that's a double-helix, in other words, twice as twisted. So don't blame me, for what I find makes me go all damp in my panties, that's just the way I am.
How did I get that way? I guess it was a long time coming, you should pardon the pun. I explored with my brother, when we were kids. Everybody plays 'doctor' when they're children, right? Didn't you? Be honest! It's natural to be curious about sex, even at an early age. As I grew older, I still like to examine boys. The male body had an endless fascination for me.
When I got married, I had one to play with, as much as I wanted to. Until some other gal took to playing with it too. I never did like sharing. I hadn't worn it out after twenty years, but its novelty had worn off. So I let her have it, him I mean. We divorced. It was quite civilized, I got everything and he got her. I hope they are both happy, not!
But then I looked around for another one to play with. I liked the younger models. The older hairier and hoarier pricks were not as appetizing to me as the newer doodles. With the finer fuzz and smoother skin, they are (to my personal preference) more aesthetic. They also last longer in a tumescent condition. So, I went back to playing doctor; or rather I got to 'nurse' on some fresh new meat. Sweet!
It's not that I'm a girl that can't say no, just that I don't think that gets much fun done. But I do have morals, I have standards, I know right from wrong. But naughty is more fun, don't you think? Come on, be honest! The riskier, the friskier -- right. Forbidden fruit is sweeter, tangier, tastier. I guess that's why I'm a tart. My flavor, if you took a lick, is delicious; but sharp and potent, addictive even.
It's hard to be good, when it's so good to be bad. When he's good and hard, it's easy to be naughty. When I'm wet and horny, hot and ready, I just can't help myself. I tried to be strong, I wanted to be good, I knew better, honest. He was over eighteen, just. He was willing; in fact he seduced me, easily. I resisted, I struggled to do the proper thing, I was reluctant. But everybody has their turn-ons. Like DNA; for me it was Dana, my son -- my own DNA.
Now some of you will want him to make me pregnant, and some will want him to fuck me in the ass. Others want a three way, with a double penetration - or a little lesbian action. Then you have your foot-fetish fiends, and your friends of animals, and the golden shower gang, and the gang-bang bunch, and . . . well, you get the idea. Everybody has their way of getting bent, kinky cocks and coy cunts; when it cums to humping, there's a hundred different ways we humans have of getting off.
But this story is not for anybody else, or about what YOU want. It's what happened between Dana and myself. We did what we did, and that's it. Sorry if you don't get an orgasm reading about us. There is plenty of stuff on the Internet to satisfy every kind of kink. I don't judge, let she who is without sin cast the first ball to get her rocks off. Something like that. Anyway, this is how it happened.
I don't need to tell you that my boy, Dana, likes to look at girls, women, anything in skirts half-way pretty. I am talking naked of course, the female form; every private part we gals got. So between the two of us, we were sneaking peaks at each other ever we got the chance, trying to see what the other looked like nude. Especially since I gave the old man the boot. I didn't mind, but I was not going to give away a free show to my kid. I have some respect for my privacy . . . a little anyway.
On the other hand he was ever trying to display his physique. But I had to keep up the pretense I wasn't interested. You may ask why. I don't know, just seemed seemly. Like back in the Fifties, ladies didn't let bra straps show. So grandma told me, go figure! This peeking got to be a game. I was ahead, but not by much. Dana would walk out of the shower to his bedroom, without a stitch on, "OH! Sorry mom, I didn't think you were home!" Or walk in on me taking a bath, "OH! Sorry mom, I didn't know, I just wanted a clean towel."
I must say he was a beautiful hunk of manhood. I think he found me attractive too. Alright, I know it! We have good DNA, that way. Then there came the day when we stripped together in the laundry room. That was what really started the affair, the balling rolling if you will. But still, it took some time for the momentum to build. Then it was all downhill, going down, getting down, down and dirty -- you get the idea.
Now the laundry room is off the garage and leads to the kitchen, which has the back stairs to the bedrooms. I had just waxed the kitchen floor, so that was part of the circumstances. We were out grocery shopping together, Dana's helpful that way. Just as we got to the car, it came pouring down buckets. We got drenched trying to get the food in the SUV. The seats would dry, nothing to be done about that. But I was damned if my kitchen floor wax-job was going to be messed up.
When we got into the laundry room, I said to Dana, "Take off your wet clothes, and put them in the washer right now. Don't you go dripping on my kitchen floor, I just waxed it." I started to do likewise. Dana took me literally, and took everything off. Including his jockeys. Well, I figured -- what the fuck, he's seen me enough anyways, right? I was down to my bra and panties by then, so I shucked them too.
Trouble was, there was only one small clean towel in the room, to dry the both of us. But Dana reached it first, and said, "Let me dry you mom." I knew what that meant. He was going to be up close and personal; with his hands on my person, seeing a close-up of my body. And no doubt, he was going to expect the same service of me. It was his ideal touchy-feely situation. This evened the score on points, for 'peek-a-boo I see nudie you!'.
I don't have to tell you he had a royal woodie. Well, I was damp too, but not with rainwater 'tween my legs. He was so very thorough! Especially on my tits and tush, and he did cop a feel with a few fingers on my bush. Small towel, "Whoops! Sorry mom!" Then, I made sure that his staff was dry, except it kept leaking at the tip. His buns were another spot I made extra sure of. Finally, we were face to face, mano a mom-o; if you know what I mean, I think you do.
I dropped the towel, and any pretense I did know this was an erotic moment, between the two of us. One that was momentous, because it was the first time we were honest about our feelings, though we didn't say a word. Dana reached out and hugged me to him, then Frenched kiss me. I almost swooned, I swear! But next thing he lost his nerve, thank heavens -- or not, he turned and went to his room. I followed up the stairs, slowly, and wondering what was next. Because this thing was not ended. Not by a long shot, and we both knew it!
When he had held me, I could feel the light hair of his chest on my pointy nipples. I felt his hard-on press against my mons. His hands went around and clutched my bottom. His lips were firm; his tongue was knowing and confident. I liked his masculine smell. He was strong and yet caring; sensitive, yet dominate. I wanted him, he was lusting for me. We were male and female, like Adam and Eve; primal, primitive and wanting to monkey around. My mothering instincts were smothered by my mating urges. If he had not backed down, I would have backed up and let him take me.
I vowed that we must never come so close to the danger zone again. I have trouble keeping my promises to myself, when it comes to pleasurable activities. Temptation is something I tend to give into. I don't have a lot of control when it has to do with sex. I like it too much. Don't you? Be honest! Dana is the same way. Must be the DNA.
The next week, I did my dangdest to regain my lead in our game of 'one-oops-man-ship'. I walked in on him while he was showering, to hand him the soap. I had to make sure to steal the bar of Irish Spring, beforehand. At least I didn't have to pick the lock, though I was prepared. I slid back the door to the stall, and gave him the once over as I forked over the bar. His bare buns were to me when I stuck my head in; they were a sight for savin'. Tight and smooth, glistening twin cheeks that made my mouth water, and other places as well, don't cha know. Then he turned, and I smiled at his look of surprise.
"If you want to lather that lance, you'll need this!" I said. He took the soap, and before I had a chance to withdraw, he put it right to his hairy middle. I hesitated, and as the steamy atmosphere of the shower heated my face, I felt myself flush. But it wasn't the temperature of the water that was doing it. It was the lovely lever that rose in his hands. I stood still, with my hair catching the odd spray, as Dana washed his dick. He understood that I wanted him to display his manhood. He was more than willing to show off. When he started to jerk off, I decided that I ought to retreat, though that would have been a treat alright.
"Have some good clean fun!" I said as I close the stall door.
"Not with my dirty thoughts!" he retorted as I left the bathroom.
I guess with pulling those kinds of shenanigans, I deserved my comeuppance that he provided, three days later. "Mom!!" he shouted from his bedroom, "I gotta go to the Doc!"
I hurried from the kitchen. He's too old now, to be covered on my insurance from work. Neither does he get any with either of his part-time jobs. So doctor bills are not something I want to have to pay, unless needed. "Heaven's mercy, Dana, what's the trouble?" The door was closed, I knocked perfunctorily and entered.
"It's embarrassing, mom." He was sitting on the edge of his bed. As I came in, he pulled the covers over his legs. I could see that his pants and shorts were around his ankles.
"Land-sakes! Dana, I'm your mother. What is the problem?"
"It's my penis, it's green."
