Incest Stories from Meredith Jaussaud

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I have been a long admirer of the craftmanship/craftwomanship of Meredith. Here I am posting a few of her stories:

Story 1: A Tale of Forbidden Love - mother/son/teacher


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A Tale of Forbidden Love
by mejau71 ©


This story is entirely fictional. The characters in this story are not real, nor are they in any way related to any real living individual. The intent is strictly for the enjoyment of all readers, and it is not an endorsement of any theme and/or lifestyle.

I welcome all feedback as long as it is supportive and heartening.

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Enjoy...


My name is Shannon, and I work for an affluent college just outside of Chicago. I recently turned 30 years old, and have been single for the majority of my life. Admittedly, it's been an easy way to go for me and my finances since my parents were well off ever since I can remember. In fact, their large, charitable donations to the college landed me the job five years ago. I didn't see the point in working since money was never an issue for us, but now I clearly enjoy having a Monday through Friday job in the bursar's office on campus.

 
I've never lasted longer than a year in any of my relationships, with both men and women. I began experimenting with other women when I was at college-- the very one I work for now. It was the typical "curiosity killed the cat" thing, yet a few relationships proved far more meaningful than others. Not to sound haughty, but I was very proud of my features... Very busty, and lots of curves to explore. My measurements have been virtually identical since I reached my zenith at 25... 38d-30-38. I was given my raven tresses and eyes from my mother, and my abundant features from my father. And I also inherited a shapely, full backside from my dear Mother, whom, even to this day, is a complete and total knockout.
 
In the winter, my skin emanates a nice olive complexion, and in the summer, it turns to a nice, evenly tanned chestnut hue. Anyone who thinks plentiful and larger women are not attractive, then I say to them; Don't limit yourself to just one type. Of the women I have bedded, the absolute best have been the ones who weren't your People magazine cover girls.

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Being of an independent nature most of my life, I always tried avoiding any long term commitments. I receive a lot of offers from both sexes, yet I try to be discreet and somewhat selective in who I go out with. And considering where I work, there are always batches of young men and women to gaze and admire. Yet one in particular caught my eye one day...

 
David was a fresh faced, handsome freshman who had stumbled into the bursar's office one day for some help with his living arrangements. My co-workers were all at lunch, and I was the only one there who could help. Immediately, my eyes noticed something different about this young man. He was a tall, very attractive 18 year old who obviously seemed out of place in his first year there. Yet his demeanor didn't seem to reflect any type of arrogance of self-assurance. His features held the bluest eyes, almost like two sapphires staring right at you. His styled, light brown hair fit nicely into his boyish charm... a smooth, acne free face didn't seem too manly. In fact, his face partially reminded me that of a woman's. I didn't make a practice of dating the students. If it did happen, it would usually be with the seniors. That way if the relationship ended in disaster, I wouldn't have to see them the next year. But something about David made me want to know more.
 
After a congenial, friendly conversation, David and I soon had his problem solved. I could tell he was very shy and somewhat intimidated by my outward sexuality. I am a very outspoken and open woman, and blatantly complimented David on his good looks. I was dressed in a revealing gray suit that day, one that hugged my voluptuous, curvy figure. At times, I kept noticing David peeking at my full, rounded ass when I was up walking around, or at another desk. My senses could tell he too was intrigued. I soon bridged the opportunity by asking him for dinner that night. He accepted.
 
I decided to wear one of my black cocktail dresses to dinner that night. I ended up taking him to one of my favorite downtown restaurants in Chicago. He too dressed for the occasion, and looked radiant as he escorted me into the establishment. The atmosphere was perfect for a classic seduction... and that, I will admit was intentional. The thoughts and visions of him between my legs kept swirling throughout my head, and before this night was finished, I knew I had to have him inside me.
 
Coming back to my home, safely located outside the suburbs, I invited David inside. He knew as well as I did what we both obviously wanted. But I could tell he was bashful and reserved about staring too long at me.
 
"David, it's okay to look at me. I didn't wear this dress just to be warm tonight" I said as we sat in the dark, lowly lit den.

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"I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to think that's all I wanted tonight." He said. I smiled, standing up in front of him. What a sweet boy, I thought. His manners were flawless the entire evening, courteous, respectful, and ever the gentleman. Glowing with passion and appetite, my hands reached for the thin spaghetti straps that clung to my tan shoulders, and pulled them slowly down my shoulders. My eyes on his the entire time, I watched as he saw the thin material slide down my curvy body. He was mesmerized.

 
Remembering his stares at my backside, I turned around as I continued to peel the dress down the arch of my back. With the material hugging the width of my ass cheeks, I glanced back at David-- intentionally swaying my wide hips slowly... He was hooked, and I knew it.
 
"Tell me what you like about me, David." I whispered as the dress fell upon the floor. He stammered, obviously uncomfortable at verbalizing his desires-- as most people typically are.
 
"It's just... nice." He managed to utter.
 
"What else, David? I see the way you're looking at me-- my ass. What do you like about it?" I continued as I backed up, narrowing the gap between his face and the softened texture of my cheeks. I could hear his breathing swell.
 
"God, it's... just..." he floundered.
 
"Round?" I said.
 
He sighed with appreciation. "Oh God yes. So beautiful."
 
"So you like girls with a full ass?" I cooed as I inched closer to him.
 
"Uh-huh." He managed to reply.
 
"Put your hands on it, David. It's okay. I want you to touch me. Feel my ass in your hands." I said as his palms quickly placed themselves on each supple orb.

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He was clumsy at first, yet his obvious appreciation soon translated itself into a slow, careful massage. My eyelids fluttered as David's actions arrested my senses. A mere boy, yet I could tell he would be a skilled and thoughtful lover once properly educated. With my hair dangling freely around my neck and shoulders, I flung it back around my shoulder so I could see the look in his eyes as his grateful caresses continued. That was something I truly got off on... the look in someone's eyes as they were gently submerged into the waters of lust. There he sat, not once taking his eyes off my bronzed globes. His fingers pressing themselves into the plumpness of each orb... his pale ivory skin matched against the mahogany hued flesh of my ass. I shuddered.

 
Turning around, I began to loosen the constraints of my black laced brazier. The look in his eyes was of disappointment, yet fascination as the bra fell to the floor, revealing my large, motherly breasts. Not to be presumptuous, but I did feel good about my body. I glow every time I make love to a man or a woman. And I know that each lover I devour, they are genuinely satisfied with my healthy physique. I wasn't going to torture myself or starve to be something, or someone I'm not. And as David's youthful hands reached up to cup my savory breasts, I exhaled in elation as his face soon buried itself in my inviting cleavage. His moans became muffled between the deep valley of my bosom as my hands ran through his thick, short hair. My knees soon sat on each side of him as I easily straddled him... Nothing else mattered at this point except the two of us... I felt the smoothness of his actions, like he intentionally took his time so he wouldn't forget. Which compared to any other young man David's age, made no sense whatsoever. 18 year olds usually rip their pants off just getting atop a female... this was nothing of the sort. This boy had talent. He was going to make some woman very happy one day. Except this night... he was all mine.
 
"I'm going to love pulling that seed from your cock tonight." I managed to say as his hands (again) found my ass. All he could do was moan once more. This was my cue...
 
Locking lips with David for the first time, I could feel the shudders in his frame... There was so much anticipation in his eyes. I smiled, knowing he was going to have his first orgasm with me. The ever growing prowler, I felt a wave of hunger wash over me... That was all the inspiration I needed to fall to my knees, and release this young man's cock.
 
Flinging the zipper down, he and I thrust the cumbersome material down passed his ankles. I typically liked for my lovers to be as comfortable as possible, so I whisked his shoes and socks off all together. I hated those hastened moments of hunger when two people don't completely shed themselves of their clothing... For me, that made it even less personal. And then, as I crawled upward to his groin, my eyes saw the length that he was given. My mouth about dropped when I saw his massive, throbbing manhood. It must have been ten inches long, and a nice thick width. This was going to be a beautiful night indeed.

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After dousing his quivering penis between my breasts, my head lowered and lips parted... It was then I felt a tug at my head-- motioning me to look up.

 
"I'm a virgin." murmured David.
 
I smiled, not because of his naiveté, but because I was going to have the pleasure of taking this young man's virginity away from him. Young men have so much energy and potency built up in them at that ripe age.
 
"And I don't have a rubber." He went on to add.
 
My response to that of my tongue easing out, and running across the tip of his trembling penis. I didn't care... he had to be inside me and soon. Besides, my tubes were tied when I was 26 after realizing children were in no way a part of future. As my tongue felt the softness of his head, my lips parted further as a large amount of my saliva flowed out over his cock. That was my little touch to prepare the feast... like a fly when it consumes it's nourishment. David's cock was my nourishment... All I needed was his seed gushing down my throat.
 
Almost gagging, I engulfed David's solid, weighty cock. It soon became sheathed with my torrid saliva. It now glistened as I bobbed up and down on his incredible length. God it was so long... David's hands soon rested themselves upon my head, gently running his fingers through my lengthy strands. I liked that... I liked that a lot. No forceful movements, no slamming my head into an unnatural rhythm. He gasped, I swallowed... He bucked, I swallowed more... I knew this was not going to last long. But that was okay. I was his first, and it surprised me that he lasted this long. There was a quick spurt of pre-cum juices that poured over my tongue. My low moans vibrated enough to send him into convulsions... His entire body began to thrust and buck on the couch. His manhood almost fell out of my mouth, yet my hands now held David to the couch. My palms secured on his sweaty chest as I was bent on making this boy cumm. And yet this was still not enough. His manly strength consumed him whole as he cried out in sheer rapture. David was cumming.

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My lips held their lock, my tongue secured beneath the head of his cock. A torrent of sperm jolted outward, and into the dark confines of my mouth. His fingertips dug into my skull, and I wasn't about to wince from the pain. Another thick flood of David's broth flooded my mouth. I held as much of it in as I could because I enjoy taking my time in savoring every drop I can. But this was simply too much. Contending with his involuntary violent reactions, and trying to taste his life giving bouillon was all too much. Thick dribbles of his seed soon spilled down the length of his shaft. It was then I took my first whole swallow of David's sperm. I groaned in utter delight as I felt his warmth descend into my belly. Yet as soon as the flood of his broth was ingested, another was waiting for consumption. I delighted in the feast... He was cumming for me. I made David cumm.

 
It was as if he wouldn't stop cumming. There was so much. And despite how long it took, I made sure every trickle of his seed was ingested. The aftershocks soon set in as David began to catch his breath. By this time, my head was tilted to the side, letting the tip of his penis poke outward through my cheek. The massive bulge caught his eye as he now began to caress my sweat soaked hair once more. My movements slowed, almost to a crawl as I tasted the last pulses of his semen ooze out. Much to my amazement, his cock had not lost it's command as of yet. My mouth still felt the rigid texture, not yielding in the least bit. I knew this was going to be a long, yet fruitful night.
 
After both of us shed the remains of our clothing, I walked David to the third floor of my home where my bedroom was. He was entranced by my fully nude shape. I too was enthralled by his... so muscular and hard. Just like a young 18 year old man should be. There, walking hand in hand through the large, darkened hallways of my home was David and I... about to mate like two unbridled animals. I admit, I was mesmerized by his genuine thoughtfulness and care. His actions were not rude or rushed in anyway. It could easily make any helpless woman fall quickly in love with him... Staring into his eyes made me feel at place-- comfortable. And when we reached the doorway of my large bedroom, he surprised me completely by whisking me off my feet, and into his arms. I laughed out loud, amused by the romanticism he seemed set on adding.
 
"What's wrong?" he asked politely in his thoughtful, tender voice. My amusement faded, realizing this young man probably had read this in a book somewhere in his youth.
 
"Nothing. Just never had that happen to me before." I whispered back as I let myself enjoy the affection. He still carried me across my room where my king size bed awaited.

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My muscles clinched her tongue; an involuntary action to hold her inside me perhaps? Absolutely. Even my body wanted all she could give. I wanted to absorb all of her at that moment. Of course, if it would have been possible, I would gladly have let her fill me with her entire body; our union was that strong.


Her tongue quickly fell out from me as I opened my eyes. I didn't want it to end. Looking back, I saw Sandra slip out of her dress in that seductive way that I had grown to love. That coal black bra and thong made her buxom flesh so enticing, and when she crawled on the cart with me, I had to bite my lower lip watching her shed those remaining garments.

David had to lock the wheels down on the cart so his Mother and I wouldn't roll around the dining room during our impassioned tryst. Her large breasts skimmed over my ass ever so lightly. I could hear her coo with each gentle sway. Breast against ass... Oh my. She then eased her chest downward, watching her breasts squash my skin... each of our knolls curved outward.

"Oh look at that, Shannon. Look at those breasts on your ass." Remarked David as Sandra lifted her misty eyed face to look at me gazing directly at her. Her mouth hung open as that untamed look of lust captivated my senses. With that, Sandra ascended up my frame, drawing her Motherly breasts along my lower back. She reached my neck, clamping her mouth upon my neck as she mounted my ass. I could hear her unintelligible moans of lust.

"Oh Sandra." I gently uttered, feeling her pubic hairs tickle my ass. Her hips began to grind against me as I reached around to hold her head against me.

"You're so fucking hot." I said in a more authoritative tone. "You wanna fuck me, don't you baby? Huh?"

"Uh-hum." Sandra moaned, intoxicated by the possibility.

"You wanna fuck me like an animal, don't you?"

Saliva drooled out on my neck as her teeth sank into my neck. I squealed as her hips thrust themselves into my ass. Her slippery breasts smothered my back as her hands ran up and down my sides. I was her hostage now... she could do anything she wanted with me.

Her mouth plundered my neck, chewing my flesh hungrily as she instinctively humped against me. I could tell she liked this, as well as bringing herself closer to orgasm with every thrust.

"You like humping my ass, don't you?"

Her mouth broke off to exhale in short-winded agreement.

"You loved stabbing my ass with your tongue, didn't you?" I said as her thrusts grew rampantly. "Like you were mating with me."

Sandra wailed in bliss and disbelief. She loved the way I transposed the typical male-female acts of copulation into our entanglements. It was an effective theme that we shared from time to time, although generally we preferred softer expressions of love making. But now we were beasts wanting to mate.

I shoved her off me as I quickly came around to forcefully kiss her. The intensity between us sent David into silence. All he could do was watch in bewilderment as his Mother became this unruly, wild savage. (It was to be a theme I would explore later.) Our arms vigorously held each other; mouth to mouth-- bosom to breast. Our bodies were now slick with the pulpy mass of fruit as several chunks fell to the floor around us. Sandra's tongue pierced my mouth as I swallowed it whole. Our heads twisted hastily in an attempt for a deeper kiss.

"Fuck me." I gasped.

Sandra's only reply was her fingers clutching my hair, throwing my head back so she could consume my neck. Her legs shifted so our pussies came in contact with each other. We sat straddling each other, feeling the heat of our wombs surge in affirmation. This woman's starvation simply amazed me... All I could do was encourage her with my filthy tongue.

"You give me that you fucking animal. Make me your woman-- hump me like a man you fucking beast." And did she. Oh God, did she.

My hands went to her sides, grasping her plump hips just like David did. I don't see how we kept on that cart because our bodies were pushing and pulling together in commanding strength. My arms pulled her in as she dug her pussy into mine... I could tell her clit was swollen as I felt it several times against me.

The three of us ended up in the bedroom that night, and exhausted ourselves for the next two days making love in every manner possible. Sandra and I would pair off, David and his Mother would, or David and I... Sandra didn't show any resentfulness whatsoever when she watched David and I have sex. In fact, she would encourage us along as she masturbated every time. It didn't matter... we all three loved each other equally, yet I knew that my love for them would never compare to the bond that David and Sandra had. They simply felt a much more profound affinity for one another. Their love making would often bring out the finest in both of them. You could just tell it held a powerful meaning by the way they looked at each other, the way they kissed, the way they made love. This display was quite apparent one evening when I walked in on the two in my bed. They were of course having sex, yet I heard both of their impassioned cries of enchantment once I walked through the front door.

Once I entered the bedroom, I saw both Mother and Son in the standard missionary position. Naturally, I came to rest beside them as I concentrated on watching them. Both of their bodies were glazed in sweat as David held his Mother's wide child-bearing hips in his courageous palms. Sandra held her son's head between her neck and shoulder; welcoming his solid, agile foray into her.

"Oh my son... give me a child. A child... make your Mother pregnant." She whispered into his ear.

"Make... me... pregnant." she chanted impassionately between his unrelenting plunges. He sank into her with such subtlety and skill; he had become a flawless lover. Every time she begged her son for this prize, he bucked and rammed into his Mother even harder. My hunch was indeed true... David wasn't afraid of making a woman pregnant. In fact, he desired it as well. That plus the fact that he was going to make his own Mother pregnant made the act even more compelling. The very womb he was created in was about to be lusciously inseminated.

"You're gonna be a Daddy, David... You like that, don't you?" Sandra said, knowing she hit a nerve deep within her child.

"Oh Mother..." he gasped, gripping those saffron hips in assurance.

He leaned back to look into her loving, sapphire eyes. His fingers entrenched themselves deep into her fleshy thighs once more.

"I want... you. Be the Mother of my child." He said, trying to submerge his rock solid cock as deep as possible.

"Our child... OUR child, love." she retorted, catching her breath.

David shuddered in surreal prospect as his Mother placed her feet flat on the bed, forcing her son to the deepest point inside her fertile womb. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, much less seeing. My eyes bulged out, sitting in complete shock. I knew they didn't practice any birth control, and often wondered what would happen if Sandra became did in fact become pregnant. (She never once mentioned to David that he couldn't cumm inside her.) Now it was clear that she desperately craved a child with her lover-- her fiancee-- her own son. All that mattered at this moment was the resplendent conception of a child; a living symbol of their undying love for one another.

Every muscle in David's body tensed up. His face contorted in various shocking expressions as his life giving seed began it's irrevocable surge. Sandra grasped her son's head so they could stare at one another at the exact moment of climax.

"Give us a child, David... give us a child." She huffed as her son affectionately pounded her.

"Oh Mother I will... I will." He said, crying out with a vicious shudder.

Then it happened. David's body surrendered to orgasm induced by his Mother's warm, loving pussy. Sandra quietly squealed to herself, feeling her son's first stream of semen teem throughout her beloved womb. Each climax moved his body to it's core... every thrust he could muster dipped his manhood deeper and deeper. Sandra locked up, strenuously kissing David as the orgasm carried through. Her legs held the sweaty frame of her lover tight, making sure every burst of her son's precious, penetrating sperm stayed inside her. She was going to be the Mother of his child. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever seen two people experience together.

Later that evening, the two pledged to me that they wouldn't leave my bedroom until Sandra's womb was carrying she and David's first child. And that was fine with me. I went out to the local drug store to stock up on EPT's for the occasion. Arriving back home, I found the two engaged once more in breathless, meaningful sex. (They were like Honeymooners since they became lovers.) This time, Sandra was on all fours as David pounded her in a uninhibited doggy style position. Sandra heard me come in, and extended her hand out to me.

"Hold me, love... Hold me." She pleaded with sincerity.

I lovingly complied as I laid in front of her. Her arms motioned for an embrace as I held her up for support. It was amazing holding a woman like this as her entire body absorbed every thrust from her gorgeous son.

"Tell me I'm going to be a mother, Shannon," begged Sandra. "Tell me he's going to make me pregnant... please."

I held my breath in awe, gazing up to see David's robust body hurl itself into his Mother. We locked eyes as I then found the will to give Sandra what she wanted.

"He IS going to make you a Mother, Sandra," I said, kissing her unrestrained hair softly. She whined in delight hearing me assert this deeply felt hope.

David's hands rested on his Mother's ass, squeezing their shapely form as his intent became clear. He glanced down quickly to see her moist flesh receive his stabbing cock again and again. Every pulsating inch of that young man's cock sank all the way into his Mother's vulva. I knew he loved doggy style, but not this much. That boy was hell bent on making this girl pregnant; his face said it all.

"Oh Sandy-- he's going to make such a good Daddy." I said. Again, Sandra whimpered, this time much louder. "Husband and wife... your son coming back to plant the seed of life... back where he belongs."

Sandra screamed into my shoulder, causing David to recoil with another first wave of his boiling, yet welcome seed.

"Oh my GAWD-- he's coming!" Screamed Sandra. "He's so deep."

"Oh darling-- you're going to be a Mommy soon. Yes, love... a Mommy." I exclaimed as I watched David's eyes roll back into his head. His body swayed in euphoria, still clutching that gorgeous, plump ass that seemed to suckle the very life force from his flesh

"A child..." plead David as he plunged again and again into his loving Mother.

Sandra cried out in exaltation, surrendering to the relentless amount of sperm that filled her pussy once more. Her teeth clamped my blouse, grunting like a primitive cave woman. My arms strengthened their hold... I knew this was it. This was the orgasm that was going to create life... a baby. I just knew it.

Two days passed, and every morning, I helped Sandra with the pregnancy test. On Friday, Sandra saw the results she wanted.

She was pregnant.

Thrilled, she embraced me with a kiss as she raced out to the bed where David was still asleep. Waking him with a kiss, her excitement eased as she quietly (but lovingly) broke the news.

"David? David, honey... I'm pregnant. I'm going to have our baby, sweetheart." She whispered tenderly.

Tears stung Sandra's eyes as she openly wept. David happily basked in the news, tenderly embracing the Mother of his child as the two realized that their lives would forever be entwined.

"I love you, Mother. God I love you so much." he said.

The tears crippled her reaction. "I... love you too, baby. I just... I'm just so happy."

It was the perfect moment that crystallized their newly found love. They no longer looked upon each other as Mother and Son... they both were lovers who, without shame or guilt, embraced their inner yearning for unconditional, and endless love. Any other couple would have been envious of the depth and significance of this impassioned coupling. I couldn't have been happier than at this moment... and such a powerful moment too; when two people realize that, as a result of their love, a child would be given to them. Conceived out of love and eagerness... I held each of them as happiness enveloped all three of us.

David Harsin married Sandra Williams on a beautiful spring day the following May. Two months prior, Sandra had given birth to their first child, a healthy baby girl they named Elizabeth Danielle Harsin. The extravagant ceremony was held on my back lawn as dozens of David and Sandra's friends attended. Since no one knew about their prior relationship, everyone thought that David and Sandra were simply a couple; which by this time they indeed were. I was asked to give Sandra away, which I graciously carried out with pleasure. Sandra looked so beautiful as the blushing bride. A true vision of beauty and refinement. David's college friends thought he was insane for getting married so young, but once they saw the sizzling hot lady he was marrying, they were all incredibly envious. I had to bite my lip several times throughout the emotional ceremony. If the guests in attendance only knew how far the bride and groom had come to reach this momentous day. (The mere concept still takes my breath away as I write this.) Tears were shed, smiles were given, and rings exchanged as Sandra lovingly pronounced the vows to her son;

"I do."

Sandra joyfully took her husband's name as they were pronounced man and wife; Mr and Mrs David Harsin.

Agreeing to watch the baby for them, David and Sandra went on a two month long honeymoon in the Caicos Islands. My parents owned a secluded beach side residence they only used two weeks out of the year, so I sent the newlyweds on their way. David had decided to sit out of college for a year to focus on his marriage, and Sandra quit her job at the real estate agency. That was fine with me since they both moved in with me a month after they realized their love. That, plus Sandra wanted to focus on being the best Mother she could possibly be. (She was such a tender and loving Mother.) They had no expenses, no worries, nothing... and that was the way I wanted it for them. I didn't want anything to come between them; I loved them that much. I had decided to stay in Chicago since this was their time, and not mine.

We kept in touch every few days during their honeymoon. Sandra would call me, gloating in fulfillment about what David and she had done that day. Sandra had grown to love sucking her husband's cock immensely. She loved watching him tremble as she lovingly induced orgasm after orgasm, engulfing his precious seed into her awaiting stomach. Their sex became more assertive, exploring each other's every desire with unbridled fervor. David introduced his angelic bride to the varied pleasures of anal intercourse. Sandra found that she enjoyed this passionate act of intercourse profoundly. (It didn't surprise me since David adored both of our bountiful backsides. It was to become a fetish we would spend many nights delving into.) It was as if she had been awoken to her true sexual instinct in his arms. Nothing was taboo, no act was deemed wrong or shameful...

Upon their return, I was greeted by a very tan and toned couple. Sandra's hair had turned back to it's original lustrous blonde as her skin glowed with a deep brown hue. David too seemed to be more handsome than ever with his buff body and tan skin. Even after two months, their romance had not died off the least bit. After a meaningful welcome home hug, Sandra took my hand; placing it on her stomach. With a telling smile, I felt a slight bulge in her abdomen.

"Again?" I asked with a coy smile.

Sandra nodded happily. "It's hard not to when you make love over ten times a day, sweetheart."

We laughed together, holding each other as we celebrated the welcomed news.

Afterthoughts...

Sandra and David recently celebrated their tenth wedding anniversary, and now have four beautiful healthy children together. David became the doting Father Sandra and I faithfully expected. On their first anniversary, they proposed to me on our vacation to Maui, welcoming me into their marriage as their wife. We arranged for a native tribal minister to marry the three of us in a private beach side ceremony there in Hawaii. The ritual concluded as the three of us were submerged naked into the warm waters of the Pacific.

It was the most amazing moment in my entire life.

The three of us raise the children as our own, and enjoy the comfortable lifestyle of a leisure, relaxed pace at our home. At forty, I now have a beautiful husband and wife I can call my own, and four sweet children that I adore tremendously. David went on to become a successful lawyer, and Sandra and I began our own consulting firm, working together as woman and wife. It amazes to me this day, even as I write this to you. All of my doubts about commitment and devotion shattered when David and Sandra walked into my life. Through revealing a forbidden sexual taboo, my life prospered in all areas. It took the devotion of a Mother and her son to show me the genuine meaning of love. It changed me greatly... even to the point of having my tubes surgically re-tied last year so I could conceive a child with our loving husband.

I am due with David, Sandra, and I's first child next August.

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Love Meredith's work. She is on Twitter too I think

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"I like the way you talk to me." He quipped.

 
"Yea?" I replied.
 
"Yea. You don't talk down to me."
 
"I like hearing you have sex with me. Verbalizing your feelings and wants through words." I said as he gently set my frame onto the bed. "It makes it so much more powerful."
 
"Yea. I like it." He returned.
 
I echoed his sentiment by positioning myself comfortably, easing my legs apart as he motioned himself atop me. My hands came to his lower back as he lunged forward to kiss me. This by far was his most forward act of aggression all night. Again, I had no complaints. Our kiss matured as our tongues twisted together in a most passionate exchange. I could tell this boy was a lover, not a fighter. I loved being seduced by his deeply affectionate and understanding heart. It was refreshing to say the least.
 
Inexperienced, David fumbled his still throbbing cock to the outer lips of my quivering vagina. With some helpful whispers and nudges, he soon mounted me, easing his eager cock inside me. I gasped as I felt every inch move inside me. Recoiling on the bed, my lungs heaved in breathless foresight. He felt so good inside me.
 
"Oooh, David. You're so deep." I said under my breath. "So deep."
 
"Shannon. I..." he tried to say. His senses were on complete overload, taking away his ability to structure a sentence.
 
"Say it, David." I said as I felt him shift inside me. "What do you feel? Tell me what you're thinking of."
 
"You're just..." stumbled David as he slightly withdrew the tip of his cock. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
 
"What else?"
 
"You... You're so... beautiful." He said as he pushed the rest of his length inward.

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This sent me into a complete state of delirium. All ten inches of him had safely lodged deep within my cervix. My legs stretched outward, and came around to lock him into place. He wasn't going anywhere. I took my left arm, and wrapped his neck with it to bring his drenched face into the folds of my cleavage. It was there he floundered his way into a steady rhythm.

 
"You're so deep, David."
 
He bucked... "Oh yes. I want to be... deeper."
 
"You can be."
 
He cringed in helpless awe. "You're so beautiful Shannon."
 
"You're mating with me, aren't you?" I asked, trying to get him to open up more.
 
"Yea..." he said between thrusts.
 
"Don't be afraid. Don't worry... I want you to cum inside me, David." The look on his face said it all.
 
It was if he wanted to say "Really? I can do this?" It was like I granted him his all time wish. I knew so many men had been conditioned not to ever plant their seed deep inside a woman's womb. That stigmatism was so unfair, and once that old fashioned notion was discarded, he and I could truly begin to grow... I soon took notice of his sweaty brow. The look in his eyes made me so happy. I could tell he was once again close to cumming, and I began to chant soft words of encouragement. The hope in that young man's eyes... that look of longing and optimism.

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"So much hope, isn't there?" I cooed in his ear. He head resting on my shoulder and his lips to my ear. He quickly jolted, obviously responding to my words.

 
"Oh baby, you can say it. Say what you feel to me." I said as his cock surged deep within my aching womb.
 
So much hope.
 
"God Shannon. You have me... you have me." He gasped as he thrusts became more insistent.
 
He then sat up on his hands, and initiated all of his potential. Soon, the slaps and grunts of ourselves echoed throughout the room as overwhelming authority took it's command. It was as if that boy wanted nothing more than to crawl inside me whole, and stay there forever. At this point, I would have allowed him to do so if it was physically possible... I wanted him that bad.
 
I decided to lay off on the verbalization of our passions for now, and let him focus on mating with me. To give David some variety, I shifted to my side so that he could penetrate me sideways. He seemed to like that. But it was when I got on all fours that he truly found his home... With his hands secured to my wide comfortable hips, David began pounding away. He began crying out now, as I did too... I knew he liked looking down at my wide ass slapping against his now sweaty groin. It was becoming too much again. David was cumming once again. And this time, it was inside the deepest regions of my womanhood. That young man's living essence was coursing throughout my veins, and there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it.

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The night evolved from simple missionary style sex to more curious, experimental copulation. I had a few years of experience on David, and I did everything in my power to show him the joys and delights of great sex. And it was amazing. Not for six hours did that boy go limp once... I began to show him the various techniques of foreplay... I showed him how to taste a woman's vagina the right way. Using words and actions, I showed him how to fall into a complacent style all unto his own. By the early morning hours, David's longing for my backside prospered as he tenderly experienced anal sex for the first time. I gave him complete instructions on how to do it, and do it with grace and understanding. I made sure that he knew it was all about the woman, and not him in order to feel complete euphoria during anal sex. Yet the pleasure he induced me with was nothing compared to the joy of feeling his soothing warm semen permeate my lush rectum. He was truly a pro just waiting for his day.

 
The next morning came as we awoke in each other's arms. Lazily waking up, I called in to work and said I was sick with the flu. David merely flopped his head back down to sleep. Both obviously not ill or stricken, we fell asleep in the cozy warmth of one another. David seemed to relish the afterglow... In fact, he was the first male I've ever been with to not only encourage it, but foster it. He continually amazed me. Yet I began to worry that he might (in some way) mistake this for love. I had to be careful.
 
I awoke around 3pm that afternoon and decided to stir David awake with a sensuous blowjob. Again using no hands, it wasn't long before David filled my empty stomach with his life giving seed. To further his open-mouthed wonder, I turned him over and began kneading his athletic, well toned ass. If he liked my ass so much, he just had to enjoy what I was about to do to his. Parting my lips, I smothered my face between his cheeks, and initiated an unmerciful tonguing of his asshole. David went into convulsions as my tongue skillfully traced his opening, slowly easing inside him, and around his sensitive cleft. He must have liked it because within minutes, he was sporting a fully erect cock once more... and naturally, it found it's way back inside me... we fucked all afternoon.
 
That evening, David and I eventually collapsed outside in my jacuzzi. We had just finished a lengthy sixty nine with myself on top. To amaze him even more, I decided to kiss David with a mouthful of his own sperm... something I had never tried with any man before. Much to my own surprise, David didn't refuse or deny the kiss as his warmth trickled out into his own mouth. Encouraged, I placed my hands on the back of his head to ensure the strength of this deed... We both swallowed his semen without any reservation.

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Cuddling up in the steamy water, we began to share our thoughts and feelings about the previous night and day. I found out that he was indeed a true romantic at heart, and was happy to hear that he wasn't falling in love with me. He cared for me, just as I did for him, but he knew I wasn't going to be the love of his life. It was at this point, I grew curious about him.

 
"What's your favorite fantasy, David. I mean, the most erotic and taboo thing you've ever wanted to do in your entire life." I asked as my breasts nudged against his chest. "And don't just say you wanna watch two women get off. That's too easy."
 
"Well, that is what I'd like to see one day." He said with that boyish grin I had grown so fond of.
 
"I mean you-- yourself." I continued. "Don't be shy. Nothing is too outrageous or sick for me."
 
He laughed once more, this time sitting up in the water. I could tell his interest has been piqued. "No, no, no. Trust me, mine are pretty freakin' sick." He answered.
 
I was now hell bent on finding out what this fantasy was. "And me licking your balls and ass isn't sick? You can tell me."
 
He looked off, knowing I was right. I could tell there was some serious reservation about this. Gee, this had to be really good. I helped him along by reaching beneath the water, and gently stroking his already stiff cock. I knew then he was aroused. In my most seductive, tantalizing voice, I cooed in his ear...
 
"What is it you've always wanted to do, but never could? Who is it you've always wanted? Hmm? David..." I whispered again... "David?" I said as my tongue slid into his ear.
 
"My.. my Muu... my Mother." He said under his breath.
 
I sat back, truly taken by what he had just said. This was truly unique, if not downright sick. "What did you just say?" I asked, still trying to be reassuring.

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"Hey-- you asked." He said, almost offended.

 
"I know, but... wow. I wasn't expecting that!" I said. I began to think about what he had just said. Considering the encouragement I preached to this boy since the night before, I shouldn't be so hard.
 
"What uhmm..." I tried to structure a complete sentence. "What-- why you're Mother? I mean, is she-- was she abusive or something?" I asked.
 
He quickly answered, offended yet again. "No. Never."
 
"Okay. Well then, how long.... how long have you felt this way?"
 
"Since I can remember." He said gazing off into the distance. I could tell his heart was sincere and open. Now I wanted to know more about this taboo desire.
 
After a long talk about his background, David's mother appeared more and more like a self righteous, conceited bitch. Leaving her child to be raised by her parents was one thing, but to totally ignore her child was something I felt was wrong. From what I understood, his Mother cut off all communication with her parents as well, except for a yearly Christmas card with a picture of herself enclosed. After a few tears and a couple of glasses of wine, David revealed that on some occasions, he would sneak her picture from the fireplace mantle and take it to his bed so he could stare at her image for hours on end. A most intimate heart to heart, he admitted to me that he even fell in love with her in a certain way. These were intimate confessions that would shock most, yet held me captive as I continued to listen. The way he described it, the manner in which he spoke of her was that of a lost lover... a soul who had held it's claim on his own as true soul mates. By the end of the night, I was convinced that the one true love in David's life was his very own Mother.
 
After some much needed sleep, David awoke the next morning nestled beside my lower back. He seemed to fancy the comfortable warmth of it, and I wasn't complaining. Later I found out that he said that the first thing he wanted to see that morning was the high rounded globes of my ass. After a quick bite to eat, we parted ways with a deep soul kiss. We both had just spent over 48 hours together, yet it was time to go back to our "lives". Yet his words and mannerisms held me captive. Not only the gentle, yet intense way he made love to me, but now this scenario between he and his mother kept appearing in my mind. I began contemplating what she may look like. I imagined how she would react to having David mating with her. Never before had I ever thought about the concept of it, nor would I have ever allowed this to happen to me or anyone I loved, but for some reason, it kept coming to the forefront of my every thought. Could a young man truly fall in love his own Mother? The way a man would his wife, or girlfriend? I had to find out.

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We arranged to spend that weekend together back at my place. I told David to bring enough clothes for a stay, yet we both knew he wouldn't wear any of them. It was Wednesday, and I had two days to do some investigating. Having access to all the students' personal records, I pulled David's up late that afternoon to get the phone number to his Grandparents. Gathering my courage, I called and spoke to his Grandmother. I introduced myself as someone who was coordinating a High School reunion for her daughter, and was wanting to get in touch with her. She bought it, and happily gave me her number... I even found out her name. Sandra. My stomach quickly jumped. "Even her name sounds sexy." I thought to myself. The Grandmother concluded that they haven't spoken in quite some time, but did know how to contact her in case of any emergency. I thanked her, and quickly planned my next call.

 
"Nelson Real Estate, this is Sandra. May I help you?" said the soft spoken, elegant voiced female. I stammered, but quickly hatched a scheme.
 
"Hi Sandra. My name is Shannon Thompson, and I got your number from a friend of mine here at work. They said you were the one to talk to to find the best house around." I said in my most enticing, flirtatious voice. I turned on the charm all the way, and she immediately picked up on it. After the cordial introductions, I found out she was just outside the city, and had several million dollar homes up for sale. As I listened to her intoxicating, penetrating voice, (just like the libidinous, edgy voice Demi Moore has) I came to the conclusion that she was definitely reachable, and quite flirtatious herself. The two of us hit it off, sharing quick stories of our lives, and how we both came to our professions. By the end of the conversation, I found myself oddly attracted to this complete stranger. We set a time that Friday to go look at one of her homes. And as I hung up the phone, I could tell we were both looking very forward to the meeting...
 
The situation now presented a problem. David was due in that Friday evening, and my meeting with Sandra was scheduled for 4pm. I quickly told David to wait for my call that night after I finished my meeting. I told him nothing of what my plans were. Yet as all the possible scenarios played out on my head, it soon became apparent I was setting all of this up for David to finally see his Mother face to face after 18 years. The fleeting thoughts of a possible love affair between the two also took shape... I had to stop. This was getting all to awkward for me to think about. I was becoming quite aroused by the mere thought of it all... and I wanted to make it happen no matter what.

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Friday came, and before I knew it, I was face to face with Sandra. We met at her plush office late that Friday afternoon, and I was instantaneously struck by her prominent beauty and disposition. She was a sumptuous, full figured blonde who had an almost identical body to mine. Perhaps an extra two or three pounds. She stood about an inch higher than me, and that was certainly not a problem on my account. I could tell Sandra was the ultimate professional. She had a gentle radiance of a rare beauty few words can illustrate. I simply wanted nothing more than to swallow her whole right there in her office. Dressed in a light tan, form fitting suit, I could tell she too loved to show off the curves and features she had so generously possessed. As I sat across from her in the entrance of her office, I soon made the comparison that she looked almost identical to Suzanne Somers. That wide, vivid smile... lengthy flaxen locks of hair that fell nicely around her shoulders. Eyes that caught yours no matter where your gaze fell upon... And her irresistible aroma; that of a spring arrangement of the most exotic flowers. Her entire body was that of a gentle callililly... steady, wondrous, and quite exorbitant. Her stirring aroma saturated my senses, Her skin held a most delicious shade of bronze-- not as dark as me, but certainly enough to make you catch your breath. Her short skirt displayed two of the most deepest of yellow thighs that made my heart flutter upon looking at them. And they were just the right thickness too-- ample, yet not chubby-- perfect to burrow my fingernails into as I brought her lips to mine. I admire women who don't feel ashamed of their weight or size. In fact, I think most people prefer more fleshy women in my honest opinion. Her large breasts were nicely shrouded in her blouse and jacket, yet the jacket dipped low enough to reveal the top portion of her smooth, bountiful cleavage. I was finding myself aroused and drawn to this woman whose son just had intercourse with me two days prior to our meeting. If she only knew that her own son's penis had just been lodged deep inside me. I decided then that she was going to find out for herself.

 
Sandra and I drove together to a secluded subdivision outside the city. It was getting to be dusk outside, and the setting sun was illuminating Sandra in a glorious light. She was truly a beautiful woman. The obvious flirtation between us flourished as she and I strolled through the empty hallways. Quite honestly, I didn't pay much attention to the details, except in rooms or areas where I envisioned she and I locked together in a thoughtful, devoted kiss. Her smiles grew in succession as did mine... featherweight touches upon each other's arms or shoulders hinted what was obvious. I could tell that she was enjoying my company tremendously. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing... perhaps she was basking in the identical salacious thoughts of me. Our two bodies swathed together, completely unsheathed and bare... my breasts snuggled safely against hers... our hands entwined together... long, reassuring stares into each other's eyes as kisses ripened into bountiful feasts of one anther's most intimate hopes. Her soft, golden hips coming to rest above my head as my fingers grip her thighs. There truly is something to be said about a woman loving another. An unspoken trust, a mutual loyalty that only two females can experience. A man can give us a thrill, yet a woman gives us the much needed finesse. It's a recipe that only two women can truly know and comprehend. And Sandra and I were about to mix our ingredients together.

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My head was spinning. Not expecting such genuine feelings, I simply had to say something to her... I had to break the silence that was both evidently consuming us. After the tour, Sandra and I walked out the front entrance as she turned to lock the door.

 
"So what did you think?" she asked in that edgy utterance of hers as the keys flipped the lock.
 
"I really liked it, Sandra. You're good at this." I said, complimenting her.
 
Turning back towards me, she pulled her hair behind her left ear in what I call a "beauty" move... Us ladies do that, sometimes involuntarily, but she was doing it out of unabashed flirtation. I just knew it. And now the twilight of the evening (what photographers call "magic" hour) glimmered behind her.
 
"Please, call me Sandy." She said, flashing another one of her enchanting smiles, which melted me right there. If I made it with her, she would be the most magnificent creature I would have ever bedded in my entire life. I stepped towards her, lowering my face to look at her through my brow. My face plainly had the "fuck me" look across it, and I wasn't ashamed in the least bit.
 
"Wanna make out?" I said in a hushed tone. She hesitated, realizing what I just asked. It wasn't so much of a question as it was a statement. I didn't regress or back off. My left hands reached to gently nuzzle her cheekbone. Her eyes immediately pulsated to a close as I took this as her silent approval. With that, the gap between our lips dissolved as my lips smoothed out upon hers. My eyes closed, allowing my sense of touch to cherish this kiss. There was no retreat from Sandra at all... no doubt, no hesitancy... just assurance. And as our lips shaped themselves into a soothing, comfortable disposition, I inhaled her now familiar aroma I had grown so fond of. She was so gentle. As with any first kiss, it is always memorable-- treasured for all time. I felt the warmth of those pouty lips move in sync with mine. A slight whimper of awe escaped from Sandra as my fingertips eased upon each side of her gorgeous face. It was like touching a priceless, rare porcelain doll. Sandra motioned first by penetrating our kiss with her tongue. Welcoming her advance, my lips promptly clasped it. It was then I exhaled loudly-- a moan of absolute astonishment. Sandra was inside me. If I ended the kiss now, I could at least say I've had a Mother and her son both inside me. I trembled by the mere thought of the imaginative concept.

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Sandra's hands found themselves safely tucked in mine now. Her tongue grew daring, and began running across my teeth. Her hands secured my face in place as I just relaxed and relished her bold aggression. Now tracing my lips with her tongue, Sandra cast her hot breath upon my face along with a low hungry moan... I then felt her dripping tongue flatten itself upon my right cheek, whetting my entire face in long, drawn out laps. Taken by her primitive deed, all I could do was gasp. Like a cat licking it's milk, she lapped my entire face... my forehead, my jaw, lower neck, my nose... Never before had I experienced such a forceful kiss from anyone. My make-up was completely wiped away, yet I think Sandra didn't care. I think she would have been happy with dirt-- as long as it was a part of me, she wanted it. Her tongue then fell into my left ear lobe as I could clearly hear and feel this woman's carnal passion reach it's undeniable crest.
 
"God you're so beautiful." Sandra groaned into my ear as a sloppy tongue filled my ear canal.
 
I smiled, falling into her arms as my mouth secured itself around her neck.
 
"Oh my God-- Shannon." She yelped as my hands reached behind her back for support.
 
I could taste her salty perspiration now, which was a big turn on for me. I loved making a woman sweat. It was then I realized we both were still on the porch, still dressed yet hungrily swapping spit with one another. In the bewilderment of the kiss, she somehow stepped back in an attempt to calm herself down.
 
"I just met you." She uttered in a defenseless tone.
 
"Then let's get to know one another better." I whispered, soothing her doubts with an infallible kiss. I could hear the hesitancy in her voice.
 
"Have dinner with me tonight." I hissed as another wet kiss drenched Sandra's ear lobe.
 
The tip of my tongue circled about, nestling itself inside her ear as gave me the answer I was looking for...
 
"Oh God yes." She said with a shudder.

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I giggled as she did too, but our laugh was brief as our mouths once again indulged themselves in an inspiring kiss. Her entire mouth opened as far as it would go... her lips falling just below my nose and lower chin. My hands reached back to hold her head in place so that nothing could break this kiss... She amazed me. There is nothing more erotic than being with someone who truly wants you in every way possible... we both wanted this, and there was nothing to stop it from happening. We arranged for dinner at my house later that evening. There was much to prepare for.

 
David arrived at the house much to his relief. Dressed in an enticing white cocktail dress, I greeted him at the door with a meaningful embrace. Always the gentleman, he complimented my dress, saying the ivory fabric made a nice contrast to my mahogany skin. Little did he know what plans I had in store for him that evening. I had arranged for him to arrive two hours before his Mother arrived, that way I could prepare him for his irrefutable destiny. We made our way into the living room where David and I shared an expensive bottle of chardonea. Cuddled together on the couch, we made out for the better part of an hour. I intentionally held back, not wanting to let the petting to get out of control. Between the slurps of our ravenous kisses, I asked David...
 
"Have you ever watched a woman seduce another girl before, David?"
 
With his hands on my bare shoulders, he groaned a low "no". A sly grin came over me as I held his face in my left hand, looking directly at his astonished expression. In a hushed, intimate tone, I began to inform David of my plans.
 
"I met your Mother earlier this afternoon, David." I said as he caught his breath... his interest was piqued.
 
"I'm sorry, but what you told me really moved me."
 
He was at a loss for words. "You mean... you really did?"
 
I nodded yes, biting my lower lip. I was hoping he would approve.
 
"She's coming over here in about another hour." I said, noticing his void and motionless state.

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He approved all right. He entire being was seized with the possibility that his dream could actually happen... I could sense his growing apprehension and nervousness. With my finger pressed to his lips, I sshhed him carefully as I sensed he was becoming scared.

 
"I want you to watch me make love to her, David. There's plenty of hiding areas in my bedroom so you can see us. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I asked as his eyes never once left mine... he nodded yes.
 
"But..." he began to say... "What does she... I mean... does she... you and her, I mean... like each other?" He asked innocently. Again, I nodded yes. His eagerness caused me to smile. What a devoted young man.
 
I leaned over to softly kiss his lips. After doing so, I whispered; "I kissed her just like I did you now."
 
I looked down to his lips, tracing them with my finger. "Her hands felt me just like yours did. Her breasts against mine." I whimpered just thinking about Sandra's intoxicating beauty. And her irresistible fragrance.
 
"Oh David, I can't wait to make love to her-- she's so gorgeous."
 
David moaned in delight. I could feel his cock growing beyond the constraining material of his pants. I was bestriding him by this point, and felt his growing ambition with each breath we shared.
 
"I can see why you want her." I said as his hands grasped each of my full thighs.