Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2022 17:25:31 -0500 From: Hugo Dan Subject: Becoming the man of the house - Bisexual - Incest - chapter 1 You must be 18 to read this story, I hope you like it, I would love to hear from you. Is good to support all creators and the spaces created for them to share their work, consider donating to nifty if you have enjoyed numerous hours of kinky fun. https://donate.nifty.org/ This story is based on a reddit AMA. I have dramatized it according to questions asked to the protagonist, many facts are real, to the point where the protagonist was sincere and I have filled some gaps with kinky situations. - I remember it as if it were yesterday, my first time. The room was dark, the faint light from the street was coming in through the window, I was lying in bed and her hand was caressing me just like many other nights. But something felt different, her soft fingers caressed my chest, my abdomen and immediately went to take my young penis. It was already hard, and she began to rub it, I stayed lying down and moaned, if she could see me, she would watch as my eyes rolled back and my mouth remained open. Then she told me that we would do something different that night. She asked me to lay on top of her, I did it slowly, leaning with my hands and arms outstretched, then she took my penis and guided it to her pussy, it was the first time I felt her inner wetness and warmth. That night, I lost my virginity to my mother. My name is Dylan, and that first experience happened when I was 12 years old. I am currently 23, the age my mother was when she had me. Looking back, I know it was wrong, and many things that happened, shouldn't have, but I don't blame her, I only have pleasant memories of those years. I don't justify her actions, but maybe you can understand her a little more with my story. My father died when I was 10 years old. They were an ordinary couple, they met in high school and eventually married, he was a good father, that's how I remember him, although I also remember the fights and arguments they had, and being a middle class family, money was often the issue. The situation became more difficult after his death, my mother sold our house and we moved to a smaller one, my mother saved some of the money left from our home and some of what she got from the life insurance and wisely planned to use it little by little to survive. Our life was filled with sadness, mom cried all the time, and I didn't have much motivation for school or anything else, although over time things got better, at least for me they did. The house we moved into was very small, it only had one bedroom, which I shared with mom, it had a small living room, kitchen and a bathroom. Privacy was not a problem, being still a boy I had no problem sharing everything with her, and modesty was non-existent, she still bathed me and helped scrub my young body. I remember the first few times having erections during the bath, she didn't even flinch, she would just apply soap on my hardness and move on to the next thing. That's why I was never embarrassed or shy when after 11 I started to feel a certain urge to touch my private parts. I started to scratch myself more than usual and focus on how it felt when I touched myself in a certain gentler way, but she didn't seem to like that, she didn't scold me, but she would ask me to do something different or start talking about anything, always with a more serious approach. Later I understood that for her, these activities announced that her little boy was growing up, and in the absence of my father, it was not pleasant for her to deal with the idea of losing me. One night when I was having a little more trouble sleeping, my young hand slipped under my underwear, I massaged my small dick and I began to have a growing sensation of pleasure, I turned to see my mother in bed, she was asleep so I continued, such was the sensation of pleasure that suddenly I had my briefs down halfway down my thighs, at 11 I didn't know what masturbation was or what the best technique was, I simply limited myself to caressing myself, it was then that, perhaps because I moved too much without realizing it, that my mother woke up. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing...", I answered somewhat agitated, and remembered that I had my underwear down, I quickly put the briefs on correctly. "Dylan? What's wrong?", she straightened up and turned on the lamp on her nightstand. It was then that she caught a glimpse of my young body lying on the bed, and the tent in my underwear. She stood watching for a moment, and I remained silent, somewhat embarrassed without knowing why, "Were you...?", Then I put my small hands on my erection, "No", she then exclaimed, hesitating for a moment how to react, "Don't cover...", she said, "It's a normal thing", I stood watching her, "Everyone... all boys do it..." After that night, I didn't hesitate to continue exploring the sensations that touching my private parts gave me, and it became a habit that I didn't stop for some time. Until one night, months later, when I had developed a technique of my own, where I would wrap my hand around my small penis, without clenching my fist, and move it up and down, I looked down at my side as I was doing it vigorously and met my mother's attentive gaze. I stopped dead in my tracks. I froze for a moment, though my heart was beating fast. "Dylan, keep going, don't stop," she said. "I'm sorry mom." "For what?" "For waking you up." She laughed, "You think this is the first time you've woken me up? Every night it's like an earthquake on the bed honey" "Oh...," I felt chagrined. "I'm not mad Dylan, keep going...", and so I began to masturbate with my mom's permission and watchful eye. Every night before bed I did it, but I no longer had to wait until she was asleep, but when we went to bed I would simply pull down my underwear and do it. Many times it was while she was getting ready for bed, others while she was watching her night TV show. Sometimes I would go to bed and she would still be cleaning the kitchen or doing the laundry, and it didn't feel the same, I would wait for her to go to bed to jerk off, part of my ritual was her company, it made me feel good. I was living a normal teenage life, going to school and playing sports, especially soccer. One weekend when there was a tournament I came home extremely tired, mom sent me to take a shower and then I would go to bed. I lay naked in bed feeling exhausted, my mother, who was sitting next to me watching TV, chuckled and said, "What, you're not playing with your little friend tonight? Too tired?" she asked teasingly. A few weeks before, I asked my mom about her comment on "all boys do it", she reaffirmed it by also saying that it was something that was done in the privacy of the home and that it might not be very polite to discuss it with others. "Mom... and only boys do it?", I asked then, "Or adults too?", she confirmed that everyone at all, "So, did dad do it?", she hesitated for a moment and answered that probably my dad did it at my age, and although as an adult he could do it, he preferred not to. "Why?", I was very curious, "Well, it's just that your dad preferred... that I do it for him...", at that moment I thought nothing but longing for my dad, I knew that married adults preferred to do things together. Back to that night when I was exhausted from the soccer tournament, which my team won by the way, I was in bed completely naked, and remembering a bit about that chat with mom and it occurred to me to say, "I wish I had someone to do it for me", I said it with such innocence that I didn't think it was bad, but in my mother it planted a seed that in time would germinate a different relationship between us. I fell asleep immediately, but my mother stayed awake for another hour, my words were going around in her head, I had expressed an innocent desire without even thinking about morality or the consequences. For her, it was an idea distorted by the intimacy and little modesty that existed between us, so she turned off the light of her lamp and tried to sleep. I awoke gasping and looking into the gloom, I felt a warmth tucking me in and holding me steady, while in my crotch a huge familiar but elevated pleasure. "Sh...," my mother whispered, then I realized that this warmth came from her, from her closeness. Her soft hand manipulated my member, she did it skilfully, better than I had learned so far at my young age, I moaned when I felt her fingers squeeze the head of my penis and gently move down to the base. I must admit that by then my penis was small, like that of any other teenager my age. My mother continued, and I let myself, pressed my face against her chest and stifled the most intense dry orgasm I had ever had. "Go back to sleep Dylan," she said, getting out of bed looking for something to wipe up the clear liquid that had been expelled from me. From that day on, I took every opportunity I had to have my mom take care of me, yes, have her masturbate me, and that is because my young, inexperienced hand was outmatched by her soft, well-moisturized skin. At first I didn't know how to tell her and I limited myself to occasionally mentioning how tired I felt, but eventually it was no longer necessary, I would simply lie down next to her showing my erection, she would lean next to me and give me a handjob, then we would both sleep peacefully cuddling. But how did it all escalate? How did it come to the point where my teenage penis penetrated my mother? A week after my twelfth birthday, mom and I were walking in the supermarket, grabbing from the aisles the things we needed, not paying attention to our surroundings, and then a voice interrupted us, it was an old acquaintance, a friend of my dad's. He and my mom greeted each other, and he asked how she was doing, my mom just said what people want to hear, that she was fine, despite still feeling sad every day about her husband's absence. "Is this Dylan?" he asked a little in awe, "Wow, he is so tall," she exclaimed, "You look more like him every day, you know that?", I did nothing but nod, then the man said goodbye, "Take care of your mom, you're the man of the house now," and ruffling my dirty blonde hair he walked away. Remembering my father made mom very sad, and maybe that day it was more because of running into my dad's friend. That night I didn't dare ask her for anything when I noticed his watery eyes, I just tried to sleep. It was then that his caresses woke me up. It wasn't the first time it had happened that way, and there was no way I was going to refuse, on the contrary, my little dick got hard right away. But things didn't happen as usual, my mom started to tell me, "Dylan... today I would like to try something... another kind of caresses... another way to express our affection between us...", I nodded without her being able to see me, but I let her go on and she took it as an answer. My mom has always looked younger than she is, and she has always had a nice body figure, she pulled me towards her and made me get on top, my young body settled perfectly between her legs, she indicated that I should lean with my hands on the mattress, I still didn't understand what was going to happen, then I felt her hand grab my dick, then she directed it towards her and I felt how the tip brushed a soft and wet area, I shivered at the touch, then her hand squeezed my right buttock and made me get closer. It was a unique sensation, I was entering her, I didn't know what to do, so I stayed for a moment pressed against her, then she instructed me to move. It was a brief experience, and immediately I collapsed on top of her, I hugged her tightly, feeling how my pee like transparent liquid deposited inside my mother, she began to cry which puzzled me, "What happened mom?", but she did not answer, "Did I do something wrong?", She immediately answered no, that I had not done anything wrong, that I was an excellent son, that the only thing was that she missed my father very much, to which I replied, "Don't worry mom, I will take care of you, now I am the man of the house".