This story is more of a goof that is erotic, and does have incest, and anal in it. If that is a turn-off stop reading right now.
I am not big on editing nor having perfect grammar or/and writing. So if you are part of the grammar police, stop reading right now for I honestly don't give a damn. Take it for what it is, and it will be enjoyable. If you want perfect writing go buy a book.
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"Vaginal fluid for acne??? I have to read this". Ana the mother of Johnny was doing her typical routine, lying in bed in her birthday suit, reading her latest Cosmopolitan magazine. Typical article about clothing, men, sex, and so on but this one was a first.
It was an article about the use of vaginal fluids to remove acne. While the idea seems preposterous her son Johnny was in serious need of any possible solution. With multiple visits to several dermatologists nothing seemed to work. In fact, we even tried the old country method of raw milk straight from the cow onto his face: no dice. While that had worked for his sister when she was going through this stage in life, she was also younger.
With Johnny at 18, finished High School and no desire to go to college partly because of cost but the other part is due to his acne, Anna was in desperate need for a solution, so was her son.
It's truly a sad situation he is in; Johnny aside from the acne is a very attractive young man. I am not just saying this due to my love for him as my son, but as a woman that hasn't had much sexual release lately. I am guilty of fantasies as many others are that go past the acceptable in society, but what they don't know can't hurt them let alone me.
I can't tell you how many times I have woken up in the middle of the night recollecting dreams of having my son grope me from behind as I am doing the dishes, bending me over, pulling down my Yoga pants and fucking me in the rear.
I have discovered anal with my late husband and if done right, especially in the beginning it's quite enjoyable. In fact, I have known to squirt when getting a good pounding from my backside. The amount of times I had to change and clean the sheets after soaking them after a night of a good fucking in my bunghole.
But those days are long gone. With his father leaving the country and then a few years later passing away, I lost all interest in men. Correction, not that I lost interest in men, but just the BS that comes with it. However, with the store in Orange CT I have my endless choices of suitable replacements for cock; while you can't really replace a good cock at least these take the edge off. In fact, my recent purchase of a 8-inch dildo with a suction cup at the end and having a stand-up shower makes doing anal in the doggy position that much easier and of course my showers that much more frequent.
But going back to Johnny and what intrigues me is that he is fit, very fit. He never was much into toys, but instead always wanted the latest Muscle Fitness magazine. With us clearing out the second toolshed for Johnny, and installing anti-fatigue mats for flooring, a power rack, Olympic Rings, and jump rope plus his consistent routines 3 to 5 days a week he developed a Greek like body. With no interest in a gym but instead doing what intrigues him at home, it really shows.
However, I do recall going through those magazines years ago and as he grown how some of the pages got sticky; ironically it was always on the pages of articles of woman showing off their bodies. A healthy boy in many ways you can say.
However, with us living in Connecticut I doubt such practices are done these days: incest. Yes, I dream...a lot about incest but I can't really partake in it. Let's be honest, a fantasy is one thing, but when you actually do it, who's to say what the repercussions would be.
So I keep this fantasies at bay with frequent visits to Literotica and Hornbunny. My two vices in life that keep me from acting out. The mind is very powerful, and using those two tools plus my toys, let's say the orgasms have been a good substitute to the real thing.
With what the article is about, it's a tough pill to swallow to believe this is true. Then again, I learned through the years anything is possible and at times we yet to scratch the surface on many things that today's scientists discover.
As I continue to read the article goes into the use of vaginal fluids as a means of cleansing the skin and opening up the pours in a more natural method. Just when you think that part is strange it gets weirder; they further go into how the vaginal fluids have a higher success rate under 2 conditions:
1. The fluids being applied straight from the source right to the infected area. Meaning, they do not transport the fluids from a container but instead explain how the person literally rubbed/smeared their face back and forth as well as up and down on the vagina providing the fluids.
2. How the owner of the vagina and the persons with the acne issue were related.
Further explaining when they saw high success rates of those getting vaginal fluids from a related party that they changed the focus to the study more in that direction. While this would be considered incestual, due to the medical results that could not be argued due to having over a 100 volunteers from Texas, Florida, Kansas and other areas of people that live in the country (no surprise there), that the results were amazing. In fact, to this day they can't explain why the results are at a 100% success rate when applied directly from the source by a person of blood relation.
Oh it gets better, their studies and results found one true consistency. While cousins, soft relations such as an aunt or cousin work as well as siblings, it's quicker and more effective when the fluids are provided by the mother. In fact, their results consistently prove that while relation is key, it's the mother that has the quicker and faster results.
In short, as long as the person has blood relation, for almost a guaranteed result if the provider is mommy, well let's just say the person is clear of acne issue faster and better.
Now reading this I couldn't help but think it bordered on the line of ridiculousness, however it still was quite intriguing and yes a turned me on as well. Taking those two factors I went into research mode and surf the web for hours. What I found is this actually a true study.
Now there are those for obvious reasons that have issues with the study itself and results, but admit if the results are indeed accurate this might change the world's views on incest all together. For quite frankly once you open Pandora's Box, it would be quite hard for those parties involved to close it. In short, once a boy gets the opportunity as well as the taste of his mother's juices, what is to stop them for doing it for pleasure rather than a medical benefit?
Turns out there are already religious groups protesting and writing letters as well as parents groups. However, the study does continue to this day, and the medical industry due to the overwhelming evidence of success were finally forced to share the results to the public.
Granted it's not something a doctor can prescribe, but if the information is made known in a public sense, the parties interested do have their own free will to act and do what they find agreeable.
Days later I pondered my finding, and what this could mean for Johnny if this works. But the big problem, how do you propose this. "Hey Johnny, would you object to rubbing your face against my box?" Yeah, that would go over well. Let's be honest, while I am familiar with fantasies especially what boys go through while in puberty, he is now 18 and long past that stage: acne aside.
No, I must not suggest anything to him, but let him read about it on his own. However, I can't rely on luck either. However, I do know he has a tendency to take long periods in the bathroom and I am sure some of it has to do with being a man and liking to read the magazines I leave in the bathroom.
That's it, I will just leave the magazine article in the bathroom opened to that page for him to read. The rest will be up to him if he wants to discuss it with me. But I have another idea.
Doing as I decided, I left the magazine in the bathroom, opened to the article with a handwritten note: "Johnny, what is in here I am willing to discuss if you like. Mommy"
About a week later, with Johnny acting weird around me I finally hear a knock on my bedroom door.
"Come in."
"Hi Mom, can we talk?"
"Sure honey, come sit next to mommy."
