A collection of various sex stories. 


Volume 1 - The Frivolous Skirt Chasing Pervert 

Volume 2 - The Harem King of a Female Dormitory 

Volume 3 - Stranded

Volume 4 - NTR Lover - I'll Steal All Women


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Sorry sa mga words ko dito... Sa lahat ng mga nakakakilala sakin na makakabasa nito, well I'm sorry.... I'm an Author at wala pa akong karanasan sa mga ganito. Naisipan ko lang na gumawa nito, dahil na-inspire ako sa mga story na may sex na kasama. 

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Yes Or No?! True Or False?!...
Dapat alam mo ang sagot, Dahil pag hindi...

YOU ARE.... MY.... SEXLUSYON

All my games is always new, it's like an surprise for me and those people who under my power, SEXLUSYON.

Ako lang ang maaring makapag paalis sayo sa GAME na ginawa ko. Dahil kapag hindi ko gusto ang sagot mo, I will Kill You! 

And that's FINAL!

That's what I want..... Always my want!

Hi guys I am back after a long break. I am very sorry that I had to stop, but you can not control everything in your life. Some shit happened due to which I was not able to continue with my old stories and now I am not in the mood to continue.
So I started a new one and this time its an original. Its name is Thorny Rose Pirates. The story is about an OP guy to become the strongest pirate in the world. The story is xianxia with pirate elements. This is an erotic story, so be ready to read many raunchy sex scenes, This is my first time writing sex scenes so in the beginning, they will be a bit rough but slowly I will improve. 
The story is dark so weak-hearted ones, you are advised to not read the story. The release schedule is not fixed, I will post a chapter whenever I have free time.
Reviews, comments, constructive criticisms, etc are all welcome. I don't want to drop it halfway like my previous works so please give me motivation with power stones and your comments and reviews so that I can know that at least someone is reading my book.
Thanks

One Piece belongs to Oda Sensei.
This is only a fanfic. 
An otaku hit by the legendary truck-kun and got reincarnated in One Piece by a god as Luffy.
Follow him on his grand adventure in which he will make both friends and enemies and stand at the top the world.

Despite having one husband and two boyfriends over the years, Dolly Oesterreich continued to keep her secret lover hidden in her attic.
 Los Angeles Public LibraryDolly Oesterreich seated with her team of lawyers.
The 1920s murder and love-triangle that involved Dolly Oesterreich is strange and sordid even by today's standards.
 
Walburga 'Dolly' Oesterreich was a housewife in her early thirties, married to the owner of a Milwaukee apron factory. Fred Oesterreich was successful and worked long hours. But, Dolly had needs, and Fred was either too busy or too drunk to meet them.
 Los Angeles Public LibraryFred and Dolly Oesterreich
One warm autumn day in 1913, Dolly found that her sewing machine wasn't working. She called Fred to vent her frustration, and he promised to send over a repairman. The young man that showed up to fix it was 17-year-old Otto Sanhuber.
 
 
Dolly must have figured that Fred would send Otto over because she knew the teenager worked for Fred at the factory. When Otto arrived he was met by the alluring Dolly, wearing only a robe and stockings. Thus began a bizarre affair that would last a decade.
At first, Dolly and Otto conducted their relationship in the usual secretive manner; meeting in hotels to continue their sexual relationship. After a while, meeting outside the home became burdensome, and the two began having sex in the Oesterreich's bed. Soon, though, nosy neighbors began asking about the man who'd been hanging around. Dolly told them he was her "vagabond half-brother."
After realizing they were drawing attention to themselves, Dolly decided that Otto should take up residence in the attic of the Oesterreich home. That way, he'd never be spotted coming or going. Otto quit his job at the factory, and having virtually no family, began to spend all his time (not spent with Dolly) in his hideaway within the house.
 
 Los Angeles Public LibraryOtto Sanhuber, the man who lived in Dolly Oesterreich's attic for years.
But this new arrangement meant that Otto couldn't ever leave the attic, or prying eyes would notice. He remained sequestered there and worked on writing pulp fiction stories that he'd hoped to have published. The Los Angeles Times reported, "At night, he read mysteries by candlelight and wrote stories of adventure and lust. By day he made love to Dolly Oesterreich, helped her keep house and made bathtub gin."
For five years, Dolly and Otto carried on this odd relationship, with Otto living in the cramped attic. So when Fred informed Dolly in 1918 that he thought they should sell the house and move to Los Angeles, things could have gotten complicated.
 
Instead, Dolly found a house overlooking Sunset Boulevard with an attic and sent Otto there early, so he'd be waiting for her when she arrived.
 The hidden attic in Dolly Oesterreich's house where Sanhuber stayed out of sight.
And life continued on, in the exact same way it had been for four more years until August 22, 1922, when Otto overheard Dolly and Fred fighting from his attic abode. He burst into the room where the Oesterreichs were quarreling. He was brandishing two pistols. Fred recognized Otto from the factory and became exceedingly angry. The two men struggled, and the guns went off.
 
Fred was shot, and Otto and Dolly panicked. Otto locked Dolly in a closet from the outside, taking the key and the guns with him to the attic. He knew neighbors would report the gunshots, and this way, Dolly would have an alibi: she couldn't have shot her husband while locked away.
When the police arrived, Dolly indeed told them of a burglary where the robber shot Fred, took some expensive belongings, and then locked her in a closet before fleeing. The police were somewhat wary of the story, but couldn't prove that it wasn't true, so they released her.
 WikipediaWalburga "Dolly" Oesterreich, circa 1930.
 
Now that Dolly Oesterreich was a widow, she moved into a new house and continued on with her life. One would assume that she and Otto could eventually bring their relationship into the open, allowing Otto to have a normal life. But instead, when Dolly moved, her voluntary, live-in sex slave took up residence in her attic. Again.
Otto Sanhuber had managed to get a few pulp stories published, and with this money (plus a few nickels and dimes here and there from Dolly) purchased a typewriter to keep writing. All while Dolly managed to get herself a new lover – lawyer Herman S. Shapiro.
But, like Dolly's first husband, Shapiro spent long hours away due to his profession. Enter Roy Klumb, another lover to keep Dolly occupied – though her use of Klumb might have been to help her get rid of the guns used to shoot Fred. Dolly persuaded him to ditch a gun for her, saying it resembled the burglar's gun and she didn't want to get in trouble. Klumb tossed it in the LaBrea tar pits. She then sweet-talked a neighbor into burying the other gun in his yard.
 
So when Dolly eventually broke up with Klumb a while later, he went to the police with the story. The gun was pulled from the tar pits, and Dolly was taken into custody. Her neighbor dug up the other gun and took it to the cops, but neither weapon could be tied to Dolly because the guns had corroded.
 Public DomainA news clipping from the time of the trial of Dolly Oesterreich.
With Dolly awaiting trial in jail, she pleaded with Shapiro to "buy groceries for Sanhuber and to tap on the ceiling of the bedroom closet to let him know he should come out." She also tried to tell Shapiro that the attic-bound Sanhuber was her vagabond brother. But starved for conversation with another male, Sanhuber spilled the truth to Shapiro about the nature of his and Dolly's relationship.
 
Shapiro essentially told Sanhuber to get lost and got Dolly released on bail. Apparently, the fact that she had kept a man in the attic was not a deal-breaker, as the lawyer promptly moved in with her. All charges against Dolly Oesterreich were dropped.
That is, until seven years later when things became irreparable between Dolly and Shapiro. He moved out and told the police what he'd gathered of the crime against Fred Oesterreich. Warrants were (again) issued for Dolly and this time Sanhuber as well. A jury found Sanhuber guilty of manslaughter even after his defense stated that Dolly had enslaved him.
 Los Angeles Public LibraryDolly Oesterreich with a court interviewer.
 
The trial became known as the 'Bat-man' case since Sanhuber had been kept in a secluded, cave-like attic. Nevertheless, the statute of limitations on the manslaughter had run out; Sanhuber was a free man.
Dolly Oesterreich went to trial on a conspiracy charge but also walked free after a hung jury. The indictment was eventually dropped in 1936. She died in 1961 at age 80, hopefully having learned a thing or two about relationships.

This book which is based of news horror story will give you chills.

2 Priests on a Hawaiian vacation 

Two priests decided to go to Hawaii on vacation, They were determined to make this a real vacation by not wearing anything that would identify them as clergy. 

As soon as the plane landed they headed for a store and bought some really outrageous shorts, shirts, sandals, sunglasses, etc. 

The next morning they went to the beach dressed in their 'tourist' garb. They were sitting on beach chairs, enjoying a drink, the sunshine and the scenery when a 'drop dead gorgeous' blonde in a topless bikini came walking straight towards them. 

They couldn't help but stare. 

As the blonde passed them she smiled and said 'Good Morning Father, Good Morning Father,' nodding and addressing each of them individually, then she passed on by. 

They were both stunned. 

How in the world did she know they were priests? 

So the next day, they went back to the store and bought even more outrageous outfits. These were so loud you could hear them before you even saw them! Once again, in their new attire, they settled down in their chairs to enjoy the sunshine, after a little while, the same gorgeous blonde, wearing a different coloured topless bikini, taking her sweet time, came walking toward them. 

Again she nodded at each of them, said 'Good morning Father, Good morning Father,' and started to walk away. 

One of the priests couldn't stand it any longer and said, 'Just a minute, young lady.' 'Yes, Father?' 

'We are priests and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world do you know we are priests, dressed as we are?' She replied, 'Father, it's me, Sister Kathleen.'

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Students at the local school were assigned to read 2 books, 'Titanic' and 'My Life' by Bill clinton 

One student turned in the following book report, with the proposition that they were nearly identical stories! 

His cool professor gave him an A+ for this report. 

Titanic: Cost - $29.99 
Clinton : Cost - $29.99 

Titanic: Over 3 hours to read 
Clinton : Over 3 hours to read 

Titanic: The story of Jack and Rose, their forbidden love and 

subsequent catastrophe. 
Clinton: The story of Bill and Monica, their forbidden love and 

subsequent catastrophe. 

Titanic: Jack is a starving artist. 
Clinton: Bill is a bullshit artist. 

Titanic: In one scene, Jack enjoys a good cigar. 
Clinton: Ditto for Bill. 

Titanic: During the ordeal, Rose's dress gets ruined. 
Clinton: Ditto for Monica. 

Titanic: Jack teaches Rose to spit. 
Clinton: Let's not go there. 

Titanic: Rose gets to keep her jewelry. 
Clinton: Monica is forced to return her gifts. 

Titanic: Rose remembers Jack for the rest of her life. 
Clinton: Clinton doesn't remember Jack. 

Titanic: Rose goes down on a vessel full of seamen. 
Clinton: Monica…..Ooh, let's not go there, either. 

Titanic: Jack surrenders to an icy death. 
Clinton: Bill goes home to Hillary - basically the same thing!

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Sex and Funny Quotes 

"You know that look women get when they want sex? Me neither!" - Drew Carey 

"I know nothing about sex because I was always married." - Zsa Zsa Gabor 

"My wife is a sex object. Everytime I ask for sex, she objects." - Les Dawson 

"Sex is one of the most wholesome, beautiful and natural experiences that money can buy."- Steve Martin 

"I'm such a good lover because I practice a lot on my own." - Woody Allen 

"My best birth control now is to leave the lights on." - Joan Rivers 

"My love life is terrible. The last time I was inside a woman was when I visited the Statue of Liberty." - Woody Allen 

"What's the three words you never want to hear while making love? Honey, I'm home." - Ken Hammond 

"The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money costs less." - Brendan Francis 

"Love is the answer – but while you're waiting for the answer sex raises some pretty good questions." - Woody Allen 

"I believe that sex is a beautiful thing between two people. Between five, it's fantastic." - Woody Allen 

"I admit, I have a tremendous sex drive. My boyfriend lives forty miles away." - Phyllis Diller 

"Humans are the only animal who can have sex over the phone." - Dave Letterman 

"My girlfriend always laughs during sex – no matter what she's reading." - Steve Jobs 

"Sex is like art. Most of it is pretty bad, and the good stuff is out of your price range." - Scott Roeben 

"Women need a reason to have sex, men just need a place." - Billy Crystal

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Sorry for the small delay I had stuff I needed to finish up IRL, but anyway let the chapters commence again. 

So since the sex scenes are from High's perspective I wanted to make it easy for you guys to able to follow along with each chapter, and where it takes place in the universe. That way if you want to go back and forth between HighMark scenes to experience both more immersively at the same time, you actually can. 

And to accomplish this stupid Idea I had and make it not confusing for you guys I actually am keeping all the chapter titles the same until the crossover with Tie Him To me Ends. 
So if you really want to see how many chapters are left or follow along feel free to consult THTM's table of contents as many times as you would like. There are also fun mini stories I am going to be dropping in the author notes at the end of certain chapters so feel free to go back and peekaboo to see if you can find some. I will be doing this on literally all my novels now. Have fun hunting for them. 
Also, RingTone will be merging in here soon too, so get ready for that excitement. Lots of fun stuff coming up for this novel. Hope you enjoy.
 
Remember to leave a comment if you can, seeing your comments makes my day brighter. XD 
As always remember Love is Love. 
~Kat

What can you say when you fall in love with your King? What can you say when it feels like you can't help but love them, even though they are married to someone else? And what can you say when he asks you to be his queen and consort... When you are a man.?

Nothing. That's what.
But a heart want's what a heart wants. 
Pre-arranged marriages be damned.
Royalty be damned.

Let's start an affair. A Ludicrous Royal Affair for the ages!

24 yr old Kim Young-Jun isn't ready for his life and duty to intersect at all. But when he accidentally steals the king's clothes, that is exactly what happens. In an inexplicable moment where hearts collide, he commits treason. He steals the new Queens wedding night a feat punishable by beheading. Unless he becomes someone he is not, unless he becomes Queen.

But his life is thrown through all sorts of hoops after unintentionally becoming the king's lover. An accident of colossal proportions that sets things in motion he cannot change. Turning his life upside down as he is integrated in a world that is more lies than the truth, and where any step could be your last.

Then again, how can he say no to the king? In Love or Death, he is already his.

After Claudia's departure, I sat on the bench for a few more minutes.
'What do you have left here, Dami?  It couldn't be worse over there.  Or, it could be a trap, you don't know this man.'  All these questions crowded my mind.  I was afraid to hope for a better life as each time I dared to dream, they were mercilessly hacked to pieces.
'Now now, now, if it isn't my favorite friend,' a voice drawled to my back.  I jumped in shock and turned around.  How could Ben have found me here?  Unless he had followed me...
I warily continued to face him, trying to check the escape options I had in the meanwhile.  There weren't many.  Just the path through which I had come...and the cliff.  And at that moment, he was near the path.
'What do you want?' I asked him, clenching my hands into fists and unclenching them.
'She talks,' he said letting out a wolf-whistle.  His eyes started roaming up and down my body and my skin started crawling with repulsion.  He started breathing a bit noisily and I could feel his excitement rising.
'I heard you were looking for a job. Jack called me,' he said, taking one step towards me.  I could see that his cheeks were now looking flushed.  As I had thought, news of the incident at the city centre had started making the rounds.  But I wasn't thinking of that anymore.  I wasn't a child, I had heard stories of what young couples did.  Once, a group of boys had cornered a group of girls behind the school and I had been trapped as well.  One of them had whipped out a tablet and had played a film where a naked man and woman were twisting their bodies around each other and they did many other acts which seemed strange to me. While some of the girls were complaining of harassment, I could see them not moving their eyes from the screen though.
Afterwards, I tried to read books to learn more about this phenomenon and this is how I learned about sex.  About how it could be pleasant with the chosen person, but also about how some people force it on others.
I could recognise the same expression on Ben's face that the man had on the tablet.  He was getting aroused and that didn't spell anything good for me.
'I have a job for you,' he whispered, 'And you wouldn't even have to travel far.'
He put his hands on the zipper of his jeans and started lowering it, the rasping sound making the tiny hairs on my arm stand.
'Come, put your hand inside,' he beckoned me with his hand. 'There's a gift for you inside.'
The viewpoint was a very deserted place and screaming wouldn't serve anything.  As it is, who would come to the rescue of an Untouchable.  They would probably say I deserved it.  When I was younger I had heard the stories of young Untouchables who were found naked and bloodied in the forest.  One of them was found hanged in her bedroom a week later.  These stories had marked me and that was why I was extremely careful in my interactions with the opposite sex.
'Come to your daddy,' he said in a cajoling tone, having reached within touching distance by then.
I could smell his rancid body odor and sweat on him and I felt like vomiting.
The situation was looking more and more bleak, and my head was now pounding painfully in tension.
Ben then suddenly lunged forward and caught my hands.  He used his superior height and weight against me and held me captive.  He twisted my arms behind my back and I shouted in pain.  He used only his right hand to hold my arms but even though I tried to twist and turn to dislodge his hands, I simply wasn't strong enough.  I was furthermore weakened by not having eaten for hours.
'You'll enjoy it and beg me for more,' he promised, trailing the fingers of his right hand down my exposed neck stopping where my blouse was closed by a button.  He only had to exert a little strength and the button popped off, the thread being worn out with age.  This seemed to excite him even more as my cleavage was now exposed.
Was this how my life would turn out?  No, I wasn't ready to give up, I thought and started trying to free my hands with renewed vigor.
'You like it rough, don't you?' he said, almost salivating.
His eyes were on my exposed neckline and I could feel his focus wavering.  This was the moment I had been waiting for.  I lifted my left heel up and aimed a strong kick behind until my foot connected with Ben's shin.  With an expletive, he released my hands and that was what I was waiting for.  I aimed another kick at his manhood and heard the satisfying crunch of bone against flesh.  Ben crumbled to the ground, with his hands between his thighs.
As I turned to run, I heard his voice raging behind. 'Wait until I catch you bitch.  Where will you run?'
Tears streaming down my cheeks, I held the lapels of my blouse together and ran as fast as my tired legs would allow me.  The decision had been taken for me.  I had no choice but to leave.

Dami was an Untouchable, the lowest of all castes in the city of Bhu.  Her parents had died when she was still young so she had to fend for herself.  She lives alongside the memories of her grandmother, who once told her the story of Bhuvar, where there is no discrimination.  But it sounded too good to be true and she didn't believe in its existence.  She had to suffer constant humiliation at the hands of all those who meet her.  Her only hope rested in turning her life around after scoring good marks at the National exam. But instead of recognition, more sufferings are dished out to her and it even crossed her mind to end her life.  One day, however, she hears a traveler talk of Bhuvar and realized it did exist.  She decided to follow him, but could it be an even bigger trap?

That was it!!!!!!!!!

It was Belsarion he passed his powers into Irene's Body and created a dragon seed in her.... that's the source of Dragon Slaying Magic!!! Inheritance of Dragon's Magic into Humans....

What he miscalculated was the fact that Humans couldn't handle emotionally charged and the seed was triggered in any way possible consuming them and transforming them into Dragons.....

In Acnologias case it was his hate for dragons that made him one but because of this Contradiction, he managed to shapeshift in both forms granting him the Dragon Slayer Powers in his human form..

But what about Irene??? wasn't it the death of her partner and his wishes for a better world?? wasn't that the trigger?? that was the start of it but what ticked her of??? wasn't it Erza's Father that tortured her, beat her and jailed her for 3 years when she started transforming into a dragon??

Due to that she halted Erza's growth with magic and when he tried to slash her belly open thinking she is lying that anger and grief finally made the final trigger transforming her into a Dragon to protect her Daughter...

He suddenly came to a halt in his thoughts and sighed he finally realized why Elein said that the reality is 100 times more cruel in the original realm than the stories they read with fabricated endings.....

What happened to Irene these 3 years of imprisonment??? and what about 400 years of loneliness until Zeref found her and got her human form back.....

It was then that after a long time he heard a familiar voice!!!!!

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Ding!!! User Has Triggered A <Quest>!!!

Ding!!! User Has Noticed A Hidden Point In All Realms Connective Stories And In The Fairy Realm!!

Ding!!! User Has Gained The Following Condition!!!

Ding!!! Condition 1 : Throw Yourself In Prison For 3 Years

Ding!!! Condition 2 : Absorb Bit By Bit The Encryption Of Dragon Seed In Irene's Body And Gain That Knowledge

Ding!!! Condition 3 : Follow Her When The Time Comes!!!

Rewards : Part 1 - 3000 Etherano Points / Part 2 - Dragon Seed / Part 3 - 1 Free Take Over

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What the hell!! do i have to babysit as well now come on!!!!! i wanna fuck her pussy not being a nanny.... and why should i lose 3 years of my fucking life in prison... that's Madness!!!

This realm has gone crazy.... not that i'm normal though... oh fuck it... a pussy is a pussy and i'll get a Dragon's seed with a take over for free... Not to mention those points i'll get new take overs....

Screaming inside of him for having to live in a jail for 3 years he decided to go and destroy all bandits hideouts enhancing his powers and also screwing every girl that had her legs opened waiting for him in the walls....

And that's what he did for the next few days he kept beating up all bandits levelling up faster.. He found a few girls already broken with sperms oozing out all over their bodies and played the saviour they needed...

Unfortunately for him, all the girls he encounters were all broken not one untouched he got them out of there and settle them in his own hideout waiting for them to be restored.....

At first it was a living hell for him as the girls were beating him up from trying to get some liberties but after a month or so the girls finally realized that he simply wanted to have sex with them and not torture them or cut off their limps or kill them he didn't even sell them as slaves....

So afterwards one by one the girls starting getting closer and closer to him teasing him about his looks and eventually after a month again he couldn't escape from their clutches as they had fallen in love with the way he screwed them over and over again.....

Ryouji, on the other hand, was cursing his luck!!!!!!!!!

While Natsu And His friends fought side by side against evil, against time, different worlds, different timelines... 
Eventually in each and every tree root of all alternatives futures when they reached the point of creating the Time Hole to seal Acnologia the burst of energy from going back and forth in time messing with the order of things burst out reducing everything in an empty space leaving an injured Acnologia only to turn into nothingness as well...
The Gods Sighed they reverted the world back again and again but this realm was reaching it's limit... thinking a solution they decided to ask for help from the Celestial Realm Dragon a being so powerfull none of the Gods could contain her in their worlds letting her travel in the gaps of realms watching countless worlds and mortals...
It was then that the adventure of a certain someone Began!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Summary: A mom inadvertently falls in love with her son.

Note: This is a NUDE DAY 2014 contest story so please vote.


"Mom-Son": A Love Story

It was a couple of days after my son's eighteenth birthday when I realized I wanted to have sex with him.

I know...I know...it is completely wrong, sick and twisted...I told myself the same thing at first.

To explain my strange sexual hunger, my son, Paul, is a complete ringer for his father, Darren, who died in a car accident when Paul was only three. He had the same blue eyes, the same blonde hair and the same dazzling smile.

I had known these facts for years, but as he turned from an adolescent to a man it became even more apparent.

That all said, I had never considered sex with him at all until I accidentally walked in on him sitting at his computer as he stroked his cock. I could argue it wasn't him I wanted, but just a cock to pound away the cobwebs of my long neglected pussy. Yet, the reality is, putting the pieces together of his good looks, his exact replica voice and his identical big cock, it was definitely him I wanted...it was like I could relive my late teenage years when I originally started dating Darren...or in a morbid sense relive my marriage to the only person I had ever truly loved.

I apologized profusely for not knocking, and it was obvious that Paul was as embarrassed as I was. Yet, that night I couldn't stop replaying the brief encounter in my mind. At first I was mortified by what I saw...then as I laid in bed trying to fall asleep, my mind began playing tricks on me. Every time I closed my eyes and began to try and reach slumber, my son stroking his completely erect, thick cock popped into my head. I would immediately jolt up and shake my head for thinking such an inappropriate thought...yet as soon as I laid back down and closed my eyes the exact same scene would repeat itself...I was in the incest version of the Groundhog Day movie. Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, I fell asleep. Obviously, it wasn't a great night's sleep.

The next morning, Paul and I pretended it didn't happen, but, of course, you can't erase the past, and an unacknowledged awkwardness began between us.

Over the next month, even as my morals argued it was completely wrong...my too long ignored libido screamed it was okay. I began pleasuring myself while imagining my vibrator was Paul's cock fucking me. I sucked my dildo imagining it was Paul's cock I was sucking.

Whenever I looked at Paul, I saw Darren.

Whenever I talked to Paul, I heard Darren.

It became unhealthy and obsessive, and it soon began to consume all my thoughts and dreams.

I regressed to my teen years as I began, inadvertently at first, attempting to entice my son, like I had his father all those years ago.

Although I wasn't as thin as my perfect body cheerleading days, I was still in decent shape. Sure I could lose a few pounds, but who couldn't? The beginning of grey was showing up in my black as night hair, but so far I hadn't thought it showed enough to dye it. I had always been slightly chubby, being big-boned like my father, thus I had large, all natural, 38DD breasts and a wide ass. Conversely though, I have long thin legs which had both breast men and leg men often checking me out.

For the record, I had dated a few men over the years, a couple even potentially going further, yet none were Darren. Thus, I always found a way to end the relationship before it got to the moving stage. I realized I already had the perfect man in the house...it was now time to make it happen.

I began wearing shorter skirts at home, tighter blouses and heels...the things that had always got me what I wanted from men. Although my son did seem to notice my ample cleavage, I realized even if he was interested sexually in me he was way too shy to make a move...especially since I was his mother.

So at supper one day, six weeks since first seeing his cock, I decided to ask questions and learn more about his preferences.

At the table, I started by asking the usual question, "What did you learn today?"

He responded like he always did, with the teenage staple answer to almost any question asked by a parent, "Nothing."

I quoted, "Why do I pay school taxes then?"

He responded making my mouth drop open, the irony dripping, "So I can learn that some think Hamlet and his mother had an incestuous relationship."

I gasped. My son had brought out the very topic I was planning to try to get to in less than thirty seconds. Did he too know what I was feeling? What I was wanting? Did he want me as much as I wanted him?

I joked composing myself, "Apparently, the message of Hamlet has changed since I was in school."

Paul continued, "No, the message is still about religion, revenge and becoming a man, but if you read deeper into the words of Shakespeare it seems clear that Hamlet and his mom were having a sexual relationship."

I joked again, this time trying to see where his head was about the idea of incest, as I asked, "So you're telling me that according to Shakespeare to become a man you have to sleep with your mother?"

The words out...I realized I had just asked my son the most leading question ever.

His face went red as he stammered, "I'm not saying that, Shakespeare was."

"Do you concur?" I asked, dying to hear his answer...his nervous red cheeks adorable...my pussy sopping wet, I waited a long time to let the idea of incest between him and I linger in his mind before I added, allowing him to save face, "That Shakespeare wrote about incest."

"According to Mrs. Walker, incest back in Shakespeare's time was quite common among both royalty and the peasant classes, so it wouldn't be uncommon for a playwright to write about it," he answered.

I asked, again shifting my strategy to test the waters of his interest, "If incest was once common, did Mrs. Walker discuss when incest became inappropriate?"

Paul shook his head no. "It was a rather brief discussion actually. She just mentioned that if you go to college some professors go much deeper into the subtext of the play and the possible incestuous relationship between Hamlet and his mother."

"I see," I said smiling, adding one more subtle hint, "it's interesting how life always goes full circle."

Paul asked, "What do you mean?"

"In Hamlet, I don't completely recall the plot but I remember a speech about going full circle in life and death," I shrugged, before adding, fishing for a compliment, "but that was a long, long, time ago."

"Oh, mom, you just turned forty," he countered.

"I feel fifty, I countered, with a heavy sigh.

"Oh Mom, you're still a very beautiful woman," he replied, unable to maintain eye contact with me. Was I making him uncomfortable? Was I turning him on?

"Thank you, son," I said, standing up, walking over to him, bending down and giving him a big hug. I made sure my ample breasts pressed into him and that my perfume lingered. I bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before adding, "You're so sweet, just like your dad."

Returning to my seat and sitting down, I noticed he was beet red and clearly overwhelmed by what just occurred.

The rest of the meal we chatted about his upcoming graduation, his summer job at the college library and college...although I asked questions, I am not sure I heard many of the answers as I pondered the reality that the seed for incest had been planted and now I had to help nurture it.

Now completely obsessed with my son, so compulsively obsessed with the idea of committing incest, I started researching just how common incest was and is in today's society.

The more I read, the more I came to see both the pros and cons of having an intimate relationship with my son.

I learned: Throughout history incest was very common among a diverse range of groups particularity the peasants, rural folk and poor people. I also learned that royalty and the very wealthy also participated in it and some secret societies existed for the pleasure of family relations.

Cousin incest is very common even now and almost half the states even allow for first cousins to marry (even though some of these states still prohibit same-sex marriage which is interesting).

Stats also suggest that almost everyone knows someone who has been involved in incest whether it be full-blooded siblings, parents and children, grandparents and their grandchildren, aunts/uncles and nieces/nephews and so forth. Based on that theory, I wondered who I knew who would have participated in an incestuous relationship.

Although not a massive number, ten percent of people surveyed in their early twenties will confide in anonymous surveys that they have been a part of a consensual sexual situation with a sibling.

Also, on the website Literotica the most common search is for incest stories, all the most read stories are incest and mother-son relationships are the most read about erotica stories on the internet. There is even a taboo movie series that creates fictional films of incestuous relationships. Going further incest is the most ignored, or least talked about, taboo even though it has always existed in history, mythology, fiction and so forth.

Many studies have also proven that people are usually attracted to people who look like themselves and thus family members are often sexually attracted to each other but ignore these feelings because of society's standards. (Although Paul looked more like his father, he had my eyes and my cheekbones).

Lastly, a theory called Genetic Sexual Attraction explains the shockingly high incest interactions of family members who do not know they are related. Studies conclude that half of all first introductions of biological relatives lead to sexual attraction and almost a quarter will conclude in a sexual relationship. With rising divorce rates, one-night stands, adoption, and embryo donations this number continues to increase. 

After this fascinating research session, my cunt was begging for attention, so I pulled up Literotica and did a search for incest stories and couldn't believe the massive amount of stories about incestuous relationships. There were brother-sister, aunt-nephew, dad-daughter, and mom-son. There were also quite a few mom-daughter stories and other same sex variations. I redefined my search to mom and son and began reading. Although they were fiction, the stories drew me in as I imagined I was the mother and Paul the son. After a few stories, I brought myself to an intense orgasm.

The next day, I went online and read a forum full of people who admitted to having incestuous sex. Eventually I came across one that stirred me:

I started having sex with my son just after his eighteenth birthday. As he grew from teenager to man I couldn't believe how much he resembled his deceased father. When he wore a tux for his prom, I knew I wanted him. I researched the morality of incestuous sex, I chatted online with women who had had sex with their son and decided that for his nineteenth birthday I would give him the present that it seemed many boys fantasized about...his mom. We have been lovers ever since. Although we are not man and wife legally, we act like a married couple. Kennedy

Her story resonated in me as it was the exact same emotions I was feeling. I clicked on her name and was thrilled to see I could contact her by email.

Curious to know more, I emailed her:

Kennedy, I hope I am not being forward, but having read your brief declaration of your intimate relationship with your son, I was hoping for advice. I too want to have sex with my son. I too have lost my husband. I too see my husband in my son's looks, voice and mannerisms. Can you give me advice on how to cross the line? Eager Mother

Pressing send, I went back to Literotica to read a few more stories before heading to work.

Getting back from work around ten at night after a long day at the hospital, where I am a nurse, I slipped out of my shoes and went to check on Paul.

I unbuttoned another button on my blouse before I knocked on his door and said, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said.

I stepped into his room and found him on his bed reading a book. "How was your day, honey?"

"Riveting," he sarcastically responded, looking at me.

"Is that an SAT word," I joked going to his bed.

"I don't think so," he shrugged, seemingly looking down at my legs as I walked towards him.

"What are you reading?" I asked, reaching him and sitting on the edge of his bed.

"A Fault in Our Stars," he answered, "I need to finish reading it before the movie comes out later this month."

"Cool," I said. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again, before adding, "It was a long day, I'm going to go shower."

"Okay, Mom," he nodded, his cheeks again going red. Obviously my kiss either turned him on or embarrassed him. I was dying to know which.

I stood up and headed to the door. Stopping, I turned around, noticing he was again looking down at my legs. Curious if I was correct, I sighed, "Darn pantyhose," and returned to the bed, put my foot on the end of the bed, bent over and fixed my nylon at the toes.

Although he returned to his book when I looked at him, it was obvious he was checking out my legs. I wondered if he was a leg man. Darren had been a breast man. He would spend hours playing with my breasts. He even loved fucking them with a generous amount of lube. Although he came in my cunt sometimes, and my mouth sometimes, more often than not he finished by pumping his cock in between my tits.

Standing back up and heading out, again stopping at the door, I turned around and again he quickly glanced away. I said, with just a hint of sexiness, "Good night, honey."

"G-g-goodnight, Mom," he briefly stammered.

Leaving his room, I was suddenly confident of two things:

One: he was a leg man

Two: I did turn him on

This newfound knowledge exciting me greatly, I went to the shower and pleasured myself like I occasionally did with the powerful shower head while thinking of Paul fucking me.

In my room, dressed only in my robe, I opened my laptop to check if I had gotten a response from Kennedy. A chill of excitement went up my spine as I clicked on her reply.

Hi, Thank you for the e-mail. I remember when I was in your situation.

My mixed emotions.

I was his mother I shouldn't feel this way.

Incest is wrong.

I will go to Hell.

Yet, the more I denied my own feelings (and can your own feelings be wrong?), the more I fantasized about my son.

I resisted for months, self-destructing the relationship I was currently in with a good man...he just wasn't my son.

In the end, I decided to take the risk and have been in the most loving, most sensual and most sexually satisfying relationship of my life ever since...and that includes my husband who I loved with all my heart.

Sex should be with someone you love and care about and although society frowns on it (although it was once very common), the reality is your own flesh and blood, whether that be son, daughter, mom, father, aunt, uncle, niece, nephew or any other blood relative is someone close to your heart and thus a logical person to be intimate with.

In conclusion, don't be ashamed by your feelings, as I mentioned before what you feel in your heart can't be wrong (no matter what society says); that said, we moved to another state when we decided to live as lovers where no one knows we are biological mother and son.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Kennedy On yahoo as momplussoneequalsfun (I know it is silly but I thought it was humorous at the time) 

I read the email three times and, exhausted, decided I would respond tomorrow. I shut down my computer and went to bed...wondering what the odds were that Paul could remotely feel for me the way I felt for him.

.....

The next morning, I responded to her e-mail:

Kennedy Thank you very much for your encouraging response.

I felt overwhelming guilt for having sexual feelings for my son, which were slightly dissipated by my online readings...yet being in a similar situation myself (my husband died when my son was three), I feel much more at ease with my feelings after reading your e-mail.

My question is: How did you go from these early yearnings to eventually having sex with your son?

I hope that is not too personal of a question to ask. If it is I apologize for being so presumptuous as to ask it.

Courtney 

This time I signed my name, no longer ashamed by my feelings.

I cleaned the house for a bit, and talked to Mom on the phone before I headed into work where my thoughts of incest faded into the back of my mind while the demands of the job took over.

That night, I again was exhausted, and I again decided to check on Paul, who this time was on his computer playing some online game and didn't even hear me knock.

Entering, I startled him as he had his gaming headphones on. "Mom! Crap, you scared the heck out of me."

"I thought I'd let you know I'm home," I said, going to his bed and taking off my shoes.

He turned away from his game, which I took as flattery, as he watched me. I joked, "I think it's time to get you a girlfriend."

"Why?" He asked, trying to maintain eye contact with me and yet on more than one occasion taking quick, he thought unnoticeable, glimpses of my legs.

"When I was your age I was going to parties, meeting boys and well," I shrugged, as I took my first shoe off, "you know."

"What?" my adorable, but innocent son asked, clearly unable to focus on my words.

"Making out," I answered. "Plus, I met your dad when I was eighteen, too."

"You did?" He asked, "You've never told me how you and Dad met."

"It was lust at first sight," I joked, as I tossed my second shoe on the ground and collapsed backwards onto his bed.

"W-w-what?" He stammered, clearly distracted by both my words and my legs.

I rolled onto my side to face him, my legs stacked onto each other, and said, "You're eighteen, I guess you're old enough to hear this, if you can handle your old bag of a mother telling you about her young, wild days."

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This story is a complete work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone, alive or dead is pure coincidence. All of the characters in this story are 18 years and older.

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