Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2016 18:00:01 +1000 From: Joseph Hammond Subject: Oedipus got lucky Part 1 Oedipus Got Lucky Part 1. How did it start? Well in my case it was because of a strange attraction, there was this other boy at school that I wasn't even friendly with yet somehow, we perfectly satisfied each other - sexually. It all started quite tamely, I think one of us found the other masturbating quietly somewhere and after watching for a bit decided it would be fun to help out. From that accidental encounter meetings became planned, and frequent. At first we'd rely on those little glossy magazines for stimulation - the ones with naked girls posing with legs spread and breasts thrust out but over time these seemed to become redundant. For me it was a delightful turn on just to run my hands over my little friend's body, easing his pants down to see him stand there half naked.....I also remember the first time I drew him to me and slipping my hands beneath his shirt caressed his back - image how startled I was when he began to tense up and shake as I did so? I suppose it was about then that we realised the true nature of our relationship. Inevitably I suppose we graduated from mutual masturbation - although the orgasms were intense I for one felt there was more to be experienced and looking at the firm swell of my partner's pert buttocks I knew what I wanted...the question was, how to set about it? The first attempt was failure, partial failure at least. My lover was a smaller boy and I made the mistake of penetrating him without lubricant.....he was not amused and to atone I bent over and invited him to have a go. His penis although in reality a lovely little handful felt swollen out of all proportion as he entered me, grimly I made not a sound as he proceeded to pleasure himself, the burning sensation was intense yet I clenched teeth until it was over. After we were both lost in thought, he dwelling upon the intensity of the new experience and I, I pondered the means of getting into him. Soon after this the solution presented itself - finesse...and Vaseline, which we also found tended to prolong the act. There we had two adolescent boys, highly sexed, with access to video technology and relative freedom to indulge themselves - so who had the idea of filming us in the sex act? Without a third party it became a matter of assuming optimal positions for the camera, it was fun and it also made me fully appreciative of my partner's attractions, with back arched and hips up thrust he looked sensational particularly when erect! Fortunately we didn't lack the time or the place for such artistic productions, my mother worked late some days and his father tended to keep similar hours, both were sole parents. Occasionally and just for titillation we would take out a tape and settling together half naked we would masturbate as we watched ourselves...occasionally I'd tease with comments such as "God...wish I were him....just look at the way the other one is playing with himself as he's getting fucked......hey - it's turning me on......how about it?" and pretty soon after, we'd both have hands roaming over each other's bodies, then the slap of flesh against flesh and the sounds of heavy breathing. I suppose it was after one such episode that I grew careless...and left a DVD of that session out on the lounge. Mother was a somewhat sad and lonely soul, seemingly ineffectual yet trying her utmost to keep a home for us. Actually I helped out rather more than you would expect of the typical adolescent for which she seemed pathetically grateful. I never discovered why my father had left her but sadly, could hazard a guess - perhaps he needed some excitement in the relationship? But late one evening things changed. The knock on my door was unusual but in she came, determinedly clutching a DVD. "Dear...I need to talk...yes I found this and got curious...yes I watched it and I know it's your private thing so sorry - BUT - here's the difficult bit for me. Do you ever well, do things with girls?" I was taken aback rather, so far sex had been terrific, in fact just thinking of it was having an effect on me 'down there' and I'd never really bothered to consider 'girls' - why should I, when I was getting all I needed? "Er, no Mum....no chance of getting anyone pregnant either...sorry, bad joke...." Mum thought for a bit and in the silence I caught myself examining her...Mum was a girl after all and what would...surprising myself I felt my penis hardening further. Poor Mum, she looked so miserable sitting on the bed beside me, plainly at a loss for words. On impulse I sat up and put an arm around her waist, she didn't pull away, it was a perfectly innocent move so why should she? When Mum began to quietly cry I was at a loss, at first overcome by guilt I assumed her distress was brought on by my....well 'deviant' behaviour, the shock it could have caused, so helplessly I just held her close and hoped things would blow over and to see if it would help I sheepishly muttered "sorry Mum". She paused as if in surprise...then blurted out "Oh no dear! Not your fault...not what you were doing, not that...just that you both sort of - have each other, aside from that sex thing, it's different - that's all - but you see, I don't have anything....no fun too shy and I'm so lonely....that's all...I only came to talk in case...in case you had problems with sexuality or whatever..." Just then several thoughts flashed into being: I wasn't in trouble; Mum was the one in trouble, I'd selfishly ignored her, taken things for granted and all the time, she'd only been looking out for me...Then on another level I also realised that my arm was encircling a slim waist and warm body, involuntarily I pulled her closer. We sat there in silence and then Mum turned her face up as if to question something, so I kissed her, just like that - it seemed so natural. I noticed the tears lingering and carefully kissed each of her eyes, she didn't resist. "You asked me about girls Mum....well, there's one girl I like cuddling, she's the first one in fact....so long as she doesn't mind...." I kissed her again and this time she responded, cautiously. "It's nice being close to you like this Mum....so....you're my girl now..." Again we kissed "I'd like you to be my girl friend if that's OK....?" The next kiss lingered and I felt her lips part - I'd only done this with a boy before and noticed how much softer she seemed....and shyly her tongue poked in. Nuzzling Mum's neck I muttered "Aren't I the lucky boy then?" There was a pause and then she broke her silence...."I guess it's OK dear, we're both a bit different and you know something, it feels so CLOSE being together like this, not wrong at all - it's nice isn't it and it's not as if we're hurting anyone either...yes, I can be your girl friend, for as long as you like..." Just then I noticed her fiddling with her blouse, the top buttons undone the neck parted and I glimpsed the swell of tiny breasts above her bra.....my penis was now rock hard and it was for my mother and strangely it felt - so RIGHT! The blouse opened and she sat there anxiously "They're so small dear....but if you like...here, just unclip this....".