OK. Yes, it is improbably. Yes, it is not realistic. This is fiction that came from my warped imagination. Yes, you most likely have read something similar. With thousands upon thousands of erotica stories that have been written on this and other sites, it is not improbable that there might be similar stories out there. There is sexual content in this story, so if that bothers you, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ON THIS SITE IN THE FIRST PLACE? I self-edit, and I have no desire to change that.
OK, since I have discovered that Captain Obvious needs to make an appearance here, since I have received comments making it clear that some people apparently do not read titles or understand what categories mean, disclaimers: This story contains incest between a mother and her sons. All characters are over the age of 18. This story contains BDSM. Do not ingest drain cleaner or battery acid. Running out onto a freeway with heavy traffic can cause injury or death.
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Teaching My Sons BDSM
Thanks to COVID, I was now working remotely. I'm and IT specialist for my company. That helped, since pretty much everything I needed to do could be done through a VPN connection with high-speed internet. I had made sure when I bought the house that it was the fastest and most reliable network available. I know my two boys appreciated that for their online gaming. Even though restrictions were being lifted, my company had found that having me work remotely actually helped. Thus, I was sitting on my couch that fateful day when everything changed.
Contrary to a lot of people, I actually thrived while working remotely. I no longer needed to wear 'office clothes' that I found restricting and uncomfortable. I preferred comfortable clothes like a nice oversized tee-shirt, or even a loose silk nighty. Even flannel pajamas or sweats if it was cold outside. I should probably admit that I was a bit casual on what I wore around the house. I've always been that way, so the boys grew up used to it. Even their friends got used to it when they came over. I always made sure the important parts were covered, but I did tend to expose a lot of leg and cleavage sometimes. Fuck, I showed a hell of a lot more in my bikini when I was in the pool or sunbathing. Sure, there were the occasional 'oops' moments when something would briefly flash that wasn't supposed to, but what kid has never accidentally seen something they weren't supposed to from their mom?
One other minor detail that led up to what happened. I tend to zone out on what's going on around me when I get deep into my work. I have a laser focus on what I am doing to the detriment of everything else. That has led to a few embarrassing events. I mean, when your kid needs to slam your laptop shut on your fingers to get you to understand that the house is filling with smoke and the smoke alarms are blaring because you forgot that the chicken you have in the oven was actually done half an hour ago and was now burning, well, you get the picture.
OK, my boys. There are two of them. They are 18-year-old twins. Jason and Justin. Like their father, they are 6'2" tall, weigh about 220- pounds, in great shape (they are both starting receivers for their high school football team and have scholarships to a local university), light blond hair with a reddish tint, and really good-looking kids. Also, strictly judging by the outline I've seen in their swim trunks when they have gotten out of the pool, they have also inherited another very good trait from their father.
So, you are probably wondering a bit about me. My name is Kathy Sinclair. I'm 36-years-old. Yes, I had my boys when I was 18-years old. Oddly enough, my boyfriend, who eventually became my husband, actually knocked me up when he took my virginity on my 18
th
birthday. More on that in a bit. I'm 5'6" tall, 36D tits, 26 waist, and 38 hips. I work out religiously to keep in shape. In fact, once COVID hit, I put in a workout room in the basement. I spend about two hours a day in there. About an hour of that is yoga and gymnastics. I was a gymnast in high school, and I also was on the team in college. I was pretty good in high school until my senior year. That's when these massive mammaries developed and threw my balance completely out of whack. Still, I did a walk-on in college and was good enough to be an alternate. Between the yoga and gymnastics, I'm still in great shape and very flexible.
Now, you may have noticed I haven't really talked about my husband very much. We began dating in our junior year of high school. I wasn't really allowed to date before that, but we were friendly anyway. After our first date, we were exclusive. I'm not gonna say love at first sight, but there was an obvious connection. We continued to date exclusively. He was the starting quarterback, and I was on the dance team. He was tall, handsome, and very muscular. Even though he had literally the entire cheerleading squad throwing themselves at him, he refused every one of them. Actually, I told him once that he should change positions to cornerback, because he was great at 'pass defense'.
He took me out to an upscale restaurant for dinner on my 18
th
birthday. My birthday was on a Friday, and my parents were having a big party for me on Saturday. After dinner, we went to a romantic cruise on the lake. He had turned 18 about two months earlier, and we had discussed and agreed to give our virginities to each other tonight. We both wanted it to be special, since this was a one-shot deal, and there would be no do-overs. It wasn't going to be in the back seat of a car. Sure, a blanket on the shore of the lake would be OK, but we decided on a real bed in a decent hotel room. He had saved up for it and got a room in the Holiday Inn. Not 5-star, but still pretty nice. We were obviously both nervous when we checked in and went to the room. The desk clerk seemed to know what was going on and gave us a smirk and a wink when he handed us out keycard.
Here's a hint for you girls out there; make sure that the guy that you lose your virginity to really cares about you. I found out several years later that Tom actually did research on this. He knew that I needed to be properly prepared for this, otherwise it would be a bad experience. He was more than willing to go down on me and lick me to a couple of orgasms first. He loved me enough that he decided that if I would put my mouth on his cock, he should be willing to put his tongue in my pussy. He was also intelligent enough to understand that his cock was bigger and thicker than most of the other guys in school, so he needed to be extra careful with me.
I had also done a bit of research. I knew that he would most likely be really worked up, and he wouldn't last very long the first time. I had read that it would be a bit painful at the start, but it would get better with time. Several of the articles I read suggested that I should get the first orgasm from him out of the way either by hand or mouth so he would last longer the second time. With that information, I researched on how to give blowjobs. I have to admit that I did practice with a carrot and a zucchini for a couple of weeks. Since I really believed that I was in love with him, the thought of not swallowing never even entered my mind.
Once we were in the room, Tom opened the bottle of champaign that he had procured from a friend. We nervously clinked glasses and sipped the drink as we talked about nothing. Eventually, our glasses were empty. Tom took our glasses and set them down on the table. He moved in and gave me a scorching kiss. Our hands were fumbling all over each other. Eventually, we broke apart and just looked at each other. This was the moment. Go or no go. I chose go.
"We should probably get naked." I said.
"That's probably kind of a requirement." Tom agreed.
Yeah, I know. You all are wanting to hear about how we seductively stripped each other as we never broke our kiss. Sorry to disappoint you but come on. We were 18-year-old virgins. We didn't really know what the fuck we were doing. We basically tore our own clothes off, then stood there staring at each other. I looked at his tall, muscular frame. When I saw the fucking telephone pole sticking out from his crotch, I wondered how the hell that thing was going to fit inside me. Oh sure, I could feel the wetness in my pussy, but that thing was fucking HUGE! (Just because I know you are going to ask, I measured it once a year later. 9-inches and 2-inches in diameter).
Well, I needed to get the first one out of the way. I dropped to my knees, took the massive pole in my hands, and wrapped my mouth around it. The practicing I did was pretty much useless. The carrots were nowhere near as thick as he was. The zucchinis were close. I was barely able to get the first three inches in. Still, I did the best I could. Maybe it was just that this was his first time. Maybe I was actually better than I thought. Either way, it was less than a minute before he exclaimed that he was cumming and I felt the first warm blast in my mouth. No, I wasn't able to swallow everything. Fuck sake, people. It was my first blowjob, I had no fucking clue how much there would be, and he obviously had a humongous load stored up. What do you expect? Do you think this is some sort of stroke fantasy? In answer to another question, yes, I loved the taste and vowed to learn to swallow every load he put in my mouth.
After a minute for Tom to recover, he picked me up and set me on the bed. I was expecting him to crawl up and stick it in me, but he surprised me. He dropped his hear between my legs and began lapping at my pussy. OK, he was more than just a bit inexperienced at it, but he still hit a few spots. He did actually find my clit, and he seemed to gain more and more technique as he went along. I sensed that he was learning what I liked as he concentrated more on those areas where I gave bigger reactions to. He ended up licking me to two orgasms before stopping.
I pulled him up to me. It was time. As we gazed into each other's eyes, he slowly pressed his cock into my virgin pussy. Yes, it hurt at first, be he went slowly, allowing me to stretch and accept him. I never felt that sudden sharp pain as my hymen broke. Most likely, the years of gymnastics took care of that. Slow and steady, he pressed into me. He would occasionally pull back, then press in again. It took several minutes, but he was finally fully embedded inside me. He held me and kissed me for a few more minutes until I fully adjusted to his size. He was patient. Eventually, he pulled back until he was just barely inside me, then pressed back in. He kept up this slow pace for a few more strokes. He increased his pace for a few more strokes. Then sped up again. He was constantly reading my face to ensure that I was not into much pain. As he increased his pace, the discomfort I was feeling changed. It became a pleasure that I had never felt before. Before long, he was really driving into me. I screamed as my first orgasm hit me. That just drove Tom to increase the pace. I actually felt his cock swell inside me. His first jet of semen triggered my second orgasm. I'm pretty sure that is the one that got me pregnant, but I can never know for sure. We made love three more times that night before finally passing out.
