As Dean awoke the next morning, he questioned his moral compass. After reading the incest story, it was apparent that a hidden demon had awoken and caused him to see his mother in a different light. But now that it was out, could he find the strength to control it? Alternatively, did he even want to? Then as he dove deeper into the depths of his mind to look for an answer as to why this had happened, seductive images of his mother’s naked figure remerged.
Fuck. Dean thought as he sinfully pictured his mother lying on her back, legs spread with her eyes closed while her fingers drabbled between her legs, causing his dick to get rock hard once again.
Dean shook his head and rocketed out of bed, mumbling, “I have to stop this crazy thinking.”
Quickly, Dean dressed before racing out of his room to greet his mother while she stood next to the counter in the kitchen sipping her coffee.
However, as Dean approached his mom, he noticed her eyes shifted from looking at his face to focusing on his groin.
Oh no! Dean thought as he paused before looking down to see if he was still stiff; sure enough, he was! Then, with his head still hanging low, Dean could feel his face turning red as he muttered, “Oh! I’m… errr… I’m sorry, mom.”
Macey laughingly said, “For what?”
Dean couldn’t speak and just looked at his mom when she softly touched his shoulder.
“If you’re sorry for having a hard-on, get used to apologizing. Boys your age tend to have them quite often.”
“Oh… Well… Um… It’s still kind of awkward for me.”
Again, his mother chuckled and patted his shoulder, saying, “Okay honey, I won’t embarrass you anymore,” as she walked into the other room.
Dean fixed himself a coffee and gulped it down, knowing he had to rush out the door before he was late for class. His mother was already heading out the door by the time he was putting the cup in the sink and hollered, “Have a good day, honey.”
“You too, Mom.”
Lost in his thoughts, Dean headed to class and was almost at the front entrance when he noticed Cathal waving him over. He was standing next to an older woman and heard him say, “This is the person that helped me yesterday, Mom.”
As Dean slowly approached them, his eyes scanned over the woman’s body, and he couldn’t help to admire how sexy she appeared. Nothing he expected to see since card readers were supposed to be old-looking and wore dark drearily dresses in his mind. Not youthful in appearance with long red hair and succulent lips. Let alone the fact she was also wearing a white skin-tight long sleeve shirt that had a deep v-cut that only accentuated her ample D-cup bosom.
Dean was standing right in front of them as his eyes went lower, noticing how the woman’s light-colored blue jeans hugged firmly to her curvy waist all the way down to her ankles.
Holly shit! Dean thought right when the woman reached out and shook his hand before saying, “Hi, I’m Miranda. I’m so happy to meet you. Cathal told me how you helped him the other day.”
Dean looked into her light hazel eyes and couldn’t find any words for a second. This woman was truly beautiful, and he muttered, “Well, umm. I umm. It was umm… nothing. I’m just glad I was able to help.”
“Well, it mattered to Cathal and me,” Miranda expressed as her eyes glanced downward in Dean’s direction, and she smiled.
Still tongue-tied, he had a feeling he knew what she was looking at. That he was hard once again and quickly babbled, “Well, I umm, just did what I could. I… I better get going before I’m ah… I’m late for class!”
Hastily, Dean departed and could hear Miranda yell, “I hope we get to see you again!”
Dean had trouble concentrating that day. Between the story that he read, the sinful images he pictured of his mother, and now the horniness he felt after meeting Cathal’s mom. He couldn’t stop his cock from staying hard at school that entire day.
To make matters worse, once he was home. He found himself wanting to investigate more of what he found online since he wasn’t sure if that was the only story dealing with motherly love.
“Okay, I have to know,” he said to himself and fired up his PC to see what the next one titled “Oily Love” entailed.
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Hi, I’m Kirtus, and this tale of forbidden passion tells of how my mother Carmela and I became incestuous lovers.
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Well… That answers that. Dean thought as he went on reading.
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Carmela, my loving mother, lost her husband, my father, in a freak accident when I was only twelve and has been a single hard-working woman since then. Her job as a department store clerk has kept us feed and sheltered until I turned eighteen and could finally help out by stocking shelves at a grocery store on the weekends.
My mother is also a very attractive woman. I’m not just saying that because she’s my mom. It’s true. Her figure at forty-two is that of a woman half her age, and I love the way her long blonde hair catches the slightest breeze and flows gracefully over her shoulders. Mom’s eyes are blue, and her skin is pale. However, what really sets me off is her scrumptious D-cup breasts.
Many nights I would lie on my back and fantasize about her kneeling in front of me, pressing her jugs together as I slide my cock between them until I came.
This only grew worse as time passed, and now I find myself wondering if it might actually be achievable. I mean, mom did tell me nothing was impossible if I put my mind to it.
So after school, I would look online for information I might be able to use to find a way to obtain this unthinkable goal. Nevertheless, after searching for hours on end, nothing came to mind. It appeared this would be a futile effort, and I was about to lose hope.
That is until the day mom came home from work exhausted and crashed on the love before letting out a long sigh. Apparently, the store is doing a makeover, and mom helped to get it ready. However, that required her to spend the entire day standing in her heels.
“You look tired, Mom.”
“Oh Honey… what a day. My feet are killing me,” I heard Mom painstakingly express, and that’s when this glorious idea popped into my devilish mind.
“Hey, Mom,” I said as her head was tilted back on the couch with her eyes closed, legs crossed, while rubbing her palm over her hamstrings. “Since you’re so exhausted. Why don’t I… Um, rub your feet for you for a couple of minutes?”
Mom’s eyes perked up as she looked at me and then hesitantly responded, “You’d do that?”
“Of course, Mom!” I cheerfully replied. “Anything to make you feel better.”
“Oh… Sweetie, that would be wonderful,” she replied. “Here, let me kick these off first.”
Mom then slipped her shoes off and held her right stocking-covered foot out to me as I sat cross-legged in front of her.
This is it. I thought as I slowly but deliberately began to knead her foot from heel to toe.
“Oh… Kirtus…” Mom sighed. “You have no idea how great this feels.”
“I’m so happy you like it, Mom,” I said as I gently worked my fingers between her toes and felt my dick twitch when light moans now expelled from her lips.
Switching to her other foot, I gave it the same attention and noticed Mom had closed her eyes. I took that opportunity to scan Mom’s body and trailed my eyes from her calves slowly up to where her legs disappeared under her dark-blue skirt.
“Mmm. Honey… Oh… so wonderful. Ohhh. Mmm… ahhh. You have no idea what this is doing to me,” Mom cooed as she wiggled her toes in my hands.
It’s working! It’s really working!!! I thought and was just about to change my tactic by working on her calves next when Mom pulled her foot away and said, “Okay… Okay, I think that’s enough. I should get dinner on before you put me to sleep doing that. Thank you, Honey. I really needed that.”
Mom rose and walked away, leaving me still cross-legged on the floor as I admired her ass wiggle into the next room.
At dinner, Mom kept thanking me for doing such a good job. So realizing I might be onto something, I decided to interject and made a bold suggestion hoping mom would buy into my little white lie.
“You know, Mom,” I said as sincerely as I could. “I’ve been reading up on being a masseur and was thinking about maybe making a career of it.”
“Really?” Mom responded.
“Yeah… So… Ummm. I have this idea. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to practice some of what I’ve read on you after work? I think that might help both of us out since you liked how I massaged your feet.”
Mom chuckled and replied, “I thought you were serious for a moment there.”
“What do you mean? I am serious.”
“Honey… The offer sounds nice. It really does. But there is a big difference between rubbing my toes and massaging all over my body. I wouldn’t be comfortable with you caressing me as a masseur would.”
“Why not?”
“It… It just wouldn’t feel right, that’s all.”
“What are you saying, Mom? That I make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No… I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… Well… It just wouldn’t be proper having my son rub his hands all over my body.”
“Jesus, Mom!” I shouted. This took my mother by surprise since I don’t talk like that around her. But carried on. “Okay… Then fine! Just forget I made the offer. I’ll call Christy tomorrow and see if she might let me practice on her instead.”
I could tell that comment hit a nerve. You see, Christy and I dated back when I was 16 and knew my mother never cared much for her.
Things were quiet for the next ten minutes while we ate. I could tell by my mother’s mulish appearance she was now deep into thought.
However, the silence was finally broken when Mom cleared her throat before reply in a drawn-out sigh, “Okay… Okay… If it means that much to you. I guess I can let you can practice on me. However, there are a couple of conditions.”
“Like what?”
“We do this after dinner, so I have a chance to change out of my work clothes.”
“Oh, okay, that makes sense.”
Then Mom leaned forward and yawped, “And if I feel uncomfortable at any time, you stop.”
I paused before saying, “I’ll agree to that as long as you make an honest effort and not just quickly say you’re uncomfortable.”
“Agreed,” Mom said.
That night in the solitude of my bedroom, I went online and searched for ways to make sexually stimulating body oils. Luckily I came across a website that dealt with the subject. Then after flicking through page after page wrote down all the ingredients I might need to make a few that I thought would be a good choice for my sinful deception.
Step one of my plan was underway. So I proceeded with step two and purchased a used massage table off eBay. If I was going to sell my mother that I indeed wanted to make this a career, I had to make sure this appeared as authentic as possible.
The next day I skipped class since I still needed to complete the first step and find the ingredients. Not sure where to go, I walked around town to find a place I wasn’t sure even existed. Surprisingly, I came across a small shop with a sign out front stating they sold exotic oils, spices, and herbs.
This looked promising, so with my list of ingredients in hand, I stepped inside.
The store sure wasn’t significant. In fact, I would say it reminded me of an old-style mom-and-pop store with a high plaster ceiling and creaky wood floors. It even had an old fashion bell that chimed when someone opened or closed the front door. Never the less I was still hopeful and went searching aisle by aisle for items.
However, as I was looking hard for my ingredients, I was startled when I heard, “Hi. I’m Blythe, the store owner. May I help you find something?”
“OH!” I said as I jumped since this woman appeared to have come out of nowhere.
“Umm… Ahhh. Maybe? I’m looking for these items,” I said and handed her my list.
“Oh… I see. Wow, you have quite a few items here,” Blythe replied as she scanned over my paper. “Hmm… May I enquire what you’re going to do with all these ingredients?”
I explained how I was going to make my own massage oils and saw her face gleam.
“I take it this is a very special person you’re going to be using this on?” she asked as she handed me back my list.
“Well, actually, she is.”
“You know… I usually don’t do this for people I don’t know. But since this is a special person, I might be able to help you,” she replied. “If you follow me, I have what you’re looking for already made up in the back room.”
“Wow, that’s great!” I said and followed her to a doorway at the back of the store that was draped with colorful stringed beads.
As we went into the back room, I couldn’t help but notice all the odd items scattered about in the dimly lit space. There were stuffed birds and reptiles in jars. Strange dried plants hanging from the ceiling and several flasks of elixirs stored on dusty wooden shelves, which made me pause and ask, “What’s all this stuff for?”
“Oh… Didn’t I mention? I’m a white witch!”
“A what?”
Laughing, she repeated, “A white witch, silly.”
“Oh… Um… Well, I… ah… don’t know about this,” I responded cautiously as a chill ran up my spine.
“Don’t let the term witch scare you, dear. I don’t practice anything that has negative effects. Only positive ones. Like love and happiness. If you’re serious about having a romantic evening with your girlfriend, I’m sure my massage oil will have a positive effect on her. In fact, if it doesn’t, I’ll refund your money.”
I paused for a second as I mulled over what she said and, after a bit of hesitation, replied, “Okay, I’ll give it a try.”
“Great!” Blythe said as she reached up on her tippy toes and pulled down a glass flask filled with this greenish-colored oil from the top shelf.
Blowing the dust off the flask, she then popped the cork that covered the top of the flask before pouring some of it into another smaller glass container sealing its lid with a cork top.
“Here you go,” Blythe said as she handed me the oil and then recommended some special incense she also had made up herself that would help mom (my girlfriend) get relaxed before I got started.
Still a little unsure, I agreed, and she added the incense to my order before we left the back room. Once at the front of the store, she rang me out on this old-time hand-cranked register, and I paid for everything.
“Thanks for your help. I greatly appreciate it,” I said as I turned to leave.
“Anytime, and remember, if your girlfriend doesn’t like it, just bring it back.”
I just smiled and nodded before exiting the door, thinking. If she only knew who I was really using this on.
That evening before Mom rolled in. I took the initiative and made supper. I did that for two reasons. One being obvious. It would help get me to massage Mom quicker, and second, I figured Mom would appreciate the effort.
As I set the table, I heard heels clicking on the floor heading in my direction before noticing mom tossing her purse on the chair at the far end of the table.
“Wow, Mom, another tough day?” I said as her complexion appeared as if she was exhausted.
“Yes, I’m totally drained,” Mom expressed as she surveyed her surroundings. “What’s all this?”
“Oh… just a little surprise I decided last minute. I know how hard you’ve been working over the last week, and I wanted to do something special for you,” I replied as I set the casserole on the table.
Mom chuckled and shook her head as she sat down. “Sometimes you do impress me, Kirtus.”
“I try, Mom. I try.”
Mom then sniffed the air and once again looked around the room and said, “What’s that smell?”
“Oh, that. It’s something I picked up today. Do you like it? It’s supposed to help you relax.” I said, pointing at the incense I had been burning in the other room.
I had to admit the smell was very nice. I could detect the aroma of vanilla mixed with some type of flora I couldn’t make out. But it did appear that mom was also enjoying the sweet aroma that filled the room.
My dinner, on the other hand, was a different story altogether. It was apparent if I wanted to make dinner more often, I should take a class or find someone to teach me. The casserole was atrocious, and I apologized to mom when I saw her face scrunch up after taking a bite.
“It’s okay Kirt… Ugh!” Mom gagged. “It’s the thought that counts. Why don’t I make us something quick?”
I was disappointed but agreed since I felt we would definitely get food poisoning if we kept eating this garbage.
“Don’t fret, Honey. I truly do appreciate what you did. Why don’t you go relax while I whip something up?”
“Listen, Mom, I have a better idea. Instead of you cooking, let me order us a pizza. My treat.”
“That’s not necessary, Honey.”
“Come on, Mom,” I said with a pouted appearance. “I can tell how tired you are. Besides, you can change your clothes while I clean the dishes and then give you a quick massage before the pizza arrives.”
“Clean the dishes. You? Now you’re really scaring me,” Mom chuckled.
Then she said, “But hey, by all means, I won’t stop…
