The story of an incest family of mother and son ⇐ Incest

[Anonymous]

There are rumors that this forum doesn't like longreads. Perhaps this is due to the fact that people come here to jerk off and finish quickly. This series (like many other series for me), first of all, is not for the purpose of quickly cringing at it. Perhaps it will encourage someone to take the first step, and for others it will make it easier for them to accept sexual feelings for a family member. Such stories have a psychological value. The author of this series of posts is a mother who is in a full-fledged romantic and family relationship with her son. She leads an active social life, keeps in touch with readers and responds to messages. She initially posted short posts as the relationship progressed, but later wrote a coherent story. I will post her posts here in original order and without spoilers. ... Late February - early August 2020
It was the best of all times, it was the worst of all times; it was an age of wisdom, it was an age of stupidity... * ...it was an era of boredom, it was an era of sensual excitement. During the COVID lockdown, my son Ryan (20, not his real name) and I (about 40) were together 24/7. Looking back, we were two lonely and emotionally battered people, cut off from all our normal social contacts and events. In the end, I must admit that it was my choice to allow events to unfold as they did. Ryan admits this too, but since I'm a parent, it applies more to me. If someone had told me that this would happen at the end of 2019, I would have looked at him like he was crazy. As of this writing, Ryan lives at home and is a sophomore in college. My husband (his father) and I were in a car accident before Ryan started school. As a result of the accident, his father died, and I could no longer have children. (Note: I recently learned that this is not entirely true. I was told this during a very difficult time in my life, so I either misunderstood or was misled. Either way, with certain treatments, conception is possible). Luckily, my husband (who was 10 years older) left me with a very secure financial future if I didn't do anything stupid. Over the years, I dated some men and had a few relationships, but I never got married, cohabited, or had a serious relationship with anyone. By the way, I even dated a girl (rather not seriously) for about 6 months, but this so-called relationship ended when the lockdown began a year ago due to COVID. Ryan only saw her a few times and didn't know we had sex. So it was just me and him. He was always a very nice guy and we were always close. At the end of February 2020, Ryan broke up with his girlfriend Mia (not her real name). He found out that she cheated on him at a party and left her immediately. He didn't beg or cry in front of her or his friends. He just ended the relationship right then and there and blocked her on everything. I really admire him for that; many men his age and older wouldn't do that. But that doesn't mean he wasn't in pain. It was a Friday night and I was supposed to meet my girlfriend, but she canceled on me almost at the last minute. Ryan was hanging out with his girlfriend and friends when this ugly little secret came to light. He usually stayed out until one or two in the morning, but he walked through the front door a little after 10:30 p.m. This was unusual, so I checked it out. He was clearly upset and asked me to leave. After a while, he came to my bedroom in shorts and a T-shirt and told me what happened. I hugged him and he immediately broke down. All I could do was hug him and rock him a little, like I did when he was little. While I was comforting him, I needed to go to the bathroom, and when I returned, he was already asleep on my bed. I thought about trying to move him to his own bed, but decided not to. So I just covered him up and hugged him like I did when he was little. Only he is no longer small, and, to be honest, he is a very attractive young man. From that night and the lockdown, a series of events began that completely changed our lives. The next morning when I woke up, he was still there. I got up to take a shower and when I came out of the bathroom he was gone, but what amazed me was that he had made the bed. I went into the kitchen and found him preparing breakfast. We sat down at the table and talked about what happened between him and Mia. He also apologized for falling asleep in my bed. I said it was no problem and lightly added that his company was pleasant, which made us both laugh. A couple of weeks later the Covid lockdown started and then my girlfriend broke up with me. She said she didn't want to see me or anyone else because she was afraid of getting COVID. I have reason to believe that she used this more as an excuse to end our so-called relationship, which was quite one-sided and usually worked out in her favor. For the next few months, Ryan and I were together 24/7. I worked from home and he took classes online. We talked and joked with each other, trying to brighten up the dull situation. Gradually, we began to innocently flirt with each other: first of all, we complimented each other on any occasion. Eventually things changed, and this playful banter turned physical: we became more playful, tickling each other, and when the weather got warmer, we sometimes engaged in playful wrestling on the back lawn, but nothing that could be considered overtly sexual. It was all just fun, but the usual boundaries between parents and children began to crumble - there was a certain physical pleasure in it (Ryan admits this too). During the first three months after college closed, we spent our free time playing board games, riding bikes, hiking, and often going on daily runs together. Since gyms were closed, I bought a second-hand set of dumbbells so we could exercise and stay in shape, and we worked out together often. I usually dress modestly, but my workout clothes I wore at home were pretty revealing (small spandex shorts and a sweatshirt). We worked out a lot together and kept each other company. One day in mid-June it was warm outside and we had just filled our pool. I decided to lie outside and enjoy the midday warmth in the shade. Ryan came out to join me. I pulled a muscle while working out and my shoulder hurt. I complained about this and Ryan offered me a massage. I accepted his offer and said that I enjoyed it while he worked his way around my shoulders. He asked if I wanted a full back massage. I replied that yes, and that he could untie my bikini top. With my permission, he sat on me and gave me an absolutely wonderful back massage! To be honest, it turned me on a little. When he finished, he buttoned up my top and got off me. I couldn't help but notice that there was a bulge in his swim trunks, but I didn't comment or look at it. At my suggestion, we both jumped into the pool. The next weekend we hung out by the pool some more. He again offered to massage my back. When he finished with me, I also offered to return the favor and sat on him as he did. When I was done, I stood up from him, he flipped over and there was a very noticeable bulge in his trunks. This time I looked at her and couldn't help but smile slightly. Once again, to complete our little ritual, we jumped into the pool. Ryan's birthday was the first full week of July. He didn't want any special gifts, he just wanted to do something together. I also decided to take a week off from work, so we went to a mountain lake in a national park and spent the whole day there. The rest of the week we visited a few museums that were open and went out to eat a few times (restaurants were open to a limited number of outdoor customers). We both later agreed that it had a bit of a "date" feel to it and we definitely enjoyed teasing and innocently flirting with each other. In some ways, I saw it as just having fun with my attractive son in an otherwise dreary situation. Around this time, I noticed that my feelings for Ryan were changing, but I didn't think much of it. Around this time, I stopped wearing a bra when I was at home, especially on weekends. I don't have that big breasts (bottom of a size 2), so my reasoning was: it's just Ryan and me, and no one cares. I also started dressing in such a way that I would get compliments from Ryan. What I didn't realize later was that I was increasingly seeing Ryan as an attractive young man who was actually my son, rather than as a son who was actually attractive. Before we knew it, it was early August and Ryan was scheduled to resume classes in a few weeks. The sexual tension in the house became quite palpable and I have to admit that it was fun. One day after lunch with Ryan by our pool, I decided to take a shower and put on a sundress, loose, comfortable and quite flirty. This didn't escape Ryan's attention. On weekends we often played music during dinner. After dinner that Saturday, Ryan said he wanted to dance with me, and I let him take my hand and lead me into the living room. If we had everything hot, then this evening it was boiling with might and main. We danced to a few old songs, including "I Hate Myself For Loving You", "Jump" (just right for swing dancing!) and "Say You Love Me". I flirted not-so-innocently and began to press myself against him, enjoying the feel of his body as we danced. I distinctly remember us slow dancing to the song "Sleeping Angel". I knew that he was tense and seductively moved closer to him. I felt absolutely alive, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I looked into his eyes and at that moment I felt that I was dancing not with my son, but with a very attractive man. I moved in to kiss him and our lips touched and then we kissed again. Ryan wrapped his arms around my waist and ran his hands over my thighs as I pressed my body against his. His shirt was partially unbuttoned and I pressed myself against his chest and ran my hands over it. When the song ended, he invited us to sit down. He sat down on the sofa, and I sat down next to him and half-jokingly apologized for being so unceremonious. He just smiled, brushing off my remark, and said that I was a good kisser. This made me blush and giggle. We then had a long overdue heart to heart conversation. We sat facing each other and as the conversation progressed we started touching each other’s hands. He told me that he really enjoyed hanging out with me and that I was actually more fun than his previous two girlfriends. I was easy to talk to, more active and adventurous than he could have hoped for with them. He said that all he had to do was offer to do something, and I was ready. I told him that I really enjoyed being with him too, that he had kept me sane in recent months, and that if it weren't for him, I probably would have gone crazy. From this conversation it was clear that we were already deeply in love with each other. Then there was silence. He looked at me and said: “I hope you won’t be angry with me for saying this, but... I think you’re beautiful.” I... and I have... feelings for you. He was cautious and shy, but from his tone and behavior I realized that he was talking about more than just the love between mother and son. But it was cute! “I feel the same way,” I said.
—Really?
—Really.
—When did this happen?
—I think it started the night you broke up with his girlfriend, what's her name. I admired the way you handled it. And the next morning, I know I was frivolous, but I was pleased to sleep next to you. We both smiled and looked into each other's eyes.
I continued: “You know that Chaucer wrote: “Don’t be angry, sir, that I’m joking like that, I want to tell the truth in a joke” **. You should know what this means. Ryan thought for a second and replied: - Many true words were said as a joke. I smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Ryan paused for a moment and then asked: “Can I kiss you?” “Yes, I can,” I answered. It was our first passionate kiss, and I felt good. - What will we do next? “I asked quietly.
“I don’t know,” Ryan answered, “maybe we should go for a swim?” It wasn't the answer I was expecting, but it was very similar to Ryan's. I laughed out loud and replied: - Certainly. Why not? Taking my hand, he stood up and said: - Then let's go!
- You mean just take off your clothes and jump into the pool? He simply shrugged and grinned. - We have already slept together. I laughed again at his outrageous remark and said: - I can't believe I'm actually going to do this.
- What? Should I go for a swim at midnight?
“Hmm,” I answered. (Note: This was the same conversation we had been having all summer, only this time it had a sexual connotation). We grabbed towels and stepped out into the warm summer air. It was dark outside and we left the patio lights off so no one would see us. We both undressed and threw our clothes on the lounge chair by the pool. Ryan jumped into the water first, followed by me. We swam around each other, occasionally touching. Feeling brave, I playfully said: - I dare to kiss you. I was completely naked in the water and asked my son to kiss me. Ryan swam over to me, hugged me and kissed me deeply. I felt him underwater too, and he pulled away slightly when he touched my leg. - I know what you have there. “You shouldn’t be shy,” I said. Then he pressed his body against mine and we kissed. He definitely had a very hard one. I plucked up my courage and asked him if he wanted to cuddle with me in my bed that night. He said yes and a few minutes later we got out of the pool. We dried off, then wrapped ourselves in towels and grabbed our clothes. We barely made it to my bedroom when things quickly became very awkward. I firmly but gently told him that he could play with me, but he should not put his dick in me. Basically, what happened next was that I was doing it to him with my hands, and he was playing with my nipples and clitoris. It was all uncomfortable, awkward and not at all what I had imagined when we were in the pool. It wasn't particularly sexy or enjoyable. When we finished, Ryan hugged me and asked: “Are you okay?”
I sighed and answered: - Yes. And you?
— Yes. And after a pause he added: “You are absolutely beautiful, Mom.” And I'm serious.
—Thank you, honey. And you, of course, are beautiful. We kissed again and, hugging each other, fell asleep. We woke up only in the morning. End of the first part. Author: WomanWithDarkHair * The beginning of “A Tale of Two Cities” by Charles Dickens. Translated by E. Beketova. ** Quote from The Canterbury Tales by J. Chaucer (chapter “The Friar’s Tale”). Presented in a poetic translation by I. Kashkin and O. Rumer. Literal translation of the phrase: “Very often I have heard the truth spoken as a joke!”