A tale of incest and sexual obsession
Chapter 1: Bathing Rituals
As far back as his teens, he had lusted for her - her mature, full body; generous wide hips; mane of shiny raven hair and bright, smiling blue eyes. At 5' 7", her voluptuous, Rubenesque physique appeared well balanced, despite the 36D breasts and the large, rounded buttocks. The 40-year sag in her breasts made them seem heavier and more succulent than when she was younger.
Jeremy couldn't recall exactly when he first got the warm, fuzzy feeling that radiated from his loins to his stomach all the way up his body to make his boy nipples tingly. But he knew that it happened whenever she knelt in front of him to tie his shoelaces and the top of her loose dress fell open revealing the freckled, white bulges of her ample breasts that threatened to spill out of the white bra - his sexy, desirable mother.
At eighteen, the soldier was not little any more. Jeremy noted with pride that his penis was very thick and hung over 9" long. And, when he massaged it, the organ grew at least another inch or so. It was probably just a few inches shorter than his father's penis which Jeremy had accidentally caught sight of when he saw him pissing. But its girth was far more formidable. What made it truly unique was the disproportionately large head which, when inflamed, looked like a purple-topped, bludgeon -- a weapon that would surely drive any woman wild. And it was Jane Blake's plan to make sure that the only woman whom her son drove wild would be his mother.
Whenever Jane went in for her shower, she would leave the bathroom door partially open because she knew that Jeremy would be spying on her. The boy would peep through the crack hoping to catch a glimpse of his mother's naked body but the steam from the hot shower obstructed his view and he had to settle for the silhouette of her body against the curtain. He loved the way the round globes of her breasts swayed as she moved -- the two erect nipple knobs that rose stiffly from them especially fascinated him. The boy also never tired of looking at the rolling, rounded curves of her inviting buttocks.
Jeremy enjoyed her smells. He waited eagerly as she threw out her dirty clothes from behind the curtain -- looking for those pieces that were still warm from touching the most private parts of her body.
He tried to imagine where her nipples might be resting in the cups of her white cotton bra and where her pussy lips would be rubbing against her panty crotch.
This became a daily ritual for mother and son. While his mother bathed, Jeremy would smell and lick her intimate garments. He would bite and suck on the inside of her bra cups imagining that he was nibbling his mother's tits.
It would always end with Jeremy sucking the crotch of his mother's soiled panties which always yielded unexpected rewards like yellow stains, a pissy smell and, if he was extra lucky, some stray curly wisps of dark hair which he would very carefully secrete in a white tissue box in his bedside drawer. He had built up quite a collection of his mother's dark curly pubic hair strands of varying lengths that he would gingerly fish out and lick with his tongue before going to bed.
Jeremy's explorations heightened the fuzzy, warm feelings in his loins. The better he felt, the more painful his erection became. But he didn't know what to do next. The sad fact was that despite the growing permissiveness of the swinging 60's and even though he was eighteen when children his age knew all about sex, the boy was a genuine innocent.
What Jeremy would have been shocked to learn was that just as he enjoyed spying on her, his mother also spied on him and reveled in his spirit of adventure.
Jane Blake enjoyed watching her son play with her underwear and often peeped into his bed-room as he aroused himself with his collection of her intimate hairs. She smiled a 'mom--knows-best' smile that her son was making speedy progress along the path of sexual exploration that she was paving for him.
She knew that Jeremy enjoyed his exploits during her bath-time and she wanted her son to have access to as many special pleasures from his mother as she could give him -- pleasures that no other child should expect to get from his mother. She knew that these were just preliminary pursuits and that her son was getting ready to move on to the next level -- learning about self-gratification techniques such as self-titillation and masturbation.
She had already planned how and when she would teach him.
Chapter 2: Down the Milky Way!
Right from the start, Jane had made up her mind that she did not want her son's sex education to come out of text books or cheap porn movies. She had decided to take charge of it herself. She knew the power that sexual prowess and a large instrument wielded in a young man's life -- and wanted Jeremy to be generously endowed. She herself possessed an abnormally large clitoris and shuddered with pleasure at the joys it brought her. She had given Jeremy generous doses of various herbs and medications that were supposed to promote penis enlargement -- and she was overjoyed with the results.
Jane had breast fed Jeremy -- and would have continued way beyond the normal breast feeding age if her breast-milk had not dried up and Joseph had not kept complaining about how much she was spoiling the boy.
Her desire to breast feed was based partly on medical research about the advantages of breast milk, but it was mainly because she enjoyed the experience. She loved the way Jeremy's greedy lips clamped tightly onto her large rubbery, brown nipples and would not stop sucking until the milk was finished. Her nipples had always been very sensitive, their ½" tips growing stiffer and more erect with arousal. Their fullness with milk made them even more swollen and delicate. As her son's sucking drew milk from her breasts, it triggered waves of pleasure in her body; diffusing through the engorged nipples into the depths of her humid womanhood -- leaving her wet, weak and pleasured.
Some of Jane's friends also confessed to sharing similar feelings and mentioned that long durations of breast-feeding strengthened the bonds between mother & child and also built up the child's libido.
Joseph noted that whenever his wife got up after feeding their child, she left stains on the seat of the chair and also on the back of her dress. He wondered about that and promised himself to ask her about it.
The Blake family's lunch and dinner routine at the meal table would start with Jeremy's milk time when he would sit on his mother's lap, his face buried in her bosom. And Jane, who would be wearing her lightest, front-open shirt, would unbutton it all the way down baring her bosom, revealing the large brown-orbed jugs that were engorged with nutrition, swaying as she bent forward to give them to her son.
Jeremy would firmly clutch at one breast with both hands, burrow his face into the tit, open his mouth wide and begin his noisy sucking. When he was finished with one, he quickly turned to the other. So strong was the child's hunger that at times, he would not wait for Jane to unbutton but fasten his lips on her nipples which stood out dark and prominent through the gauzy cloth. The front of her shirt often became wet and transparent with the flowing milk so that to an onlooker it would appear that Jane was sitting topless at the dining table. She would continue to munch on her food as Jeremy suckled her milk.
Joseph would watch sullenly as his son devoured his wife's tits. He too wanted to suck the milk from her full jugs but Jane had been very firm -- her milk was exclusively for their son. And Joseph could have it only when the baby had finished.
When Jeremy had had his fill of his mother's milk, he would turn to the table and Jane would spoon-feed him the baby food. Joseph noticed that even after their son had had finished drinking his milk, Jane would keep her shirt open because Jeremy liked to play with his mother's soft, fleshy breasts - squeezing them and tugging at the elongated nipples. Occasionally, Joseph would also lean across and play with Jane's dangling breasts as they ate.
At breakfast, Jane would take out one large breast and position it over a bowl. And then, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, proceed to squeeze the swollen tit - spraying milk into the bowl. She would repeat the same with her other breast until the bowl was full; then add some baby cereal and Jeremy's breakfast was ready. Sometimes, when she was feeling extra generous, she would squeeze some breast-milk into another bowl for her husband -- who would gulp down the sweet liquid with relish
"Tell me, love. Do you enjoy breast-feeding Jeremy?" Joseph asked his wife.
"You know I do."
"I mean sexually. Do you get sexually aroused when our son sucks your nipples?" He pointed to the stains on her skirt.
Jane knew that she could not lie to her husband -- her body had given her away.
"Yes. It excites me sexually to feel his lips sucking my nipples. Sometimes he bites me so hard, he draws blood. I like that even more -- although it is painful at the time. I don't even have to touch myself -- I am so wet and hot that I just squeeze my pussy between my thighs and I come."
"It's like a dam bursts down there -- I 'm so wet, I can't control myself."
Her story of arousal with breast feeding had strangely excited them both. Joseph took the child from his wife's arms and put him down on his baby bouncer.
"Show me, Jane. I want to see how wet our son's tit-sucking has made you!"
Jane pushed the chair to the side and stood up, her back to the table. She peeled off her shirt, now fully exposing the heavy, large-orbed breasts. Her body was starkly white, much like alabaster marble -- this made the dollops of her deep brown nipples stand out even more. She raised her arms to give him a view of the dark tufts of her underarm hair. Joseph liked his wife as nature had made her -- forbidding her from shaving neither her underarm nor pubic hair; nor did he allow her to sun-tan her milky white body.
She unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. She was not wearing panties; her pubic thatch was dark and thick. Her large jugs swung forward as she bent down to pick up the skirt and toss it to her husband.
Joseph caught the garment and put it to his face -- inhaling her intimate scent. He quickly went to the wet spots and licked them with his tongue -- savoring her taste; all the time gazing hungrily into her lust-filled amber eyes.
"Mmm...you taste delicious, honey!"
Jane knew what was coming next as her husband began moving to her side of the table.
Joseph Blake was a big man of 6' 2", weighing almost 300 lbs. His unkempt and tousled head, scraggly beard and tangles of body hair gave him the appearance of a lumbering grizzly bear -- hence his nickname 'Grizz'. He held his wife's skirt against his mouth, licking and sucking at it lovingly, slowly going around the table till he stood facing her.
Jane backed up until she felt the edge of the table cutting into the soft flesh of her buttocks.
