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   I had the best mom ever.  And I do mean ever.  I was an only child until
I was seven or so, when my mom and dad had my baby sister, Angel.  Sure, I
got jealous about having to share my parents when before I had them all to
myself, but right around when I turned ten, my mom realized they had been
paying all their attention to her, and she started playing basketball with
me.  Now, most guys would be embarrassed to practice basketball with their
moms, but it never really bothered me.  I got to spend time with my mom,
and I got good enough to get on the fifth and sixth grade basketball team.
Being taller than the sixth graders didn't hurt either.

   From the beginning of that year, everyone could tell our team was the
best my school had seen in a long time.  Up until then, they would usually
win one or two, but in a regular season of fifteen games, that kind of
record didn't win any trophies.  Our first year, we won all but one of the
games, and we only lost that because Josh got busted kissing a girl and he
got grounded by his parents.  I asked him about it after we graduated high
school, and he admitted that it had been a little more than kissing - he
had been caught trying to undo her training bra too.

   Of course, other things were happening around that time that plays a
part, too.  My school would always teach sex ed in the fifth grade, and of
course my team mates would always talk about the cute girls and the hot
women.  I think it was after practice about a week before our first game
when we were supposed to bring a picture of a naked woman to show to the
other guys.  Not everyone was able to find one of a fully naked woman, but
most were able to bring an underwear ad or something like that.  Only one
guy found a Playboy magazine, and that was passed around the locker room. I
didn't get to see it at first, because I couldn't even find an underwear ad
around the house, and was told that if I couldn't find something, I would
never get to see it.  Out of desperation I looked around the house that
night, but the only thing I could find was an old picture of my mom wearing
a bikini.

   Hoping that would be enough, I snuck it out of the house and showed it
to the guys the next day.  I thought they would say it wasn't good enough,
and I would never see the Playboy, but that's not what happened.  "Holy
cow," one kid said.  "Who's the babe?"

   I thought he was kidding so I didn't answer until I realized the entire
team was standing around us, eyes glued to the picture, and the Playboy was
sitting on the bench all alone.  "Its my mom," I said, expecting to be
teased for bringing the picture in, but instead they all started staring at
me.  Finally the kid who called her a babe asked a question that led to my
life changing forever.

   "Dude, have you ever seen her naked?"

   Of course, I denied it - after all, what kind of son would I be if I
tried seeing my mom naked.  "If I lived with that babe, I'd be checkin her
out no matter who she was."

   The protesting murmur I expected never started.  Instead, every single
one of them nodded in agreement, looking at me like I was the crazy one. 
I'm not sure who ended up keeping that picture, but after that day I never
saw it again.  The question, though, started echoing in my mind until I
couldn't think of anything but trying to see mom naked.  Every time I heard
the shower running I wanted to burst through the door.  I wanted to run
into my parents room every time she went in there just in case she was
changing her clothes.  I didn't really get to see much until a few nights
later.  I was trying to sleep and I heard a squeaking sound along with
moaning coming from mom and dad's room.  I tip toed to the door and quietly
opened it just a little.

   At first I couldn't see anything, because their room was completely
dark. I started seeing my dad standing at the foot of his bed, and he was
sort of moving his butt back and forth, and then I realized he must be
doing mom!  I tried as hard as I could to see, but all I could make out was
moms legs wrapped around dad.  Then they switched, mom getting on her hands
and knees (at first I was afraid she would notice the door not being closed
all the way, but she turned the other way, and all I caught a glimpse of
between her legs, but in all honesty, I saw more in the picture than in the
room.  Dad started at her again, and I watched with eager anticipation, but
all that I dared watch was until dad's back arched, mom pushed back, and
both of them made a lot of noise.  It looked like they were going to turn
around, so I softly closed the door and went to my room and stroked off.

   The basketball season went smoothly that year, and that's how the
question managed to change my life.  We made it to state finals, and I had
thought dad would take me, but for some reason, mom volunteered.  I had no
complaints, of course, so I went on a long overdue, never really expected
trip with my hot mom.

   The trip there was awesome.  The roads hadn't been fixed from over the
winter, and mom's boobs spent most of the trip bouncing, and I spent most
of the trip watching.  Of course I had to look away every time mom looked
at me, but that was a rare thing.

   Finally, we arrived in the city where the finals were being held.  It
was far enough away that we had to get a hotel room for the night before
the game.  The other team tried cheating their way to a win without even
playing, but mom ruined that for them.  When we got back to the hotel for
the night, and walked into the room after mom, I realized that it was only
one room, and mom would be sleeping in the same room as me!

   I hadn't gone to bed at nine for years, but that night I lay down early,
hoping that mom would sort of forget I was there and get changed in the
room with me.  Of course it didn't happen, but I did get a good look at her
in a shirt and panties before she turned off the light.  I didn't see much,
but what I saw kept me awake for hours.

   The next morning, mom woke up and got dressed before I woke up, so I
missed out on watching her get dressed.  We got a call from the basketball
guys, something about not having the game because of weather, but I don`t
think mom believed it, and it was a good thing, because when we got to the
gym, the other team was ready to go.

   Well, we played the game, and the dweebs didn't stand a chance. 
Everyone was in a good mood when we got back to the hotel, and the parents
all went out and partied, telling all us kids to stay in the hotel.  I
didn't really care, cause mom gets a little wierd when she drinks, and I
was sort of tired out from the game.  I lay down almost as soon as I got to
the room, and I slept on mom's side of the bed.  I know it sounds wierd,
but I loved the smell of her hair on the pillow, and it made me go to sleep
fast.

   It was dark when I woke up.  I heard mom come in, and I peeked at her as
she walked around the room.  I could smell the beer across the room, and
when she peeled her shirt and pants off and threw them toward the door, I
realized this might be gold.  I watched as she walked to the bathroom in
her bra and panties, and then heard the shower turn on.  I snuck across the
room and eased the door open.  The shower curtain was solid yellow, so I
really couldn't see anything, but I took a chance and peeked around the
edge of the curtain.  Lucky me, mom was in the middle of washing her hair,
and was facing away from the showerhead directly at me.  Oh, and her eyes
were closed.  I couldn't help but stare at her bare boobs, now closer than
I had ever seen them.  I watched them jiggle as she soaped her hair, then
watched as the water poured down them and off her pointy nipples.  She
turned around and rinsed the shampoo off her face, and I saw her butt close
up for the first time.

   I snuck back to the bed and lay down before mom got out of the shower. I
wanted to watch for longer, but I really didn't want to get caught.  I
peeked through my eyelids as she walked in to the room, and I noticed she
was wearing panties and a t-shirt, both of which looked real thin to me. 
Even through my squinted eyes I could see the dark spots on her boobs.  I
watched as closely as I could without opening my eyes all the way until she
turned off the light and climbed into her bed.

   I waited a while until I heard her start to snore, then I crawled into
bed with her.  I snuggled up against her and waited until her breathing
settled before moving up against her.  I rubbed against her butt until I
started squirting in my underwear.  Now, I don't know about you, but I can
squirt my stuff quite a lot before my pecker goes soft.

   I took my pecker out of my underpants and put it against mom's panties
and started rubbing it against the cloth.  I'd never felt that kind of heat
before, and almost immediately I started squirting all over her panties
again.  My pecker still didn't go down, so I pushed forward again, and I
actually felt mom's panties rip as my pecker went through them and into her
butt crack.  I had started rubbing my pecker between her butt cheeks when
her breathing changed, but I noticed she didn't say anything, so I figured
she was either still asleep or she thought I was dad, so I reached around
and under her shirt, and I got my first feel of a real boob.

   I lost it again, and pushed against her, squirting my squirt on her
panties, and that was when mom spoke.  "Honey, I think we should talk."

   Oh, shit, I'm dead now," I thought, but then realized she didn't sound
angry, so I figured if I talk like I didn't know what was going on, I might
not get in trouble at all.  "Whatcha wanna talk about, mom?"

   "Don't you think we should talk about what just happened?"

   Deciding to go all innocent, I said "Rubbing is fun, isn't it?"

   "Honey, what you're calling rubbing is called sex if you do it with
someone else, and you're too young to even think about sex."

   Of course I knew that - hell, every kid in my class knew that much. 
Innocent, though, right?  "I thought sex was when I put my willie into your
kitty," I said, reaching down and grabbing her panties over her privates.
The heat I felt made me push my hips forward, but I didn't really expect
her to pull away from my hand, and suddenly, my pecker was in a HOT tight
place.

   HOLY CRAP!!!  I had never even imagined anything feeling that good, and
I moved my hand back to mom's privates, but my hand somehow went underneath
her panties.  My hand immediately found a hot, wet fold in her skin, and
when I curled my fingers around it, the middle two fingers actually went
inside my mom.  That feeling was almost a distant second at the moment. 
The hot feeling on my pecker took up all of my concentration as I began t
move my hips like I saw dad do it.  It felt so good I squirted inside my
mom's butt hole over and over again, not wanting to stop.

   I felt mom twitch, both with my fingers and my pecker, and I squirted
again, but almost immediately, mom pulled my hand out of her panties and
moved away from me.  My pecker felt good, but a little lonely, when mom
stood up.

   "We really need to talk now," she said, then shook her head.  "Honey,
you shouldn't have done that."

   "But mom, that was a million times better than rubbing by myself!"

   "But you're too young to do that kind of thing, especially with your own
mom," she said.

   "I'm not too young," I started, but she cut me off.

   "Society says you are, and if anyone found out about what we did, I
would be in a lot of trouble.  What happened, happened and there's no
changing that, but this has got to be only tonight." She looked toward the
bathroom.  "I think I need a shower - you made quite a mess."

   She walked into the bathroom, not closing the door all the way, and I
saw her get undressed through the crack in the door.  She stepped into the
shower and turned the water on, not looking once at the gapped open door. I
got up out of bed and snuck into the bathroom, peeling off my unders and
shirt as I went, and stepped naked into the tub.

   I really don't think mom even knew I was there at first.  She was
standing in the shower with the water running down her back and her head
against the wall under the showerhead.  I saw her scrub thing, put some
soap on it and started washing mom's back.

   She jumped as I started washing.  "What do you think you're doing,"" she
gasped, not turning around.

   "I got you messy, I'll clean you up," I said, not adding that I would do
anything to get a closer look at her naked body.

   "Well, this is going to be something else that you can never tell
anyone," she said.

   I washed her back, and worked my way to her butt.  "Did I hurt you
here?" I said, running my finger down her butt crack.

   "No, you didn't hurt me," she said, her hips twitching forward, ""and I
wish you'd stop doing that." I left her butt and washed the backs of her
legs.

   "Ok, turn around, mom," I said.

   "I think I can wash my front myself, young man," she said.

   "I could too," I said, standing up.  I made sure my hard pecker brushed
against her butt as I stood up.

   "You're hard again?""

   "Well," I answered truthfully, "I didn't get soft yet."

   Mom turned around.  "You haven't gone soft yet?  After all the times
you..."

   I shook my head and started scrubbing her chest and boobs.  She seemed
to be staring at my pecker and not paying much attention to what I was
scrubbing.  I washed her boobs and then worked down past her stomach and
finally got a close look at her privates.  My friends kept calling it a
pussy, but it didn't really look much like a cat to me, so I just chalked
it up to things that they pretended to know.

   She had a small strip of hair on the lowest part of her belly, and it
looked like it pointed to the folds I had put my fingers in.

   "We really shouldn't be doing this," mom gasped, her knees trembling.

   "I've been thinking about that.  You said that tonight was going to be
the only time, but tonight isn't done yet, and I promise not to tell
anyone, ever." As I said this, I watched my finger slip back into the
folds, and I pushed in as far as my finger could reach.  Mom groaned and
let her head rest on the shower wall as I worked my finger in and out of
her body like I had my pecker earlier.  I could feel the muscles inside the
folds squeeze against my finger, and I put another finger in.

   I worked my fingers inside mom, making her shudder and shake, and
suddenly she put her foot on the tub faucet.  I could clearly see between
her legs, and I watched, fascinated, as my fingers went in and out of my
mom's body.  I stood up, keeping my fingers inside her, and watched her
boobs as they rose and fell with her panting breath.  Her boobs looked so
cool I leaned forward and clamped my mouth over her nipple.  She started
panting even more, almost collapsing against the wall.

   After a few minutes, I straightened out, looking at mom's body leaning
against the wall, and felt the pressure against my fingers, and realized
how we were standing.  I took my fingers out of her folds and grasped my
pecker.  I leaned my hips forward slowly until the tip of my pecker was
touching the hole in the folds my fingers had been in.  I pressed forward,
and my pecker slowly disappeared into my mom's body.

   I thought my pecker going into my mom's butt hole had been the best
feeling ever, but this feeling was much better than that.  I put my hands
to either side of her body and started pumping into her.  I had just
started squirting into her when her eyes opened and she saw that my pecker
was squirting inside her.  I thought I was dead.

   Instead, she reached her arms around me and grabbed my butt, pulling me
further inside her.  Encouraged, I started pumping again until I had
squirted more times than I could count.  Then, my pecker finally starting
to go down, mom surprised me my kneeling down and putting her mouth on my
pecker.  It sprang to life again until I started spurting into her mouth. I
thought she would make a face, but she just gulped down my spurt like it
was soda.

   When we got out of the tub, I expected everything to stop, but I guess
once I made mom feel good, she wanted more, cause we spent the next week in
bed doing sex things almost all the time.  We even stopped several times on
the way home so I could squirt into her and make her shiver.

   We got home, and dad didn't suspect a thing, even when mom arranged it
to build a gym and a room for me next to the house, so if she wanted to and
I wanted to, we could do all the sex type things we could ever want.

   We've been having sex for eight years or so, every day she hasn't been
on a book tour.  Occasionally when she does have a tour when I'm not in
school, I go along with her and we spend all her free time in bed or in the
shower of the hotels where she stays.  There have been times, though, when
I had to stay home, and it was about seven years after our first time that
I noticed what was around the house already.

   I was masturbating in my room one day, three days into one of mom's two
week tours, when my kid sister walked into my room.  Now, at fifteen, I
hadn't really looked at my eight year old sister as a sexual being, but
with my dick in my hand, I was already in the frame of mind to put her in
the ""female"" frame instead of "brat sister".

   "Come on in, Angel," I said, motioning with my free hand.  She walked
over to the bed, looking a little nervous.

   "Whatcha doin, Jason?"

   "Well," I said, thinking fast, "my privates get hard sometimes, and I
have to get them to go down or they hurt." I kept on stroking my dick,
hoping she would get the hint and start doing it herself.  I had almost
given up when she finally spoke up.

   "Can I help?  I don't want you to be hurt."

   ""Sure,"" I gasped as I reached out and grabbed her hand, guiding it to
my shaft.  At first, I guided her hand up and down, but then just let her
at it, ""Careful, now Angel," I warned.  "It's going to spurt some liquid
out in a few minutes.  It won't hurt you, ok?"

   She nodded her head and continued to stroke it until I started spurting,
coating her small hand with my cum.  "Eew, gross," she said, wiping her
hand on the comforter.

   "Its not all that gross," I said, hoping to talk her into other things.
"I forgot to tell you, but I don't think mom and dad would understand you
were trying to help, so you have to keep it to yourself, ok?" She nodded
her agreement and walked out of the room.

   Since then I've tried over and over to get her to go further, but she
refuses to do anything other than what she calls ""helping".  Hell, I
haven't even been able to get her to take her pants off, and she thinks
sucking on my dick would be gross, so that's out too.  I guess that would
be enough, but last time mom went on a tour, instead of Angel walking in as
I was masturbating, my dad came in and shut the door.  I covered up quick,
but my dad waved his hand.

   "Don't bother, Jason.  I won't be here long.  All I have to say is if I
ever hear of you pressuring your sister for sex again, I'll tell your mom."
With that, he turned around and walked out.

   "Shit," I thought.  "I think I'm lucky to be alive.  At least he didn't
find out about mom and me!"

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   As I stated at the beginning, this is entirely fiction.  I write
fiction, and do not believe fiction should be censored, but neither should
it be followed.  If you have an urge to have sex with a child, seek
immediate help, or cut off your pecker.  Kids need to be cherished, not
ravaged, protected, not exploited.

   As an author, I appreciate any kind of constructive feedback for my
work. I do not write for profit, so the only payment I get is knowing what
my readers think.
   Fitfully Yours(fitfully_yours@hotmail.com)