This will be the 1st Chapter of "The Book Club" Series.
“How to fuck your son” - the founding of the Book Club
My name is Sara, I’m 40, and I’m the founder of a women’s book club. I’m going to skip past trying to make up some shit about what kind of books we read and how it brings us ladies together to socialize and form sisterhood and crap, and get to the point.. It’s not a book club, it’s a sex club. And because I already know what you’re thinking.. No, it’s not about having sex with each other, we’re not closeted lesbians (although that has happened before).
The club serves many purposes, depending on who the lady is and what her needs are. It’s mainly a safe space where women can discuss sex (ie. Their desires, fears, fantasies, questions..) and the rest of us are there to offer answers and guidance, and sometimes just to listen. But It’s also a type of real life “personals page” where women can help each other fulfill fantasies. And not just bi-curious crap.. If a woman just wants to try hooking up with another female for the first time, there’s a million other ways to do that. Women come here for much more taboo reasons.
Some just want to hear the stories of others. Or get their own of their chests.
Some like to pleasure themselves while listening to others tell their erotic stories.
Some like watching other women pleasuring themselves.
And the list goes on from there.
We’ve had members looking to bring another woman home to have a threesome with their husband or boyfriend.. Or even to fuck their husband or boyfriend while she watched…. Or visa versa!
Its even happened a time or two where a member was looking for someone to seduce their significant other in order to justify a breakup. Scandalous I know, but we don’t allow judgment. It actually happens just as often when a member is looking for someone to seduce their partner just so she could secretly watch them have the affair. We have a member, Veronica, who asked Samantha to do this exact thing. Samantha seduced Veronicas husband just so she could watch through the window or on secret recordings because it turned her on. In fact she enjoyed it so much that she asked Samantha to keep it going… It’s been 2 years now. And this lucky bastard is happily married, with a full time mistress, and his wife is never suspicious, in fact she’s conveniently always out of the house whenever his mistress wants to come over! Lol, he’s lucky and dumb. On top of all that, Samanthas married too!
Now I’m not trying to imply that this club is all about adultery, but that is a significant theme for many of the members.. Which I’m not necessarily a fan of, not because I’m some holier-than-thou-suzy-homemaker type, but because It’s all very unnecessary. Most of these women who are cheating are because they want to try out some fantasy or taboo sexual act, like giving a BJ in a movie theater, or having a threesome, or getting Fisted… But I bet if most of these ladies were to simply be honest and tell their partners what they want to do, then they’d probably get it! So for them It’s more about being too shy or afraid of opening up, rather than actually wanting to cheat.
The real meaning behind these ladies fantasies is the desire for EXCITEMENT…and all these fetishes, while different, share a commonality, they're naughty, or forbidden… which makes them all exciting! The type of fantasy they choose to get that excitement is up to the person, sort of a pick your poison thing, but ultimately they're all the same.
But the prevailing reason many of these women become members is because they need help trying to have sex with someone they secretly want to but are unable to for one reason or another.. The main reason being incest. Sure sometimes they have a thing for their boss, or neighbor, or teacher, or their dad’s best friend, or some other inappropriate associate that they don’t know how to make a move on…. But mostly It’s a family member… their father (or stepfather), cousins, uncles, brothers, nephews, even the occasional grandfather, and yes sometimes even other female relatives…
But above everyone else, it’s usually their son. The handsome young man that she’s loved their whole life. Developed a closeness with that’s deeper than any romantic relationship she’s ever had. And nothing reeks of sexual energy more than an 18 year old boy. They’re horny 24/7 and they can’t even contain it. Constantly getting erections (and panicking to hide them). They look back at every ass that walks by, and sneak glances at every pair of tits that comes within 20 feet of them.. Yes even their mother’s (and we notice) . Many of us have found them sniffing or fondling our undergarments, trying to look down our tops when we hand them something, or up our skirts when we sit across from them. They try and hide their stares behind sunglasses when we wear a bathing suit, and adjust their crotches when they’ve looked a little too long. Every contradictory societal norm tells us that we should be offended and punish them, but also that their sexual curiosity is normal and we should always love and support them. These sexual urges and constant hard-ons are all normal, but they also shouldn’t play with themselves or masturbate, and when they go on dates they shouldn’t be having sex. They’re LITERALLY in their sexual prime, yet have zero experience talking to girls their own age.. Not that it matters because those girls are also being conditioned to not have sex until they’re married. So these incredibly virile young men are being cock-blocked by society, then going home and seeing their mothers walking around in nightgowns or bath robes, or bending over to pick something up in a small pair of shorts, or accidentally having a nipple peeking out while we lay on the sofa.. Then they have to run to their rooms with these inappropriate erections (which they think we don’t know about) and jerk off in silence and full of shame simply because they’re thinking about the person they most commonly associate with femininity, their mother. To make matters worse, we sometimes walk in on them.. Feverishly beating the hardest piece of meat WE’VE seen in at least a decade! I mean they could hump a hole through a tree like a god damned woodpecker! (imagine getting pounded by that!). Combine that with catching them stealing glances at our middle-aged racks, and realizing that's what made them hurry off to their rooms to blow a pound of cum into a sock after a 90 second jerk (and still being hard). And when we find them, whether It’s with their prick in their hand or with their eyes nearly bleeding from trying so hard to see through our blouse, we’re supposed to be disgusted with them.. But in actuality we’re flattered. Because even if you have a loving husband, he’s never going to love you as much as your son does. And no matter how beautiful he says you are, you remember that you still make yourself sexy for him.. But You never make yourself look sexy for your son, yet here he is at full-mast just because you bent over to pick up a napkin. And even if your husband is handsome and still has a good sex drive.. He’ll never be a teenaged stud again, and he’ll never be able to get as hard as fast as your son, or blow a load as hard or as large as your son, and no matter how much your husband wants you, no one will ever desire you as much as your teenage son. He’ll never dare say it, he may never even think it, but he wants to fuck you more than any other man who has ever lived, and even though you don’t want to think this way, you know that with his youthful stamina and unbridled lust, no one would ever be able to screw your brains out better than YOUR SON.
And that’s why I founded this club.
That’s why most ladies joined it, in fact that’s why it was created! I, the founding member, wanted to fuck MY son… for all the reasons I just explained… he was handsome, in shape, he looked like he would be the captain of the football team and date the head cheerleader, which he did. But I had noticed all the things I listed, him looking at my breasts (and getting bulges when he did), then getting embarrassed and trying to play it off when he was caught. I found him jerking off with a pair of my silky panties, and yes I was flattered, but ashamed to admit it. Then I came home early one day and walked in on him having sex with his girlfriend. I scolded them and grounded him from seeing her for a month and of course lectured him on premarital sex.. And afterwards I realized that I was actually aroused, and jealous that this other girl was getting pleasured by my baby boy! It still took a few weeks for me to admit it to myself, that I indeed wanted to be the one having sex with him. This realization was further complicated by the fact that I was happily married, and sexually satisfied by my wonderful husband, whom I did not really want to cheat on. Additionally, I was fully aware that any sort of pursuit of my own son could easily go wrong and lead to me losing my whole family, and it terrified me… that being said, I still wanted to fuck him, but how?
On paper it seems like the easiest task in the world.. Get a horny teenage boy to have sex with a willing female. I mean There’s million surefire ways to go about it, give him a surprise BJ one morning, climb into the shower with him, hell just walk into his room buck naked! He’ll get the message. Just look at any porn video these days, they’re all themed around dudes banging their moms! They WANT to fuck us, but there are 2 main roadblocks..
First, they don't know if we'll be receptive.. Or repulsed! How do I let him know I was interested and willing?? Like I said, sounds simple enough, but let’s be clear, not EVERY guy really wants to sleep with their mother. They may fantasize about it, they may check her out, but for one reason or another, they don’t all want to actually DO it. And that’s fine! At the end of the day they’re our kids and we don’t want to force anything. With or without sex, they’re still our sons and we don’t want to damage that relationship. In a perfect world, we could just ask..
“Hey son, if you’re open to it, I’d love to have sex with you”
“Gee mom, I’m not really interested, but thanks.”
“No problem, if you change your mind just let me know. Now I’m going to go make dinner, love you.”
Or..
“Hey mom, can I talk to you?”
“sure son what’s up?”
“I’m really horny, and I don’t really know how to ask this but would you please have sex with me?”
“awe, it’s ok sweetheart, no reason to be embarrassed. Sure I will, but afterwards I need you to take out the trash.”
“Thanks mom, you’re the best!”
And that would be that! Open, honest and respectful. But how do you propose that idea to someone without potentially scaring them away? So for me, letting my son know that I wanted to do it was the first obstacle.
Secondly.. even the horniest of men know that you’re not supposed to fuck your own mother! You’re not even supposed to think like that! Everyone knows incest is wrong! So even though these boys check their moms out, and jerk off thinking about them, it stops there because they know it's wrong! So yes, While I was fairly certain my son had a bit of an infatuation with me, and even if he really wanted to fuck me, and I TOLD him “hey, mommy wants you to screw her brains out!”, the chances are, he would still be reluctant to do so. Being sexually inexperienced creates a lack of confidence.. Men, think back to the first few times you had sex, it was awkward, you weren’t really sure what to do, or what she wanted you to do right? You might have even been a little uncomfortable with getting naked in front of a girl for the first time. Now imagine that she was your mother, it could make it even more scary! Our sons may also be hesitant because they're afraid to say yes. What if It’s a test and he’s going to get in trouble? Or what if someone else finds out, like his father? And being our sons, they may also be afraid to potentially ruin our relationship and family. But that’s not all, you'd be asking him to commit incest, something that he has always known to be wrong, disgusting, or even dangerous. How does he say yes to that?
Incest being what it is, has its stigma. And for good reason.. Most people associate the idea of incest with being raped or molested by another family member, which absolutely happens. But many people who’ve experienced incest did so willingly and enjoyed it. It may even be the majority, but there’s no way to know because no one wants to admit that they’ve done it, and if people did find out, they don’t want to admit that it was consensual. People also think of incest as “inbreeding”, or purposefully making a baby with a relative. And I agree that this is also wrong, for many reasons. But for most participants this isn’t the reason for an incestuous relationship, nor is love or dating, It’s just about having sexual gratification with someone you’re physically attracted to, albeit a relative. Have I loved every guy that I’ve had sex with in my life? No. Was every sexual encounter due to me wanting to be in a serious relationship with that person? No. So does me wanting to have sex with my son mean that I want to marry him or date him or some crap like that? No! It can be just about the sex!
But I digress.. I wanted to do this. But how to go about it? I needed help.. I had questions and needed answers.. But who to ask? I turned to the internet, and created dozens of anonymous accounts on dozens of websites, chat rooms, and social media platforms. I joined groups and searched old threads. I posted my queries and DMd other members. This went on for months! It was a slow process, because even though no one knew who I was, I was too afraid to just ask “how do I propose having sex with my 18 year old son?”. So I had to beat around the bush so to speak. I said I was asking for information on incestuous relationships for a research paper, that sort of thing. And when I did get responses there were other issues, many of the people were fake, or giving obviously phony information. And when I got ahold of people who I felt were real, I could tell they too were afraid to be completely open about their experiences.
Finally I met Meg. An older woman from another state, who admitted that she’d had consensual sex with her own son. Megs story was a little different. She and her son had been a little older when it occurred (24 and 48) and while she had experienced all the same things as the rest of us mom’s (sons looking at our bodies, constant hard-ons, etc.) that had never lead her to want to do anything. It wasn’t until her husband died unexpectedly that she found herself grieving and eventually yearning for physical comfort that caused her to look at her son in that way for the first time. He was home from college to help his mother through this difficult time. He did work around the house, inadvertently showing off his physique. And he hugged her and held her when she needed comforting. She would forget he was her son and just think of him as a warm body to hold. They would fall asleep watching TV together, and she would notice the outline of his member through his shorts. It aroused her, and she began daydreaming about having sex with him. She went with what we in the club call the “ambush” technique. She waited for a time when she knew he was masturbating, she walked in catching him in the act, and then used this moment of sexual vulnerability as the opportunity for her to let her intentions be known.
In her case, she stuck her head into the bathroom while he was showering, and heard the telltale “fapping” sound of him beating his wet meat.. Coupled with the faint panting and grunts of a young man desperately trying to be quiet while jerking off. Meg felt her crotch tingle and she knew this was her chance. She stripped off her clothes right there in the hallway and quietly stepped into the bathroom. The “ambush” is fairly straight forward, but there are some nuances that make it effective. Take notes!
1. You have to catch him in the middle of pleasuring himself. If you walk in too soon, he still has his wits about him and will quickly try to hide what he was doing or play it off like he was changing clothes or something like that. He needs to be engrossed in the act. Partly to keep him from being aware that someone may be nearby, but also so he's so comfortable and relaxed that when you catch him there’s no way for him to really hide that he was doing, and so he’s genuinely surprised.
*note.. If you happen to step in a little too late and he begins to cum, don’t panic you haven’t blown your chance (pun intended), instead look at this as an opportunity, it’s really hard for a young man to think straight let alone DO anything when he’s having an orgasm, so if you walk in on that moment, rest assured that he’s going to be petrified , and this means you just have to watch. Be sure to make eye contact, smile, bite your lip even, let him know that you like what you’re seeing*
2. He needs to be surprised! It throws him off his guard, and you want him to be a little confused. That way he’s unable to THINK straight. You don’t want him thinking of a lie to try and cover up what he's doing or change the subject, or most importantly, get defensive and upset towards YOU. You also don’t want him to be so composed that he’s able to start telling himself “no, that’s my mom, this is wrong” and not want to look at your naked body.
3. That brings up the next part, you should be naked! Depending on where and how you’re catching him, it may not be possible for you to be completely naked. That’s fine, but you at least need to be toppless.. GUYS LOVE BOOBS! Your biggest challenge with trying to seduce any male family member is that they’re immediately going to think “OMG! Mom (or daughter/sister/neice/etc.) what are you doing?! Get out of here!” even if you know that they want to fuck you more than life itself, they’re still conditioned to instinctively reject this sexual opportunity. But GUYS LOVE BOOBS! And you know what happens when they see them? They stare! And think “those are nice!” (and not much else), and most importantly it causes them to let their guard down and buys you a second to make your move.
4. Quick, make your move! This is pretty basic but you should really have a plan. He’s standing there, dick hard as can be, pointing right at you, and you’re naked.. What do you do?! Grab it!! Start stroking it!! Do Something, just make contact!! Yes he’s aroused and he knows you’ve seen his boner, and he’s looking at your naked body, the math seems pretty obvious, but don’t expect him to assume that just because you’re naked in front of him that means you’re willing to do what he thinks you’re willing to do.. So you need to SHOW him and erase any doubts or confusion.. You need to touch his penis like you mean it! Exactly what you do depends on the scenario. For example, if he was SITTING and jerking off, you need to go with it. That means you sit on his prick, or get on your knees and start sucking! But don't complicate things by telling him to stand up or anything else that's going to make it awkward or delay that first contact!
5. You may not get laid the first time, And that’s ok. The goal of this encounter is to put your cards on the table, so to speak. You’re making him aware of what your intentions are.. And you INTEND to fuck him! But Once again, depending on the scenario you encounter this first time, you may have to play with the cards you’ve been dealt. For example, if you catch him in a place where intercourse may not be doable, or you weren’t able to get undressed before you caught him, one thing will be guaranteed, his cock is out!... and you’re not going to let the opportunity get away.. Suck that dick! Or finish stroking it for him! While you may not finally be able to ride that rod of his into ecstasy like you’ve been dreaming about for months, the goal of this moment will have been achieved.. As he’s watching you patiently swallow what will likely have been the biggest load of his life, he’ll get the hint that you’re open to this type of relationship, and his orgasm will let you know that he’s past the “incest fear” and will be eager to play with you again.
6. Stay calm! When you catch him HE’S going to panic, but you can’t! You need to look confident, assuring him that this was no accident, you MEANT to walk in on him! If he thinks you’re shocked or uncomfortable that’s just going to reinforce the notion that “this is wrong! And he shouldn’t be doing this and you shouldn’t be there!”. Remember not to cover your nudity from him! Everything about you should be conveying sexual interest and saying you like what you’re seeing and you hope he likes what he’s seeing. You also need to remember that you’re likely more sexually experienced than him, so if a veteran is nervous then how do you think the rookie is going to feel??
So as you can imagine, Meg stepped into that shower completely naked, startling her son. He shuffled around a bit trying to hide what he was doing, but it was pointless, he was in a shower gripping his hard on. Besides it didn’t take long for his mother’s bare breasts to work their magic. She didn’t say a word, just stood there with a slight grin, staring at him. Her gaze made him uncomfortable (naturally), but this just caused him to look down from her eyes and fixate on her body. Who knows what must’ve been going through his mind. But he stood there almost obediently, allowing his mother to look over him. She looked down at his erection, which he vainly attempted to cover with his hands, And she reached out to touch it. His hands moved to his sides without her uttering the instructions, she now knew he wanted this. She circled her fingers around the shaft and squeezed, testing it’s rigidity, making sure the nervousness hadn’t caused him to soften, it hadn't. She slowly slid her grip along the smooth flesh. His eyes were on her hand. He was breathing heavily, no longer scared of being caught in the act of masturbating, but now rather, he was scared that this moment might end at any second, so he stayed silent and still. To his dismay she let go, and turned around, facing her back towards him. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the wall in front of her. She arched her back inward, sticking her butt towards him and angling it upwards, presenting her spread gnash. She still said nothing, waiting patiently, but inside she was terrified. There was no coming back if this failed. But her fears were short lived. Her son gripped her hips with both hands and she felt his cock head pressing into her. He pushed all the way in and stopped, they let out a collective gasp. He pulled back, and in her head she screamed “god no! Please don’t take it out!”, and as if her prayer was answered he slammed back in. He did this slow, hard, motion a couple more times, then His rhythm sped up quickly. The loud slapping of wet skin drowned out their groans, neither of them could hear the others moaning and lustful "yeses", but it didn't matter. His thrusts became uncontrollably rapid, almost violent. He was about to cum. No force on earth could’ve stopped him in this moment. He may have forgotten that this was his mother he was ravaging.. or maybe he was the most lucid he’s ever been, maybe the thing racing through his mind was “I’M FUCKING MY MOM!” and that’s what was causing the intensity of this pleasure. Either way, he came.. It was the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had. The force of his hips shoving his organ into his mother was enough to lift her off her feet each time. Meg hadn’t been close to climax when she realized he was nearly there, which didn’t bother her, but his increased ramming, and even the intensity of his loads shooting into her were enough to put her over the top at the last moment, and they both screamed in pleasure, as mother and son simultaneously orgasmed, the shower amplifying the sound throughout the empty house.
Meg admitted that it wasn’t a one time thing, 2 years later they are still regular lovers. But what I wanted to know more than anything, was did it ruin their mother-son relationship?? And according to Meg it hadnt. For nearly the first year they never talked about sex, they never even acknowledged it, even though they were doing it regularly. He immediately moved back home so he could have her whenever he wanted, although it was never stated. Their system was to simply do it but never speak of it.. They never even asked each other to do it. She would climb into bed with him, he would climb into bed with her, they would join one another in the showers, even around the house, he would just pull up her dress and fuck her from behind while she was in the middle of doing anything!.. Things like that. But when sex wasn’t in play they lived like normal, he still called her mom, she still told him to do chores around the house, stuff like that. Finally after a year, they actually talked about their sex life.. He was driving them across the state to go visit family for a holiday weekend, and in the car he asked for a blow job..
“so, we won’t be able to do anything until we go back home. Do you think you could give me a BJ?” It was the first time either of them had spoken of their forbidden sex life, but What’s more, it was the first time he’d hinted that he wanted a blow job. She’d given them to him as foreplay, just to get him ready to stick it in her, but that was it.
“um sure.” Was all she said. Laughing to herself at how absurd it sounded. Then she leaned over and got to work carefully pulling his tool out while he drove and sucked him off. Once he’d finished she sat back up, secretly proud of herself.
“wow thanks!” he said, “I haven’t gotten a blow job since before I moved back home.”
“what are you talking about, I do them all the time.”
“no I mean like a real full on BJ.. You know..”
“you mean where you get cum in my mouth?” she said, smirking a little.
“ya! I’ve always really liked them.. They just feel different from sex, it’s a nice change sometimes.”
“then why haven’t you asked me before?”
“I don’t know..” he said bashfully.. It was at this moment that they both realized that neither of them had ever spoken about sex with one another.
“well, I guess from now on, say when you want something.”
“oh, ok, ya I will!... You too.” They smiled at each other.
“you know if you like blow jobs so much, they’re pretty quiet, we could do that this weekend while we’re visiting."
“ya, I’d like that a lot!” They both felt proud about how mature and productive that talk had been… and from then on they would openly talk about sex, but just to one another of course.
Megs story had inspired (and aroused) me, I was more motivated than ever before to try and seduce my son. I moved forward with the intention to “ambush” him, but never found the time. Either my husband was home, or our son was out of the house. And when he was there, I could never catch him trying to do anything. It was very aggravating… Well during this time, I was still in the internet incest groups, mostly just spectating and reading others posts, when another woman reached out to ask ME questions! I got the impression that this woman was just like me, secretly looking for guidance on how to pursue a male relative. Her name was Grace, and in her case, she was 20 and wanted to sleep with her father.
We immediately bonded, Grace even lived in the same city (its a big city) .. I introduced Grace to Meg (virtually), and together we shared our thoughts and feelings on our different situations. Yes Meg was no longer trying to find out how to sleep with her son, but she was looking for people to connect with.. Other women who could relate to her incestuous attraction. We were the only ones she could talk to about it.
We suggested that Grace try the “ambush” tactic with her father, but Grace was sure he rarely, if ever masturbated, plus she didn’t live at home, so the chances of catching him were even more rare. They tried to come up with better ways for me to catch my son, Mike, but nothing was a sure thing. We were in a constant group text…
“how do I garuntee that he is masturbating at a time when his father is out and I am home?” I vented..
And then it dawned on Meg.. “he doesn’t have to be masturbating! ” She said.
“so I should just walk in to his room while he’s watching TV, take my clothes off and see what he does?” I replied sarcastically.
“no, your best odds are still if he is distracted and already in the ‘sexual mindset’, but he doesn’t necessarily have to be masturbating.. What if he was fooling around with some one else when you walked in, but on purpose, like a set up, so you knew exactly when and where they would be and you had access to the location so you could just walk in on him and get the same effect as if he was jerking of, you know, naked with a boner.”
“so like a friend of mine?” I asked.
“exactly!”
“it would take a really good friend to be willing to do this for me, plus, none of my girlfriends know that I want to do this with Mike.. And I don’t want them to!”
“honestly, I’d volunteer, sounds exciting!” Meg said, but it wasn’t realistic, she lived half way across the country.
“I can do it!” Grace chimed in. “I’m nearby, and I’d love to help! Plus it would be a welcome distraction from trying to figure out what to do about my dad.”
“well…” I stalled.
“please!” begged Grace.
My real reservations were that Grace was young and gorgeous! Of course Mike would go for her, but what if he wanted her instead of his mother?? Plus, I already didn’t like the idea of Mike screwing his cute little girlfriend every weekend, how would I feel walking in on one of my closest confidants doing him? The ladies sensed my discomfort with the idea.
“I think It’s a great idea” said Meg, “plus, they don’t need to actually have sex.”
“that’s right! I get him back to my place, we make out, he gets naked and bam! You walk in!” suggested Grace.
I smiled “ok!”, I liked this plan.
It was summer. Mike was out of school and working. Our best show was going to be the gym, he had a routine and went there the same days and times each week. Conveniently one of those was Thursday mornings when Sara was free and her husband at work. The gym was also seen as a good opportunity since Grace could be dressed in a tight little outfit making it easier to seduce him. I didn't want to wait any longer than necessary so we shot for the following week.
The day came, and I sat nervously in my car, staring at my phone, waiting for a text from Grace. My phone vibrated and I checked it frantically, it was from Meg.
“good luck today!”
“thanks.” I appreciated the thought but was a little annoyed.
I was parked in Grace’s apartment complex, in view of Grace’s door, but not close enough that Mike should notice. My phone vibrated again, it was Grace.
“headed home, eta 15min.”
I smiled. The plan had been for Grace to go to Mike’s gym, using a first time free trial.. She’d make her way around and start working out near him, I'd sent her pictures so she would recognize him. She would start flirting, then be receptive when he flirts back, and then get REALLY flirty. When she felt they'd started hitting it off she would tell him that she took an Uber there, and ask if he could give her a ride home, then insinuate that She’d ride him once they got there. It sounds stupidly obvious, so obvious in fact that Mike Should’ve been suspicious of why this beautiful girl, who he’s never met before, started overtly throwing herself at him, and then invites him back to her place for an afternoon romp less than an hour after meeting…. But then again, boys his age are dumb, regardless, it worked and he was headed here now. Sure enough 15 minutes later I saw them walking up the steps to Grace’s apartment, already kissing and getting handsy. I nearly jump out of the car thanks to excitement coupled with nervous energy.. But I waited. The plan was to give them an additional 15 minutes. Just enough time to move past the pleasantries of “oh nice place”, and make their way to the bedroom. From there Grace was going to make sure Mike got naked and HARD, and that’s where I would come in.
I got out of my car and carefully made my way to her door. I stepped lightly, not wanting to make any noise. I turned the door knob slowly, being cautious of any squeaking from the latch, I opened it and listened, nothing. I removed my shoes, leaving them outside and stepped in. I undressed completely, which was easy, all I was wearing was a light dress that I just slipped off, I wasn't even wearing panties… then I texted Grace. I heard Grace’s phone make a loud notification noise from inside the bedroom. At this point Grace will excuse herself to go put her phone in the living room so it won’t interrupt them again. Mike will be left naked, laying on the bed waiting for her to return. As planned, Grace walked out and closed the door behind her. She saw me standing there nervously and smiled. Grace was naked as well, I looked good for my age, with a great (expensive) rack, but I was twice her age and it almost made me angry seeing her perfect little body.. Grace meanwhile looked at my body and thought to herself "that's a hot mom!", she made a note to herself to tell me that later on. We couldn’t risk speaking, but Grace gave me a kiss on the cheek for encouragement.
I walked up the door and paused. There was no turning back after this point, this could be the moment that tears my family apart, or the single most arousing sexual encounter of my life… I took a deep breath and opened the door.
This was going to be the most difficult part of the plan. Once he saw that it was me Mike would immediately start to panic and try to cover up or get out of the bed, I needed to delay this reaction long enough for him to see that it was his mother, but ALSO that she was naked and essentially offering herself to him. If I could freeze him in the bed long enough to get to him and make that first contact, then I was golden, but if he jumped up and tried to get dressed or run out of the room, it would be a disaster. So to help, Grace had removed the blankets from her bed before they got there, making it harder for him to cover up. They had also gotten undressed in the living room on their way to the bedroom, meaning his clothes were no where near him.
I entered the room and closed the door, keeping my back to Mike as long as possible. He said something like “good you’re back”, but in one motion I turned around, quickly but with a sassy confidence, the way a runway model would do it, and started walking towards the bed. I had to fight the urge to move too fast, that would seem like I was scared too, and startle Mike. The room wasn’t large, so just a few steps and I was at the bed. Mike’s initial reaction when I turned was to look at my body (not a surprise). I was no 20 year old, but I was nice enough to hold his gaze until I was literally on top of him. He was laying in the middle of the bed, gripping his erect penis, probably stroking himself while he was waiting. When I reached the foot of the bed I crawled on with my hands and knees, over top of his body, it was now that his eyes and brain came into focus and he realized I wasn't Grace and it was his mother. Mike’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open, but other than that he couldn’t bring himself to react. You could tell that he probably wanted to say something in his defense, but he still wasn't sure exactly what was happening. My face on the other hand had a smile, I was known for having a bit of a “resting bitch face” even when I was happy, and I didn’t want to risk Mike thinking I was angry when I walked in, so I was over compensating with a big smile, the kind you would have when you were waiting for someone to open a gift you got them.
I was over top of him, my face directly above his hard on. I looked down, he was still holding it protectively. Without a word I lowered my head, and looked up at him.. I didn't have to say anything, his hands fell to his sides, I guess when a woman, ANY woman moves her mouth towards a guy's pecker, he let's her. I opened my lips and licked the underside of his cock head, still keeping eye contact. He gasped, almost painfully, and his prick flinched, but I kept sliding my tongue up and down that crease on the underside of his mushroom tip. I knew this teasing was torture for him, so I don't wait long, sucked his schlong into my mouth and bobbed on it for a few moments, slickening it up for what was to come next.
At this point I knew I had nothing to fear. Not a single ounce of his being wanted this to end. I lifted my head and climbed further up the bed, and sat straight up, straddling him, his prick directly underneath my cunt. I reached to my sides and took both his hands and smacked them against my chest latching each one onto a breast and squeezed. He gulped. He’s tried to see these puppies his whole post-pubescent life, fantasized about what they must look and feel like, and here they were right in front of him and without a word I was telling him they were his to play with. I let go of his hands and they stayed in place, good. I reached down and put my hands on his firm chest for support. At this moment I felt like I needed to say something, ask his permission, make sure that he was consenting guess..
"do you want mommy to sit on your dick?" yes that's exactly what I said, and with the same naughty school girl tone that I know you're all thinking of. His eyes were on mine, his mouth still open. His head seemed to be trembling, he was nodding rapidly, probably afraid that he was dreaming and if he moved his head too much he might wake up. That was all the permission I needed.
I lowered myself. I didn't need to reach down and guide him in, I could feel his oozing tip brushing against the lips of my vag, it was in the right place. The sensation of it first entering caused us both to close our eyes and gasp. I sat there for several minutes, impaled, my head tilted up, eyes still closed, just feeling completely filled my my sons manhood. I honestly may have never moved again, but I was awoken by his grip tightening on my tits. It was as if he was saying "hey wake up and fuck me!" I laughed in my head. I pressed against him, lifting myself up and falling back down with a bounce, then again, and again. Graces bed was noisy and as soon as I had a rhythm going it was squeaking along with us. It didn't matter, no one was here, she left, to avoid any awkwardness when Mike and I eventually emerged from her room. But for now I was riding my son in her bed, like a whore in a motel room.. And I loved it.
I was so ready for this moment that the anticipation itself nearly made me cum. While her bed was noisy, it was also springy, and allowed me to easily rise back up after each downward thrust. Mike was silent, still not sure he should speak or move. I on the other hand didn't care about anything else. I was sliding up and down his shaft so fast I thought we would burst into flames! I know it had only been a handful of minutes and I hated that it was going to end so soon, but I was ready to explode and I didn't want to hold it in. I screamed in rapturous delight as my body convoulsed from the waves of orgasmic bliss. I trembled and spasmed for several minutes, occasionally moving up and down his pole. Until I finally came to a stop and opened my eyes. It took them a second to adjust and for a brief moment I forgot where I was. I looked down at him, he still looked scared. I laughed.
"that was great baby.." I said with a smile, panting. "now it's your turn."
"I already got there" he said, embarrassed, "but I can go again!" his tone came hopeful.
"you can!?" I exclaimed accidentally, "I mean, when did you?"
"pretty quickly actually" ashamed.
"why didn't you say something?!"
"I was afraid you'd stop, plus you were still going."
"I was!" I said, louder than I meant to.
"but I can go again!.. If you want to."
"um, ya sure baby, that sounds great… how? I mean, how do you want to do it?"
"this is good, but can I sit up a little more? That way your boobs are in my face more." he was shy, he sounded like a boy asking his mother for a cookie, it was cute.
"ya." I got off of him so he could sit up. His semen ran out of me, and I wiped myself off with the edge of the bed sheet. He noticed.
"sorry, should I not have done that?" he asked.
"no it's fine, you're fine sweetheart." I smiled and reassured him. I climbed back on the bed and straddled him. I just realized that he was still hard, like really hard, he'd never gotten soft after blowing his first load. "you can stay hard?" I asked, reaching down and gripping it, yep it was still completely firm.
"um, ya sometimes I guess.. Definitely this time!" he said smiling like a little kid as he cupped a breast in each hand. They were right at his face level, and he wasted no time diving into my cleavage and devouring the meat. I sighed in enjoyment as he latched onto a nipple with his lips, then sighed again as I lowered myself back onto him, and rode us both to another pair or orgasms. This time he didn't try and conceal when he blew his load, and grunted and roared like bull.
As we both got dressed, we talked freely about this new development. In fact he was excited to talk about it, no shame, not too shy to ask anything.. Naturally he asked if we could do it again, I told him as much as he wanted, as long as his father didn't find out, he understood. He asked if it was OK that he came inside me, I told him I was on birth control, so we should be fine, its been working for me for years, but that in the future he should pullout if possible, He agreed. He asked about doing anal, I laughed, but admitted that
I do that with his father sometimes so yes I would let him do it sometimes too. I reminded him that his father and I are still very much in love and still have sex..This made him seem a little upset.. But that this new relationship of ours was something I wanted too, a special secret for just us to share, as long as no one else found out and no one got hurt. He liked that. I also told him that I was still his mother and he was still my son, and that he needed to respect me and that nothing could change about how we live and act as a family. He agreed that went without saying. He didn't bring up Grace which made me happy, I didn't want to go down the road of how I've talked to other women about arranging this encounter, and that we chat about incest. The fact was it happened and we were both happy about it.
Naturally I told the girls every detail, and they were thrilled for me. We were proud of ourselves for coming up with a way to help make my dream happen, and decided to name this tactic “the accomplice”, a variation of the “ambush” of course, but different since it requires a 3rd party.
I loved my life… my husband was a good man and our marriage was sweet and comfortable, but my affair with my son was so exciting and forbidden. He always behaved around his father, but I would catch him looking at me like I was a piece of meat that he couldn't wait to pounce on.. His lust for me was insatiable.. It made me feel like I was 18 again, I felt so sexy and desirable.
I also loved this bond I'd formed with Grace and Meg.. They were MY friends, no one else knew anything about them. We had a special bond. We could talk about these things that we couldn't tell anyone else, tell each other our dirty stories, and that in itself was very arousing. Then one day Grace said she'd met another woman online, in our same type of situation… And she said “I think she should join our club”, and that was it! We formed an online club, a support group of sorts, for women seeking guidance and understanding about their “taboo” sexual desires. We searched different pages and groups for women to invite, and realized that we could help some even if their situation didn't involve incest. Some admitted that they didn't really want to do anything with the person they were fantasizing about, it just helped talking about it. Some were victims of rape or sexual trauma, and they too just wanted to talk. Others had sexual needs that didn't involve incest, but they were still feelings they hadn't been able to share with others until now… you'd be amazed how much some one will open up when they're talking to people who are even more screwed up that they are! Admitting you have a thing for your teacher seems like nothing when you're explaining it to a group of women who've all sucked off a family member!
One day one of the girls online asked “who do you guys say you're talking to when your husband asks who you're messaging all the time?”
And I joked “just tell him you're chatting with the girls from your book club”, and it stuck, we started referring to our group as a book club! It's been a year and we've grown to nearly 250 members across 7 countries! That number may not seem big, but if 250 women were willing to come forward and talk about their unmentionable feelings, think of how many more must be out there!? Feeling insecure, like they're freaks just because they have kinks that might seem unacceptable to some..
And even though it was all virtual (except for Grace and I.. There were a couple other members who were in our city, and some other cities had a few members as well, none were yet willing to meet in person, which is understandable) and we were obviously very open minded, we realized we still needed to come up with rules to govern what was tolerable for our group…
NO BOYS ALLOWED.. This was a group just for women! Which presented an obstacle since we were exclusively online.. How to verify that a new member was female?? we decided to require new members to “interview” in person, through a video call call. Anonymity was paramount for all of us, so blurring or covering their face was fine, but they still needed to show us PROOF that they were female, this usually meant they flashed their coochie! It sounds very invasive, but really it was just one moment, and what lady hasn't sent nudes to someone before?? So they would have a brief conversation with myself, show me her muff, and she was in.
No one underage! This went for members AND their partners. Meaning if a woman talked about wanting to sleep with her son, he needed to be legal age too, we weren't here to help them seduce kids!
Nothing illegal! In addition to the legal age requirement, nothing else that was illegal could be discussed. If a woman says she's turned on by death, that's fine, but if she says she murdered her husband and has been sleeping next to his body, I don't want any part of that! I don't judge anyone for their fetishes but I don't want to be complicit in any crimes!
No judgment! I get it, some of the things we hear members talk about might make us laugh, or roll our eyes, or even cringe, but we need to remember that some of them feel that way about what we have to say as well. So we sort of follow a “if you don't have something nice to say then don't say anything at all” policy.
And Finally.. We don't talk about the Book Club! This was tricky because we wanted to bring in more members that could benefit from the group, but we also didn't want to tell the wrong person who may try to tell the whole world about us. We weren't doing anything illegal, but none of our ladies wanted to be revealed either. So we tried to keep the details to a minimum until new members had been vetted.
And this was the start of our “Book Club”... a place for women with socially objectionable sexual tastes to collaborate with other women with socially objectionable sexual tastes.. Maybe I'll make tee shirts! Lol