The Man Who Had Incest

This story takes us to the end of the eighties. Then I worked for an erotic magazine. The editor asked me to do a short interview with a person who had an incest experience. Of course, it was not an order, but if possible, it would be good...

Eager to prove myself, I threw myself into the research. Although I had a wide circle of friends and of all kinds and classes, it was impossible to find anyone who would dare to talk about it. You can imagine how it used to be when there was no internet, forums, or chats...but freedom of expression was also at a lower level. Of course, incest happened in the past, but months passed and I still didn't have a story.

All this time, I did a lot of research on this topic. and I came to the conclusion that in a family where there is no mother, the father fucks the daughter, or where a widowed mother and an unmarried middle-aged son live alone, so weakness pushes his mom and of course, she has to hide it. Or the case when a brother and sister play a little.

But who would dare to talk about it? Therefore, I thought that perhaps a lady who had such an experience with her father in her young days could speak about it. I was on the right track. I already had an appointment with a lady but she changed her mind at the last minute and didn't want to talk about it despite my promises that everything would remain discreet.

One Friday night I was sitting in a cafe with my friend and after a few beers, I complained to him about the interview.

Bojan: "Ha ha, there was a Macedonian with me in the army who bragged about fucking his mother."

Me: -"Do you maybe have his number?"

Bojan: -"I don't know, but I may have because we all exchanged numbers from the platoon. I have a notebook full of numbers.

Me: -"Would you be willing to take a look?"

Bojan: -"No problem."

The next afternoon, I was watching the football reclining on the couch when the phone rang.

Bojan: -"Hey, it's Bojan."

Me: "Hey."

Bojan: -"I found the number from that guy."

Me: -"That's great. What do you think about giving me the number or maybe you call him and explain to him."

Bojan: -"It's not like I'm talking about anything with him, but I'll call him."

Me: -"My friend, I am grateful to you."

Bojan: -"Then see you tonight?"

Me: -"Of course"

In the evening we met at the same place.

Bojan: -"Everything is settled, he was so happy that I called him, that he agreed without even thinking about it."

Me: "Well, congratulations."

Bojan: -"Here's his number, so I just let him know the day before to arrange to meet."

We drank quite a bit that night, which is nothing new. But this time I had a reason. On that Monday, I immediately went to tell the editor and instead of his enthusiasm, I got the answer:

"Well, where exactly in Macedonia, couldn't you find something closer?" Do you know how much it costs to travel?"

Me: -"Just a train and some cheap hotel."

He answered me: -"What hotel? You can sleep on the train!"

I was disappointed. I just answered briefly: -

"Ok, it doesn't matter to me. This was not my idea, but yours."

But the next day I was on the train to Skopje, where of course it was impossible to sleep, but they even managed to find me a room there. Of course, I wasn't expecting a four or five-star hotel, so I wasn't surprised when looking for the address, I came to a restaurant that was renting out a few beds upstairs. Probably designed for those who overeat and get drunk so they can't go home.

It was agreed that Trajče would pick me up after work. After 3 p.m., I went down to the restaurant and waited at the bar. As soon as a man in his late twenties appeared at the door, wearing jeans and a tracksuit, I knew it was Trajče. He was a tall, well-built guy with dark hair and a big moustache. I thought we would talk either in the restaurant or in the room, but Trajče suggested that we go outside, sit on the bench, drink beer and watch River Vardar while we talk.

I bought 4 bottles of local beer and we sat on the bench. First, I explained to him that our conversation would be completely discreet and I turned on the recorder. It was the first time I used a dictaphone if that's what you can call the box into which the cassette was pushed.

Trajče was not very eloquent and his knowledge of the Serbo-Croatian language was not very good either, so our conversation was reduced to my long questions and his short answers. I asked him hundreds of questions, down to the smallest detail, so that two tapes were filled with material for a story. After the conversation, we went for a few more beers and the next day I returned to Zagreb.

I completed a story and gave it to the editor. Of course, there was no place to publish it in its entirety, so he shortened it and extracted only the most important parts. He changed the names and places, moved the action to Slovenia and the story was published on half a page. Since I keep all the old issues, re-reading the story, I can almost remember every detail of the conversation with Trajče, and that's how this re-issue of a story from the past comes about.

In the south of, now called, North Macedonia, on the very border with Greece, lived the Trajkovski family. At the time the village had about 500 inhabitants, but most of them lived in houses scattered around the centre of the village for kilometres. In the village, there was a shop, an inn, school of the first four grades, a small clinic and a community centre. The bus ran several times a day. Apart from local people, only soldiers from the nearby guardhouse could be found in the village.

The Trajkovski family lived 4 kilometres away from the village. Typical mountain village life characterized this family. The head of the family, Goce Trajkovski, worked as a woodcutter in the local forestry. Considering their way of life, his income was enough for the family to live normally. Having completed 4 grades of elementary school, Goce did not want a different life anyway.

Elena Trajkovska was also a typical villager. A very hard-working woman who originates from Greece, from the vicinity of Thessaloniki, whose family fled to the north a long time ago because, like the Aegean Macedonians, they did not want to be assimilated into the Greeks, so they preferred to become Yugoslav Macedonians.

Despite living in an isolated place, Goce and Elena were very social. Goce was regularly in the village, they visited friends and relatives and regularly came to local parties and various events.

Little Trajče finished elementary school in a village 10 kilometres away, and then his father Goce decided that it was better to place him in Skopje in a student dormitory where he enrolled in a secondary construction school for a mason rather than to travel daily by buses that would often cancel lines to their village during the winter months.

The reason that Trajče was an only child, he could not tell me exactly. We only know that Elena once had a spontaneous abortion and was in the hospital for a long time. After that, she could no longer conceive.

The first year in Skopje was not easy for Trajče. Apart from adjusting to city life, he will never forget when he received a telegram to return home because his father was injured at work. Goce was pinned by a tree and there was no escape.

Like it or not, Trajče had to become a man before his time. Normally, he would only come home for holidays, but now he also came home on weekends because Elena had too much work to do. Over time, he liked the city life and went home only when he had to. The hardest thing for him was to spend the summer holidays at home, but then there was the most work in the countryside.

Trajče tried the pussy in the last grade of high school. He was eighteen. It was a girl also from the student dormitory a year older than him. Probably everyone from that dormitory had their first experience with that girl. Except for those who didn't ask her. By the end of his schooling, Trajče had sex a few more times, but he was not in a relationship with a girl.

As soon as he passed his high school graduation, he already knew which companies he should apply to for a job, and everywhere they told him that he could immediately start working seasonally and that after he finished the army, he would be hired permanently. It didn't suit him because there was a lot of work at home in the summer and he wanted to rest while he was waiting to be called up for the army.

In the summer, it is very hot there, and Trajče and his mother Elena spent the whole day working. Mowing hay, feeding livestock, cutting wood, repairs, hoeing... they did it all together.

Trajče was in shorts. His dark-skinned body is not bothered by the sun, and Elena is always in rubber boots, that classic country black skirt and a long black T-shirt. Since the death of her husband, she has been wearing black all the time.

Trajče: -"Woman, how can you be dressed like this in this heat, your body is boiling. Put on a short t-shirt so your skin can see some fucking sun."

Elena: "Come on, what would people say?"

Trajče: -"People? There are no people within 5 kilometres."

Elena was traditional and conservative and nothing could be done. She was 42 years old, but if a man saw her dressed like this and with such a conservative mindset, he would say she was 60. However, inside such clothes, there was something completely different. Elena lived a healthy life, ate healthy, worked a lot and slept a lot. She did not read newspapers or watch television. She was not interested in the outside world.

Since her husband's death she rarely goes anywhere. Only the closest relatives visit her. She would sleep from early in the evening until 6 in the morning every day with a mandatory afternoon break of an hour. So her body was preserved, however, it was hard to even notice her legs and big butt when she was dressed in a wide traditional skirt with black rubber boots on her feet. Her long black hair doesn't seem to exist when she always has a scarf tied around her head. She hadn't been in short sleeves for years, so you couldn't even guess that she was very well-built and voluptuous.

While Trajče's half-naked, developed body was completely sweaty and reflected the scorching rays of the sun. Elena kept all the heat inside her under her dark clothes. Even her skirt was wet.

His brain first registered his mother as a woman when they took a short break one afternoon, which Elena used to dig the weeds around the fruit tree while digging with her ass turned towards him. Since she was all wet, the stiff skirt relaxed a little and clung to her body, so Trajče stared at her butt, because he had never seen her like that, nor had he ever thought he was looking at his mother's butt. However, nothing sexual happened in his mind then.

The first situation that aroused some kind of thoughts that reflect on sex in such a young guy, was when one early morning while the grass was still wet they decided to take a shortcut to their part of the forest and had to go up ten meters of steep ascent. Elena was walking in front and when she almost reached the top, she slipped and gravity did its thing. So Elena slipped ten meters back. Friction stopped her country skirt but her body slid down so her skirt remained in the stomach area and her legs were bare while her bottom was covered by vintage women's panties.

Even though it was about his mom, Trajče became excited seeing that scene. It's not that he turned on his mom in a way that he fantasized about having sex with her or anything, he just got turned on in general.

Since then, every day he thought more and more about her. He thought about these girls from Skopje, he imagined them. All day while he and mom were working, he was only thinking about fucking, and in the evening, when he went to bed, he would jerk off his dick in an old sock hidden under the bed.

Trajče would get even more turned on every time they were working in the field or the forest when Elena would go thirty meters away and go pee behind a tree. Then it became a habit for him to jerk off whenever he had a chance to be alone, and he had pictures in his pocket of naked girls.

One morning Trajče surprisingly woke up before Elena. He made coffee and lit a cigarette. Elena woke up and it didn't cross her mind that Trajče was already awake, so she ran to the toilet, dressed only in those old panties. She didn't notice that her son was sitting in the kitchen, but that's why he noticed her in those less than three seconds that his mom had a perfect cunt.

He immediately went to the room and looked at naked women in pictures and jerked off. From that moment on, he started imagining his mom in a way that he shouldn't. Days passed and he used every moment to find something on her that would turn him on and then jerked off imagining her.

The summer work at home was coming to an end and Trajče became more and more nervous. The draft for the army still not come and he was already bored of being at home for so long. He would go to the village regularly, he had friends, but there weren't many girls in the village. Even so, Trajče fell in love with a pussy during his stay in Skopje.

It was August 24, 1986. An extremely hot day. The sun was beating under the clouds and Trajče and his mother went to the forest to pick up the branches that remained from the felling. They reached the climb where Elena had slipped about a month ago and unknowingly let her son know that she had good legs and showed him her panties. This time he walked a step ahead of her and when he reached the top, he grabbed onto the branch of a nearby tree with one hand and extended his other hand to his mother. But Trajče overestimated both the strength of the branch and its stability.

The branch broke and they both fell and rolled to the bottom. Elena's skirt ended above the waist again and that was enough incentive for Trajče to jump his mother. He lay down on her with all his weight.

She dodged and said to him: "Come on, what are you doing!"

However, Trajče made up his mind and there was no going back. Although she resisted, he was strong and easily overpowered her. He managed to hold both of her hands with one hand and tried to take off her panties. It wasn't easy because she kept slipping away, until finally he tore them off and Elena was left with her naked hairy pussy under him.

"Don't, let me go, someone will see." - Elena tried to dissuade him from his idea, but she failed. Trajče felt his mother's pussy with his fingers and then immediately thrust his cock into her roughly. Elena moaned loudly: -"Aaaah.".

How could he not when after so much time without sex he rams his dick in such a rough way. For a few seconds, he kept it fully stuffed inside her like that, and then took it out a little, then stuffed it all the way again. His mom moaned loudly. He held it in her like that again for a few seconds, and then he took it out. He thrust it hard again to the end, and she moaned again.

She said "Aah."

When he repeated it one more time he felt her cunt getting hotter and wetter. Elena spread her legs and Trajče started to fuck her. His mother was panting and moaning and he was just fucking her mercilessly. On several occasions, he wanted to cum but fucking his mom was so good that he didn't want to finish. so he would just stop for a moment and then start again.

Trajče fucked her like that for about 10-15 minutes, which is excellent for a young guy. He wanted more but the sounds that Elena started making turned him on so much that he had to cum. Then he started fucking her with all his might and filling his mom's pussy with sperm.

He stayed inside her until they both calmed down and then he lay down on his back next to her. Neither she nor he said anything. There was complete silence in the forest, except for the song of some birds and the sounds of a chainsaw from a distance could be heard. The heat and the sex made them both wet. The grass was sticking to their wet bodies and only the attacks of various insects on their body made them stand up.

Trajče pulled on his pants and Elena took the torn panties in her hand and realized that she wouldn't be able to wear them, so she threw them away. Trajče was afraid of her reaction, but she acted as if nothing had happened. As if they just drank coffee and didn't fuck each other.

The rest of the day passed normally like the following days. Trajče expected her to say something about that, but she didn't. He no longer dared to repeat the same until he heard at least something from her. Her ignoring this case put him in a position where the next attempt could be all or nothing. Trajče was not a gambler after all. Still, he thought about fucking her one more time, but he was prevented from doing so by a telegram that was the much-desired invitation to the army.

Trajče got a job after the army and lived in Skopje. He would visit his mom whenever possible. There was never any more fucking, nor was the incident ever mentioned. It was as if it never happened.

More than anything, I wish I had the chance to talk to Elena and hear her version of all this.