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Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Chapter 1 She was warm and snug in bed and she had just been loved. It wasn't often that Chad put it to her early in the morning, not anymore. But that made it just that much better when he did wake up with his thing hard and eager. |
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lactogen.zip (231k) Lactogenesis, Author UnKnown Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Christine smiled tentatively at the woman standing in front of her and the woman smiled back in kind. She allowed her gaze to move slowly along her body, taking note of small details he didn't ordinarily scrutinize. 'Let's start at the top,' she thought. 'I like what she's done with the hair, a do reminiscent of Barbara Streisand's but shorter.' 'Same color, though. Thank God, no gray yet but she's only 24, for crying out loud. Eyebrows maybe a bit too thick, nose perhaps a bit too long, eyes...now stop that, she caught herself. Always looking at the dark side. Now start again and be nice. Where were we? OK -- face: I wouldn't call her drop-dead gorgeous but she hasn't broken the changing room mirror or anything...hey! What did I just tell you,' she admonished herself again. She'd been satisfied with the hand Nature dealt and the opposite sex had responded well. She'd had enough dates in her life but it had been a while ...maybe being here would help that. 'So let's get down to it, shall we?' She let her eyes move further downward to examine the bikini she was trying on. Summer's on the way, melanoma be damned. 'I've got to get some color into this whiter-than-white skin,' she thought. 'Actually, I do look pretty damned good in this...' The spaghetti straps of the halter top moved smoothly over a well-defined collarbone and down past a small mole on the left pectoral and a tiny strawberry mark on the right to plug into the two triangles of fabric which made the suit just barely legal in public. Her lip curled slightly as she thought of how easy it had been to find something in her size. Just a plain old garden-variety 34B, plenty of those around. 'Shouldn't complain,' she said to herself. 'Sherri across the hall must have a hell of a time finding clothes that fit with that enormous chest of hers.' Impulsively she removed the top and took a good long look at herself. 'They may only be 34B,' she thought. 'but they're my 34B's.' If she were to attempt a pencil test, she would have passed. The coral pink nipples still pointed slightly upward and slightly away from each other. 'Gravity's been good to me,' Chris thought. 'If I lived on the moon, would I still look like this in forty years?' She cupped her breasts briefly but withdrew her hands quickly. 'Boy, they were sensitive today,' she thought, as a quick bolt of warmth shot from them to her groin and her nipples responded with alacrity. 'Must be because I'm so aware of them right now.' |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen My mother has been a widow for about five years. We have a nice house in a good neighborhood. I'm an only child and mother and I have always been close. I guess our loss brought us closer. I am big for my age (16 years old) and a good student. About a year ago, mom's sister Beth moved in with us after she left her abusive husband. At first I didn't like having her there but I soon learned to like Beth and enjoyed her company. She helped mom around the house and frequently helped me with my homework. Beth is very bright and has a masters degree in mathematics. Beth does consulting and is often home during the day, whereas mom works at an office from 9 to 5. I got used to having Beth there when I arrived home from school. I often asked her to help me with school work just so I could sit beside her and smell her perfume and feel her hugs which she frequently gave me when I solved a problem or learned a new skill. After a couple of months, I noticed that she began wearing shorts and a halter around the house. She said it was Springtime and the weather was getting warmer. Seeing her long hair on her bare shoulders, her shapely legs extending from her loose fitting shorts and her nipples pressing against the thin cotton of her halter top made me sweat many times but not from the temperature. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Twenty-nine year old Jan Grimes wiped the sweat from her face as she vacuumed the carpet in her guest bedroom. She jammed the appliance under the bed and in all the corners before she was satisfied with her work. She decided that she really should get rid of all the junk in the basement while she was at it, as she thought about the letter that she had received several days earlier. It was from her sister Sally, who was the person she felt closest to in the whole world since her divorce from Mark two years ago. It was Sally that she stayed with while the trial proceeded, Sally who had stood by her and Sally that had helped her adjust to life as a single woman again. Now apparently Sally's own marriage that was in trouble. She remembered the passage from the letter: |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen My mother's sister lives just three houses away from us. Jane doesn't have any children so she sort of adopted me and I spent almost as much time at her house as I did at mine while I was growing up. Jane's husband makes a good living and she doesn't have a job outside the house. Mom does work, so when I got out of school, I went to aunt Jane's until mom got home. Also Jane has a pool. In the summer I spend a lot of time in the pool. Jane isn't at all modest. She made no attempt while I was there to cover her self while she was changing clothes or going to the bathroom. I had often seen her breasts and her fine blond bush but I began to get curious about her body by the time I was ten. I began to follow her to the bathroom so I could watch her pee and get a good look at her bush. She never objected or appeared embarrassed when I stared at her while she dabbed her cunt with tissue after peeing. My penis used to get stiff every time. It must have been obvious to her what I was doing but she even began telling me when she needed to pee. I loved the summer. I would get to watch her change into her bathing suit, take it off and dry her body. When we were alone, she would change two or three times in an afternoon, however, when there were other people around, she wore her suit all afternoon. I'm sure she liked my watching her. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Shortly after my 16 birthday, my mom's younger sister, Kelli, sent me an invitation to spend a few weeks with her and Jerry, Kelli's husband. They were living in the San Diego area and I saw this as a great opportunity to spend time on the beach, as well as see some of the attractions found in Southern California. I accepted and the plans were made. I was to fly out the weekend after school recessed for summer break. Although I hadn't seen Aunt Kelli for about five years, I immediately recognized her upon exiting the plane in San Diego. She, on the other hand, looked right past me. I think she was looking for that 11 year old kid she'd last seen! As I walked toward Kelli to reintroduce myself, I was surprised at how pretty and sexy she appeared to me. 'Aunt Kelli,' I thought. 'even at 32 is one sexy lady!' Kelli was wearing a very short, black mini-skirt which revealed most of her long well formed legs. The skirt was topped by a white, close fitting white shirt which accented her full, firm breasts. As I got nearer, I could see her nipples pressing against the material and knew she was bra-less under the shirt. I felt my cock stirring and felt somewhat guilty since this was my aunt. "But what the fuck?" I told myself. "Aunt Kelli is sexy!" |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen You hold in your hands a shocking expose of incest, domination and sexual humiliation. The fact that this sordid tale takes place in a small town in middle America makes it all the more shameful. If the prairies of our great land have been afflicted with such perverted behavior, this country is in deep trouble. The actions that bought Bobby under Pamela's power in the first place show that the boy has weaknesses that deserve punishment and correction; but Pamela's punishment is worse than the original crime and serves not to cleanse the boy of the monomaniacal obsession with sex that started him on the path to ruin but instead pushes him even further in the direction of his weaknesses, resulting in his complete subjugation to lust and the flesh. Don't be deceived by the Bobby Short's seeming willingness to enmesh himself in the filthy web of lust and degradation woven by his sinful aunt. He isn't responsible for his actions; not when he has been so completely brought under her control through her psychological torture. Our brave fighting men captured by the North Koreans forty years ago can tell you of the power of brainwashing. Just as they are innocent for forsaking their vows and revealing more than their name, rank and serial number, so is Bobby innocent of reveling in the depravities visited upon him by this evil woman. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen The Holiday season always takes me back to my fourteenth one and to my Aunt Shelly. She was just 10 years older than me so I just called her Shelly. She called me every cute name in the book. The one I liked the most was stud! She had called me that since I was about 5. She called me sweetie a lot too. Shelly was the only person I let called me that! I looked forward to seeing her and paling around but Mom said she wouldn't be able to make it this year. The fact that all of the rest of my relatives had made it didn't help. Our house was filled with loud adults and only a couple of kids, both under 4. The only good thing was that I got to sleep on the sofa bed in the family room. Not much privacy but at least I didn't have to share my bed and once everybody went to bed I could shake the Christmas presents under the tree. The bad part was that I had to parade around in my PJs in front of everybody to get into bed. While I was changing in the bathroom I decided I better jerk-off to keep the big guy down while I went around the room and kissed everybody goodnight. Not that kissing all off my relatives goodnight was a turn-on but at 14 my cock got up at anything. I came in the sink and put on my PJs and walked back into the family room. I could feel my cock swaying back and forth in my PJs. I liked the free feeling. I kissed all goodnight and jumped in bed. Since the TV was in the family room I had to wait until everybody went to bed before I could fall asleep. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen The first time she realized that she could see into his apartment was when he had just stepped from the shower and was toweling himself leisurely while looking through what was probably a magazine. She could well imagine what kind of magazine it was by the state of his penis. She felt a faint pang of guilt as she continued to look across the dark space that separated their houses, but continued to sit quietly in the dark as he casually stroked the length of his now full erection. He milked a drop of liquid from it and brought it to the tip of his tongue. She licked her own lips in sympathetic anticipation. The man takes his pleasure fully where he finds it, she said to herself. With a start, she realized that she, too, had been absently touching herself, more fascinated than aroused by the sight of a mature man playing with himself. She had never before actually spied on a naked man and it gave her a strange feeling of power to be able to so surreptitiously invade his privacy. He was far from Adonis, but he was much more than adequate. As he sat on the edge of the bed reading the magazine, he spread his legs and slowly and methodically ran his hand up and down the length of his cock. She watched as he wet his hand with saliva and sinuously rubbed it into the head of his cock. Spreading her lips with two fingers, she did the same to her clitoris and felt it respond to the touch of her slippery fingers. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen When I first started reading stories dealing with incest, I didn't think I could muster the guts to write about the experiences I had with my mother and sister. After just reading a few more, though, I feel different; so here it goes! It was during the middle fifties, and we were living in Oklahoma at the time. My father sharecropped a small farm that my sister and I hated because we had to help out every single chance we had free. My sister, Nora, and I felt we were being cheated out of our fun, so we goofed off every chance we had. There was a small stream that ran close by, and every chance we could manage, we would strip to our undies and dive in. Nora was a few years older than I, so I would try not to stare at the furry mat between her legs when her panties would get wet and cushion against her mound. I stared a little too long one day as we were playing in the water, and suddenly, I felt my cock start to swell. I had a pretty big cock that was fairly thick and was hard to hide. It was hard to hide even limp when I wore certain pants. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen A little over two and a half months ago my brother-in-law, Frank Crawford got himself killed in a tractor accident on his farm, leaving my younger sister all by herself to raise there four kids, plus leaving her with one on the way, which she only found out after he was already dead and buried a good month. Both Pamela and I had grown up on a farm and I knew exactly how hard of a life it was and I really felt bad for her and for the situation she was put in. As soon as I was old enough to leave home, I'd packed my bags and headed for the biggest city I could find, stating that I was tired of country life and that I'd never go back to it. About ten years after I left, our parents died in an automobile accident of all things. Anyway, I'm losing ground here and I think I better stick to what I'm suppose to be talking about instead. As I was saying I said that I'd never go back to a farm but when my sister called three months after her husband's death. The phone conversation went something like this. "How are you doing Charlie?" |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen My dad's always out of town on business and whenever he's gone my Aunt Cheri usually comes over to spend a few days with Mom. Mom's five years older than Cheri but whenever they get together it seems Mom does whatever Cheri asks of her. I never really thought much of it until I came home early from work one day while my dad was away on one of his usual business trips. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen After my Dad died, my Mom started going out quite a bit with some of her friends. It wasn't unusual for her to come staggering in at 2 in the morning with some guy from the bar. I was about 15 at the time and couldn't really believe my Mom would bring these guys home. At that age, you never really think about your Mom 'doing it'. As it turns out, my Mom did it a lot! |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Chapter 1 She was warm and snug in bed and she had just been loved. It wasn't often that Chad put it to her early in the morning, not anymore. But that made it just that much better when he did wake up with his thing hard and eager. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Chapter 1 The hot summer sun beat down outside as Kathy Andrews sipped on her third martini for the day. The big house always depressed her when she was alone. Her son Tommy was at baseball training, and Debbi, the youngest, was staying overnight at a friend's house. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen I am rounding the curve, almost home. It has been a long day at work and I am ready to get home. My husband, Bob, is out of town on business and my son, Bobby, is away at college. It will be a peaceful evening so I can just sit around and relax. As I pull into the driveway, I see Ken next door playing with his dog in his front yard. Ken, 20, grew up with Bobby and is a year older. I have known Ken since he was four years old. He is into body building and his muscles look hard as a rock. He is wearing a tank top today, as usual, to show off his muscles. He also has on faded cut off blue jeans. He is throwing sticks for his dog to fetch. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen I haven't seen Ken, since that fateful day about a month ago. Deep down inside, I would like for it to happen again. It has given me a whole new outlook on life. I feel so much more sensuous and have so much more confidence in myself. Bob even commented on how attentive I've been to him. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen It is Friday evening and Bob is attending a week-end trade show and won't be home until Sunday night late. Bobby is coming home from college for the week-end tomorrow and I am really looking forward to seeing him. It's been over a month now. I am terribly lonesome as I am home by myself drinking my third glass of wine while watching some stupid program on tv. The phone rings. "Hello." "Hi, Penny, this is Ken....." My body starts to tingle just hearing his voice. I am so glad to hear from him. "Hi, Ken." |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen It is Saturday about 3 PM and Bobby is due home from college any minute now. It has been about 6 weeks since I have seen him and I am looking forward to it. Doing my usual Saturday household chores, I have already changed the sheets on Bobby's bed, cleaned his room and done the washing. Bobby always brings home some clothes for me to wash. I hear Bobby come in the door and rush to meet him. I put my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. He gives a superficial hug back. He has never been one to hug his mother with enthusiasm. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen In the morning, I wake up with my nose itching. I try to move my hand to it but it won't move. Neither will the other one! Am I paralyzed? I look over at Bobby. He is gone. Looking up at my hand, I see that it is tied to the headboard of Bobby's water bed. The blanket is over me, but I feel my legs being held apart. Bobby has tied me spread-eagle on the bed! "Good morning, Mom", Bobby cheerfully remarks as he walks into the bedroom. He is already dressed, wearing cut off blue jean shorts and a tank top. "Bobby, untie me, now!" "Not just yet, Mom. I am not finished yet." |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Katie and her mother had spent the afternoon shopping. It was Katie's first trip home from college since her mother's divorce. Tess Markowitz was 36 years old. She'd gotten pregnant at 16 and as a result she looked more than Katie's older sister than her mother. Both had short blonde hair, light skin and deep blue eyes. Katie was 5'6", just a fraction shorter than her mother's 5'7", The most obvious difference between the two was breast size. While Katie was a respectable 34C, Tess filled out a 40D, something Katie was always jealous of. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Part I It was kind of a dull rainy Saturday and Mom announced that she would be going out to do some shopping for the afternoon. She asked if I would like to accompany her but up to that point I found her shopping quite boring - and besides, I had other things in mind. But first some background. I was then about 10 years old and by some crazy fluke had recently discovered a unexplainable fascination with my mother's lingerie and of all things - her shoes. Mom was in her late 20s and although not beautiful, was a very pretty brunette with a nice figure and a kindly manner. And she was smart too. I often got the sense that she knew more about things than she was letting on with me. I can't remember where my dad was that day. Perhaps he was working. He always seemed to be working odd shifts at a steel mill in our city. Anyway, my Mom kissed me goodbye and said she'd be back around supper time and told me not to get into any trouble. She was always telling me this. I watched her get in the car and waved to her as she drove away. I was already smiling as I thought about the afternoon ahead. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Mother DID enjoy it after all....I saw the smile on her face when my brother left the room. Oh yes, she shouted and squirmed while he did it but she enjoyed it. I had just witnessed the rape of my mother by my eighteen year old brother. I had watched his nine inch cock slice in and out of her cunt. She struggled but that had only made him push into her harder. She shouted but that was of no avail. I had my own cock in my hand and was masturbating furiously as I watched so I certainly would not be rushing to her aid. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen I never gave my mother's sex life a lot of thought until I found her dildo. All right, I shouldn't have been snooping and honestly, I wasn't. It just happened that I was going to a party the next night and I really wanted to borrow a blouse of hers. I mean, the main reason I bought it for her in the first place was so that I could borrow it! So there I was, rummaging in her dresser. I knew she'd never worn the blouse and it had to be in one of the drawers. But where the hell was it? I was on my knees, hand deep in the bottom drawer, when I made my discovery. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Jack just knew this was going to be a long week. First his mother-in-law was going to be visiting. Not bad on the surface, she visited at least once every year or so. But this time he'd be entertaining her alone. Bonnie, his wife, had something come up at work and was leaving town for 3 days at least. Mom couldn't change her plans because her apartment was being repaired after the building had a small fire and she had to vacate while the work was being done. So it would be him and Helen together all week. Usually when she'd visited before, Bonnie took up most of the time with Mom and Jack pretty much left them alone to visit and do whatever they wanted. Now he had to have her here all week. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen The lingerie show that Lindsay Conlan, Jill West, Traci Pearson and Jackie Lane did at Eddie's frat house was great for business at Softwear. Business was brisk for the next three weeks because Eddie and all nineteen of his frat brothers came in to redeem the coupons that they'd received at the show. All but two of them redeemed their blue coupons for a pair of panties for their girlfriends. The other two sent their girlfriends in for a pubic shave. Each of them also redeemed their red coupons which were good for a modelling session. This meant that the back room at the shop was a very busy place and nearly twelve hours of video tape was used capturing the action for the women and their husbands to watch and enjoy later. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Larry was 16 years old, a cute kid with the makings of a good body as he grew older. Tight stomach, nice biceps and longish blonde hair that his dad always wanted him to cut. He was a good student in school, pulling mostly A's and B's all the time. He was a popular boy, with the guys as well as the girls of his school. Friendly and out going he had a kind word for most everyone. A normal boy. Save that he didn't have a girl friend, never had had one. No, no girl for Larry. Oh don't get the impression he was gay, he wasn't, not by any stretch of the imagination. Larry was just saving himself for the 'perfect woman'. Laugh if you want, believe there is no such thing but to Larry there was and he had already found her. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen I'm still not sure how it all happened. It started off as just another summer weekend. My mother had kept me busy all day moving furniture and cleaning up around the house. It was the end of a long hot summer and I wouldn't have to go back to school for another six weeks. I was starting my senior year in high school that year. While dressed only in an old pair of cut-off jean shorts, I worked laboriously in the stifling heat. Mom was wearing navy-blue shorts and a white blouse tied off at her mid-riff, revealing just a glimpse of her slim waistline. Her long brown hair was tied back in a pony-tail with one of those brightly colored elastic bands that she favored so much. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen I started having a sexual relationship with my mother when I was 12 years old. My mother was 34 at the time and had been divorced from my dad for about a year. It was a rough time for both of us but we had each other and tried to make the best of it. We went to visit my aunt for about a week that year. She wasn't married and had a small house with 2 bedrooms. I had to sleep with my mom in the spare bedroom. It was no big deal to anyone and was supposed to be completely innocent. That week at my aunt's house would change things in a big way. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Mom and I started masturbating together when we visited my aunt for a week. Read Mom & I Masturbate - Part 1 for the background. When we got home, I wondered how things would continue. Here is what happened. When it was time for bed, I didn't want to sleep in my bed. I loved sleeping with mom and having her give me so much attention. That night I asked if I could sleep in her bed. Without hesitation she said yes. I ran to her bedroom and jumped in bed. I heard her giggle as I ran down the hall. She turned off the lights in the house and came in the bedroom. I had taken my cloths off and was already in bed naked. My little cock was hard in anticipation of my mother's loving hands. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Mom and I started masturbating together when I was 12 and she was 34. Read Mom & I Masturbate - Part 1 for the background. After returning home, I began sleeping in with my mom every night. We would go through the same routine just about every night. When we went to bed, mom would jerk me off and masturbate herself. She really liked to have her tits sucked and fondled so I did that most of the time. She was a real tidy person and always made me wipe up my cum after I came. Sometimes she would do it for me. She always got very wet when she masturbated and would wipe her pussy before she went to bed. Sometimes she would let me wipe her but not always. (Our house was always spotless. I guess this carried over to sex as well.) |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Mom and I started masturbating together when I was 12 and she was 34. Read Mom & I Masturbate- Part 1 for the background. Over the first year of my sexual relationship with my mom we had progressed to mutual masturbation and playing with each other. As I became more comfortable with the relationship there were many things that I wanted to do with mom but was not allowed to or bring myself to try and do. I wanted to kiss her like a real man, with my tongue, but couldn't get enough courage to do it. Oh we did kiss each other, but it was always on the cheek and face. We would kiss on the mouth a little, but the contact never lasted more that a second and mom always kept her mouth closed. I fantasized about kissing her at night when she was asleep. A few times I did kiss her and lick her lips but as soon as she would start to wake up I would get scared and stop. We both seemed to have an unspoken understanding that we wouldn't do anything together that the other didn't want to do or feel comfortable with. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Mom and I started masturbating together when I was 12 and she was 34. Read Mom & I Masturbate - Part 1 for the background. When I last left off, I had just gotten my first blow job from my mom. We were both recovering from tremendous orgasms. She sat in front of the dresser and I was kneeling in front of her with my head on her breasts. I nursed on one like a little baby and fondled the nipple of the other tit with my hand. I remembered when she once told me how she wished she had some milk for me to drink. I sucked more hoping to taste something. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Mom and I started masturbating together when I was 12 and she was 34. Read "Mom & I Masturbate - Part 1" for the background. My sexual relationship with my mom had been slowly progressing over the last few years. It started with masturbating together and then masturbating each other. Around my 14th birthday we started having oral sex, which I loved. Mom was so gentle with me and gave great head. I wanted it all the time but she wouldn't always suck me. She would let me lick her whenever I wanted. I enjoyed licking her and just the scent of her pussy really turned me on. I found that when mom got real excited she would lose control of her bladder when she came. Many times I got a squirt of pee in my mouth. Mom apologized when this happened and told me she didn't mean to. I told her I kind of liked it and that it was okay and to not worry about it. I always tried to lick her real good so that she would 'squirt'. I knew she had a good orgasm when she did. |
Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen Mom and I started masturbating together when I was 12 and she was 34. Read Mom & I Masturbate - Part 1 for the background. I always enjoyed playing with my mom. We had been masturbating together since I was 12. Mom would never let me fuck her and I had to settle with fingering, licking and sucking. I guess I shouldn't complain, most boys don't get to have any type of sex when they are age 12 to 16. I knew that some day mom would break down and let me fuck her but I didn't know what I had to do to break down the barriers that she had. |
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