("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2010. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My True Story by Eddy (Eddippis@hotmail.com) *** A teenage boy becomes obsessed with his mother to the point that he plans a campaign to seduce her. (mF, ped, hypno, mc, inc) *** Let me start by saying that my mother and father divorced when I was about four years old. My mother grew up in the Midwest and met my father while he was traveling through. He knocked her up (it was, according to her, the first and only time that she ever had premarital sex) and so they married. A few months later, my sister Celeste was born. They immediately moved back to my father's hometown (I will use the fictitious name Springfield in honor of the Simpsons and remain anonymous) of Springfield. Springfield is a very small town that doesn't accept new people or outsiders well. Four years later, I come along. Four years after that dad takes off. All the friends and relatives take my father's side, thus for all intents and purposes, disowning my mother and leaving her to fend for herself. Six years later... I am ten... the whole time after the divorce (and still a little) my mother depended on me emotionally, for support and love. My father would visit occasionally and fuck our mother while I was in the house. I used to peek through windows and half open doors to see what they were doing. I grew to accept and appreciate the fact that she needed me and I used this to my manipulative advantage. Anyway, I was ten. When I would go visit my father, who was a raging alcoholic, I would spend weekends alone, with nothing but his porno magazines and porn paperbacks to keep me company. I came across a Hustler magazine that had a "Kinky Korner" article written by a mother who had seduced her son. I really liked that idea and read the story over and over. What a lucky guy I thought. About the same time I ran across an issue of OUI magazine that featured the girls of Russ Meyer. It was then that I got my first glimpse of Kitten Natividad, who despite her obviously enhanced breasts, resembled my mother in breast size, hair color, and facial appearance. (they could be sisters). My seclusion for days upon days with this pornography made me very interested in the wonderful secret side of sex and horny to learn more. I would always look at the magazines and books in fear that I would be caught. I was scared that dad would beat me and that mother (if she caught me) would punish me too. The long weekends alone also made me dependant on my mother to kind of rescue me because I would go maybe 3 days without very much to eat. By the time she would pick me up, she missed me very much, but I also needed her as well. She was my savior and I was the only source of real affection that she had in her miserable life, so it was always special and emotional when she would pick me up. I remember it all got going (to a certain extent about a year later) when I was playing with myself, rereading a paperback titled "The Passion Pit". The book was about a mother who falls into the hands of a loan shark and, of course, has sex with him. After the woman falls prey to the lecherous loan shark, he tricks her into bringing her daughter to a fancy dinner to entertain a new client of his. At the dinner the shark gets both the mother and 16 year old daughter drunk and drives them home in his big car. During the drive the mother rides in back with the handsome new "client" and begins physically responding the fingering that he gives her by breathing harder and harder. The ugly, old and fat loan shark ends up talking sexily to the girl in a voice loud enough as to ensure that the mother in the back seat knows what his intensions are. He says things like, "Here you are my dear... Take hold of this... it won't bite you..." This scares the mother, but she has no recourse. The shark ends up tossing the young girls panties over the back seat and screwing the poor thing silly. Once the mother realizes that her daughter is getting it, she opens her thighs and takes her new "client" inside of her own hungry vagina. The thought of this mother knowing that her daughter was getting screwed really excited me. This was great stuff to me. I lost track of the time and suddenly realized that my mother had showed up early and was at the top of the stairs. By the time I had put the book behind the toilet where I sat, I had no time to hide my erect penis from plain view. I was caught. She looked at my penis and instantly realized what I was doing. She simply told me to hurry up so we could leave. I was freaked out and thought that she would kill me, but instead she was very comforting. I was scared shitless, and kept pretty quiet on the ride home. She seemed unnerved, but not at all mad. I then asked her if I should see a doctor about a problem that I had recently discovered. She asked what it was and asked if it had anything to do with what she had "noticed" that I was doing. I said that it was and that I was worried about my "thing" being so hard at times that I couldn't pee. (I had had some surgery on my abdominal area and actually thought that might have been something to do with that). She explained that it was normal for a boy my age and "from what she saw" my equipment seemed to be in good shape. And that everyone did what I was doing. The rest of the evening was uneventful, but I remember being very, very excited at having my mother see my penis when it was hard. The fact that she commented on it and seemed to be pleased also excited me and made me proud. I was developing a lust for my mother, and I was yet to even have my first orgasm. *** Over the next couple years I started to develop quite a collection of Playboy Magazines and any other magazine that had large breasted women in them. I was only attracted to women with large breasts because that is what mother had. I would imagine that they were my mother and that they wanted to see my hard penis. I became obsessed with the stuff. When I was 13 I used to hide my magazines under my Sports magazines in a gym bag. One time while at school, I remembered that my mother had mentioned something about needing to use a gym bag for something or other. I was panicked as I realized that she would probably use the gym bag that I used to store my stash. I remember racing home after school thinking that I was for sure busted. Images of all my favorite fantasy girls torn to pieces, burned to cinders, destroyed beyond recognition filled my head. But, when I arrived home I found my stash neatly placed in a brown paper bag. No way! I thought. For sure she could have touched my precious magazines without realizing it. She hadn't thrown them away. She hadn't burned them or torn them to shreds. She had NEATLY STACKED my forbidden porn in a brown paper bag. This was big for me. She wasn't going to punish me for having this stuff. While my heart recovered from the initial shock I started to realize the potential for this situation. I could become the "King of Porn" with no fear of repercussion or punishment from my mother. It was then that I decided to push the envelope a little. I have always had a devious "push the envelope" type of personality. Some people would call it flirtatious, but I will always try to see how far I can go with a person. Shortly after the incident with the gym bag, I decided to try to see how much I could get away with. I decided to leave a "Juggs" magazine featuring some pictures of Kitten Natividad under my pillow when I knew she would be in there to wash the sheets. Again, no problem. This was good news. This time I decided to ask her about it. She tried to act dumb like she hadn't seen it. I ended the conversation right there, but the situation was clear. She would not punish me for having porn magazines, even if I flaunted it to her. I decided to continue pushing the envelope to see what I could get away with. Take in mind that this was NOT an overnight deal. The situation developed over a period of years with careful execution on my part. I then would try to get away with more and more, each time gauging her reaction to see what I could get away with. Among the things I tried were opening her bedroom door "accidently" when I knew she would be changing. She would ask me to leave and to not open her closed door, so I began knocking and opening the door at the same time. Again, I would play this off as an accident and make like I was in some kind of hurry to do or tell her something. I would look through the bathroom window trying to catch her showering. (I always made enough noise against the side of the house that she knew something was going on.) It was about this time that I discovered orgasms. I was 13 and had my first orgasm watching an R rated movie on HBO. I remember blowing a huge wad all over the carpeting as I wacked myself silly. (when I was younger and read the orgasm parts of the stories I had no idea what the white stuff was until this time.) Boy was I psyched. I started jerking off all the time. Shortly after my first orgasm I started walking into the kitchen in the morning with my obvious hard-on in full glory under my shorts (as long as I knew my sister wouldn't be up yet or was out of the house) for mother to see. She wouldn't even comment on my aroused state unless my sister was in the house and getting up in the morning. If she knew my sister was coming she would say things like "Why don't you cover up or put something else on before your sister comes in. She wasn't saying that I couldn't walk around in my tighty-whities with a big morning stiffy in front or her, just my sister. Occasionally I would wear a pair of boxers and allow my boner to "accidently" pop out once in a while. I totally played it off as natural and no big deal, but I made sure that mother couldn't miss it. Still no punishment. I was going crazy trying to get away with more and more with mom. She worked a very physical job and worked as much overtime as she could get. Working so much, she took a lot of "power naps" to catch up on sleep. Quite often she would fall asleep in the middle of our conversations. I would keep talking to her to see if she would wake up or if she had fallen into deep sleep. Once I knew that she was in deep sleep, I would keep talking to her and throw in a dirty word or idea. After doing this more and more I would occasionally whip my dick out and wave it in front of her face. I went so far as to jerk myself off while standing only a foot away from her. I soon tired of this as I knew that I could jerk myself off anytime I wanted. I wanted the real stuff. I continued my method of talking to her about me while she slept. Just about every time she would fall asleep on the couch, I would whisper something erotic in her ear. I loved watching her react physically with deeper breath and sometimes she would mumble answers in her sleep. But still I had to have the real thing. We watched a lot of TV in my house and mother and I would often innocently curl up on the couch together to watch it. I loved feeling her lush body against mine and because I was now about 6 feet tall (and very thin... omly about 140lbs. at the time) with long arms that I would wrap around mother as far as they would go. She felt secure with me and she would fall asleep often. When she would fall asleep I would continue to whisper in her ear things that I wanted her to think about. I pretended I was a hypnotist (I ended up studying psychology and family counseling so that I could fully learn hypnosis and hear stories of other families who had sex) and would plant ideas in her head that I wanted her to think. On the rare occasion that she would answer in her sleep, I would ask her these type questions. Keep in mind that I used the third person tense so that she wouldn't think that it was me she was speaking to in her dreams... YET! Do you love Billy? Do you know that Billy loves you? Do you like seeing Billy in his underwear? Do you like seeing Billy's penis when it is hard? You like seeing Billy hard don't you? Your panties get wet when you see him hard don't they? You want to see him naked don't you? You know that he loves you don't you? Would you like to let him see you naked? You have to really try hard to keep from staring at his crotch don't you? Also keep in mind that I tried to ask her only questions that she could answer "Yes" to in the affirmative. I rarely asked questions that she could answer "No" to, but when I did, I would ask things like... You wouldn't want Billy to leave and go live with his father now would you? You wouldn't want to make Billy sad would you? You wouldn't want to hurt Billy would you? You don't want some girl to hurt him do you? You get the picture. I did this for the next year or so. It was not an every night thing either. I had to be very patient to make sure that she didn't expect anything. I continued to be myself around her to make her comfortable with the ongoing situation. I might go weeks without having a "hard-on" showing at breakfast or late night to make sure it wasn't obvious what I was doing. She loved me and I loved her as well. She depended on me for all her emotional connection and love. I don't recommend this as it is completely unhealthy... but I used it for my advantage. While swimming with her at the beach I would playfully comment on how good she looked. We were almost like lovers already. I remember it was that summer that I first grabbed her enormous boobs. We were swimming and playing around. We were tickling and playing around when I suddenly grabbed her left breast with my right hand. (I should tell you that she wore a 38DD at the time so it was certainly a handful) She quickly removed my hand, but again rather than punishing me, she kind of blushed and tried to make light of it. She tried to tell me not to do that, but we were in the middle of a large group of summer swimmers. She suggested that we get out of the water, but I told her that we should wait a moment. When she asked why, I glanced down, through the water at my tenting shorts that held my raging hard-on. She waited with me as my "problem" went away and we shared a silent secret in the middle of dozens of unaware people. Then (you will love this) a few months later, near the end of the summer, my sister took a picture of my mother and I standing in our living room. I had my arm draped around her and since she is much shorter than I, my arm went all the way around her neck and down her arm. Just when my sister was getting ready to take the picture I moved my hand directly to the front of mom's boob and gave a light squeeze. I never took my eyes off the camera, so my sister had no real idea what I was doing. Mom quickly moved my hand, without trying to make a scene in front of Celeste. (although the picture is great evidence... I still treasure it today) A little later when my sister had left the room my mother tried to quietly tell me no to do "that" again. This was the first time that she ever reacted negatively. This time, I used her technique and played dumb. As we had a very small home that concealed no words spoken above a whisper, mother had to speak quickly (my sis was coming back into the room soon) and firmly. I played a game that I knew she could not win. After playing dumb for long enough I partially admitted my guilt, but put the blame of guilt on her. "Come on Mom, I was only playing. Don't tell me I can't even joke around with you anymore." "Not with your sister around!" she replied quickly as my sister came back into the room. I had done it again without punishment. She didn't say that I couldn't play or joke around. She only said that I couldn't do it in front of my sister. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 67