Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2004 03:34:44 -0500
From: Mark Hobbes <mhobbes@mail.com>
Subject: Bedtime

This story is a work of fiction. The characters, names, incidents,
dialogue, and plot are the products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely
coincidental.

Modern Tales of Incest I
Bedtime

	A mother walks into her son's room and turns out the light.  It's
just after ten, and time for him to go to bed.  He's twelve; she's
thirty-four.  She is still a very attractive woman, even approaching her
middle aged years.  She keeps herself in excellent physical condition, and
visits a tanning salon year-round to make sure her skin is always a deep
bronze.  He is growing up very nicely.  His long, lanky legs are starting
to appear toned and athletic.  His shoulders are starting to broaden, his
chest is getting thicker, and a solid set of abs are forming naturally.  He
still has a great amount of growing to do; the bulk of puberty has yet to
hit, including the voice change.
	The mother approaches her son on his bed and gives him a kiss on
his forehead.  "Good night, Joshua," she whispers.  He resents it when she
calls him Joshua.  His name is Josh.  It sounds stupid to add the extra two
syllables at the end.  It sounds so formal.  Josh is much cooler.
	Still, he responds politely.  "Good night, Mom," he says, his eyes
already closed.  He is tired.  A long day of sixth grade awaits him in the
morning.  His mom hovers.  She wipes a strand of his straight blond hair
out of his eyes.  She kisses his forehead again lovingly.  She runs her
hand down his bare chest and slowly rubs the skin.  She places a soft kiss
on his small freckled nose.  Her hand ventures lower.  He gets goose bumps
as she begins to rub just under his belly button with a single finger.  She
kisses him softly on the lips.  She's sitting on his bed now.  Her hand
slips inside the waistband of his turtle patterned navy blue boxers.  She
kisses him hard on the lips and tickles the smooth skin at his pubic
region.
	He weakens.  His dick is throbbing and sticking straight out.  He
puts his arms around his mother and opens his mouth for their next kiss.
He feels her tongue in his mouth.  He hugs her to him.  She's on top of him
now, her hands holding his head while they kiss.  His hands run down her
back and stop at her butt.  He squeezes her cheeks through her tight jeans,
and begins to pet her there.  Her tongue is down his throat now, and he's
doing everything he can to keep up with her.
	She finally breaks the kiss.  Together they hastily remove her
clothes.  His boxers are thrown aside into the heap.  Naked, they wrestle
for position on the bed, kissing hungrily all the while.  She ends up on
top again; she's still stronger for now.  He whimpers as she begins her
descent down his body.  She doesn't miss a spot.  She sucks on his throat.
She licks his still hairless armpits.  She nibbles his nipples gently.  She
scatters a dozen kisses over his body on her journey from his chest to his
torso.
	When she reaches his cock, it's pointing at her face lopsidedly;
it's bulging out at full length, and looking quite rigid.  She kisses the
slit lightly.  He moans and begins to pet her hair.  She kisses it again on
the same spot, and begins to rub his balls.  He moans loudly and begs her
to blow him.  She starts licking.  She raises his legs in the air and
tongues his prostate.  He groans as he feels her tongue slip inside his
butt.  She licks up and down his crack until he's squirming uncontrollably,
and then without warning consumes his penis.  She works it expertly,
sliding her finger into his crack where her tongue had previously been.
She bobs up and down on his penis while pushing her finger in and out of
his butt in synchronized rhythm.  Josh hasn't opened his eyes in several
minutes.  He just squirms in delight, completely unable to feel anything
but sheer pleasure.  In a second he's going to explode in her mouth.
She'll drink what comes out, they'll kiss for a lit
 tle bit, and then he'll get to suck her tits and fuck her.  He might fuck
her twice before she goes back to her bed.  They've even done it three
times once.
	It hits him suddenly.  His whole body shudders and a high-pitched
squeak comes out of his throat as he blows his load.  She greedily sucks it
all out of him, and then with a dull pop lets his penis fall out of her
mouth.  She caresses his smooth cheek as they catch their breath.  "You're
getting so big," she whispers to her little boy proudly.  He smiles as she
hugs him.  He grabs her breasts and begins to squeeze them gently.  He's
still horny and ready for what's next.  She laughs and kisses him hard.  He
rolls on top of her and sticks his stiff cock inside of her.  She loves it
and moans in approval as he begins to thrust himself in and out.  She rubs
his back while he does it and kisses his lips.  He's going full throttle;
she's in heaven.  She wants him to lick her pussy afterwards.  She wants
him to clean up all the juices they've made tonight.  Then she wants him to
fuck her again.
	He doesn't yet know that sometimes going slow makes for a better
finish.  He is pumping her as hard as he can, racing to the end.  He gets
there, collapses into her arms, and pants heavily.  They were joined
together for just three minutes, but the experience is perfect for both of
them.  She loves her son's passionate love-making.  She rubs the smooth
skin on his back and runs her fingers through his hair while they catch
their breath.  He would tell her when he was ready.
	Moments of silence pass as mother and son lay together on the bed.
He is still on top of her, and she is still holding him.  Soon he is ready
to go again.  He signals this by tenderly kissing her breasts.  She closes
her eyes and moans.  He is often sweet and gentle in the immediate minutes
after their fuck.  She feels his tongue emerge from his mouth as he works
the nipples into an erect state.  He puts a breast into his mouth and sucks
it softly.
	The passion hits the ceiling again as he kisses her lower.  He is
now cupping her breasts with his soft hands, placing kisses on her nicely
toned stomach.  She spreads her legs for him as his mouth reaches her
torso, and he loses sight of everything but her pussy.  He dives into it
and begins lapping up their combined semen.  It's mostly hers, and it
tastes great to him.  He eats her out just as she's taught him to.  He
pauses to work his finger inside her, massaging her clitoris patiently.
She grunts and presses into his finger.  He inserts another one and
continues his efforts.  She's already losing control of herself.  He adds
his tongue to the mix and is now causing waves of pleasure to ripple
throughout her body.  She feels his lips smack all over her pussy; he's
making out with it as if he would her mouth.  Instinctively, she places a
hand gently at the back of his head and pushes his face harder into her.
She is grinding against him, her freshly shaved pussy smashed
  against his face.  He loves it, and continues to lick wildly.
	Finally, she relents and orgasms for the second time of the night.
He knows his work is done, and he crawls back up her body and lays on her
again.  Their lips touch and immediately open to swallow each other's
tongues.  Their tongues taste like each other's special places.  She
wrestles with him while they kiss and forces herself back on top.  "One
more time, baby," she coos, and straddles him while he plays with her
breasts again.  He nods and tweaks her nipples.  He places his hands on her
firm butt and strokes her cheeks.  He brushes his fingers down her crack,
and she smiles at him.  She gets the hint.
	She gets up momentarily and then sits on his chest facing away from
him.  She begins to carefully manipulate his stiff penis.  She doesn't want
him to have another orgasm yet; she just wants to tease.  She lifts her
butt off his chest and holds it in front of his face while she plays with
his cock.  He leans in and inhales the fragrance of his mother's ass.  It's
always turned him on more than her pussy for some reason.  He kisses her
left cheek, and then her right.  He rubs her crack with a single finger,
and then places his tongue there, running it up and down.  She squeezes his
penis and begins to jack him off.  He reciprocates by pushing his tongue
inside her ass, finding her tight little hole and licking it.  He uses his
hands to spread her cheeks and gain more access.  He is boldly eating out
her asshole now, and enjoying it even more than their previous act.  She
allows him to do it until she can't wait any longer for another bout of
love-making.
	She is back on top of him in a second, their tongues adjoined,
their sex organs aligned.  She pulls her mouth away from his, the taste of
her own asshole lingering in her mouth, and looks at his sweet, young face.
"We'll go a little slower this time."  He nods and braces himself for the
ride; she's going to be the one on top this time.  He places his arms
around her back and starts thrusting upwards into her vagina.  She is in
control of their tempo, though, and keeps their rocking to a steady, slow
pace.  Their tongues never lose contact with each other.  She licks his
lips, momentarily ending their kiss, and focuses on his neck, where she
nibbles on the skin and then begins to suck.  The spot she sucked on
earlier is now a prominent hickey, and she's going to give him another one
just a few inches to the right.  He strokes her back and hugs her against
him as they fuck.  They've already doubled their previous time.  She wants
him inside of her for another few minutes stil
 l, but she knows he can't possibly last much longer.
	She again licks his lips, and his tongue meets hers outside his
mouth for the first time all night.  They lick each other's tongues without
kissing, and then he pushes his lips against hers and takes control.  She
picks up the pace and begins to rock harder on top of him.  He groans and
sweats.  She licks it off of his chest and kisses his nipples.  He giggles,
and they begin to lose control.  He's seconds away from his orgasm, so she
forces herself to speed up, closing her eyes as she reaches her climax with
him.  She moves her hips in small, quick movements to finish them off, and
then slowly rolls off him.  She reaches over and strokes his smooth
stomach, rewarding him for his fine performances.
	He crawls on top of her and kisses her again.  They kiss without
tongues in short quick smacks, and then she gently removes him, rising out
of his bed and putting her clothes back on.  He watches from underneath his
covers, his penis throbbing from all the action but completely soft.  She
zips up her jeans, fully dressed now, and leans back down to him.  "Good
night, Joshua," she whispers, giving him a motherly kiss on his lips.
There is no passion in this kiss, and she leaves the room on that note.
She closes the door behind her.  He smiles in the dark, and then falls into
a hard sleep.

	In the morning he rises at half past six.  He takes a thorough
shower, cleansing himself in all places.  His smooth, tan skin is shiny and
fresh as he dresses in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and heads to the
kitchen.  He takes his seat at the table next to his little sister, across
from his father who has the newspaper held out in front of him.  His
mother, wearing only her white terrycloth robe, is preparing them a modest
breakfast.  She only does it on Wednesday mornings because she says it's
the hardest day of the week.  Josh thinks they're all the same: a blur of
terrible days that eventually result in the weekend.
	His mother slides him a plate with biscuits and gravy, scrambled
eggs, and a piece of toast with strawberry jam on it and smiles at him.
She leans in extra low as she gives him his breakfast so he can catch a
glimpse of her chest.  She is not wearing a bra, and Josh becomes aroused
at the sight of his mother's breasts.  This brief exchange goes completely
unnoticed by the other two occupants of the table.  Their private
relationship is well hidden.
	She puts together the last plate, this one for herself, and takes
her seat adjacent to Josh.  As the family eats their breakfast in relative
silence, she carefully chooses her opportunities and rubs his left thigh
whenever possible.  He is rock hard through the whole meal, and when it
comes time for him to catch his bus, he is afraid to get up.  His mother,
unconcerned, shushes him out the door, giving him a quick hug.  "Have a
good day," she calls out to him as the door shuts.  She can't wait for him
to get home.

Thanks for reading.  Send any comments to:  mhobbes@mail.com
Check out Modern Tales of Incest II and III:
II -- Seth (Gay Incest)
III -- Vacation (Gay Incest)


Copyright 2004 Mark Hobbes