Middle Class Incest
Date: 28.01.2010Keywords: Middle, Incest, Class,
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She was giving an impromptu demonstration of the correct way to do the breast stroke whilst standing by the side of the town's semi public pool.
She was tanned and athletic with sun bleached blonde hair.
That summer's fashion was for short; loose sweat-shirt tops and the perennial shorts.
Hers were expertly tailored to her tight bottom; the slight flare at the turn-ups that were cut mid-thigh offering the barest possibility of further exposure. The white shorts contrasting perfectly with the tan of her legs and taut stomach; pale pink polished toe and fingernails hinted at her hidden intimate colouring.
But what really caught my eye was the top. I hadn't realised before how large her breasts were.
As she demonstrated the stroke they pushed the lower edge of her cut-off top away from her body, and from my position in the pool I thought that I caught just the barest glimpse of the under swell of her breasts.
She repeated the demonstration several times. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Hers sought mine and as they locked together she gave me a smile.
"Come on out Johnny, get dried off and dressed, we have to go! You know that your father doesn't like to be kept waiting," my mother's voice called.
The thought of my father in one of his tempers chilled me, and shivering I left the pool.
As my mother helped rub me dry, I smelt the barest hint of her perfume and leaning closer took a deep breath. She caught the gesture and smiled. "You're growing up too quickly she said."
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That night, after the customary silent and tense evening meal followed by a solitary hour of television, I went to bed at my usual time of 8 o'clock, but instead of reading my adventure story, I lay awake, reliving those exquisite moments at the pool.
My dreams over the past few months had woken me with an erection and wet underpants but no recollection of their substance.
That night, however, I dreamt of the woman by the pool. When I awoke I relieved the pressure in my groin, nervously listening for the sounds of a waking household and whilst dreading the possibility of being discovered by my mother, wove her into my fantasy.
After showering, I went down to the kitchen for breakfast. My father was dressed for work and indeed left without acknowledgement a few moments later.
My mother, herself normally ready for work, was still wearing her nightdress covered by a silk dressing gown. "I'm not going in until later, so I'll have the time to drop you off at school" she said.
As she took her seat at the table a fork fell to the floor. We both reached down to pick it up. As she bent forward her top fell open revealing a quantity of untanned flesh and the deep cleft between.
As we both groped for the fallen object she caught me looking down her front and covered herself with one hand whilst quickly grasping the fork with the other. As I resumed my seat, I felt my face begin to flush with embarrassment. I couldn't help but glance in the direction of her chest and to my amazement saw her nipples rise in the centre of each delicious mound.
She too was flushed and momentarily unable to meet my gaze. When she did, she studied my face intently, smiled and reached across the table; took both my hands in hers and looking deep into my eyes said," I will always love you."
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During the drive to school, still dressed in her housecoat and nightdress, she made no attempt to re-cover her legs as the material slowly but surely slipped away revealing more and more suntanned thigh.
I watched this process from the corner of my eyes, and soon felt a stirring in my groin. It was with difficulty and some embarrassment that I extricated myself from the car and at the last minute she called me back, "No goodbyes then?"
I leaned across the passenger seat to give her a kiss on the cheek, but at the last minute she turned her face towards me and kissed me full on the mouth. Pulling back quickly, I saw her glance take in the swelling in my groin. She smiled playfully and said "Have a good day," then turned her attention to the road and drove away.
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School was one long, seemingly endless, agony of boredom. The girls that had seemed so alluring yesterday no longer held any interest for me. The childish sex talk of my friends during breaks sickened me with their foolishness. I was pulled up sharply on several occasions for staring into space during lessons.
I couldn't shake off my memory of my mother's behaviour that morning. Was it just adolescent wishful thinking? By the time that I returned home I had decided that it was and relegated the memory to that area of the brain reserved for masturbatory fantasy.
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The house was as usual empty, and would be for at least another hour. Going to my room I started on my homework. Unable to concentrate on the 300 word essay assignment entitled "The relevance of atomic power in the event of the depletion of fossil fuel deposits", I soon found myself unconsciously rubbing my groin. I thought of my mother's legs and her breasts.
Checking that I would be undisturbed for at least another half an hour, I entered my parent's bedroom. Carefully, opening and closing drawers until I found her underwear. I leaned my face close and took a deep breath of the perfume that she used on the flimsy lace and nylon. I took a pair of her panties and held them to my face, trying to discern any trace of her intimate odours. Then a bra, the tips of which I licked and then sucked.
The sound of a car in the drive caused me momentary panic and I carefully, I thought, replaced the items. I was back in my room even before the key was placed in the front door lock.
It was my mother. She called out," Johnny, I'm home." I walked to the top of the stairs. She was dressed in a dark blue business suit, with matching two inch heeled shoes, her skirt was cut to mid thigh and her blouse was pale blue. As usual she had no need of stockings.
What was unusual, however, was that her jacket was unbuttoned, as were the top two buttons of her blouse. From my position I was treated to a view of the top of her lacy pale grey bra and that devastating cleavage. "How was your day? Darling," she inquired, "Much homework?"
I described my assignment. "Not much to laugh about in that is there?" she said, "Never mind, let me get showered and changed and I'll give you a hand. Your Dad's going to be late tonight"
I turned to watch as she passed me on the way to her bedroom, my eyes taking in every inch of her; the swell of her buttocks; the muscles of her calves; the back of her knees; the stretch of her skirt and the gentle sway of her hips.
Had she always looked like that? Was she exaggerating her walk for my benefit? I just didn't know.
I was just settling myself into my homework when she called me. "I've got the clasp of my necklace caught in my hair. Can you come and untangle me please?"
Her jacket was lying in a pile on the floor and her blouse had been pulled from her skirt and was completely unbuttoned. She was bending over towards the door as I walked in, her hair hanging over her face as she tried to untangle the clasp. She turned sideways from me as I entered the room and still with her hands behind her head straightened up. Her bra, I now saw, was made of fine lace and her breasts were standing out proudly.
I walked behind her and noticed that the zipper at the back of her skirt and the button at the top was undone, exposing the top of her thong.
When I raised my eyes I realised that she had turned to face the full length mirror on the wall of the bedroom and looking into it I could see her erect nipples through the bra.
This sight; that of her full breasts and the muscles of her suntanned stomach caused me to catch my breath and I struggled briefly with the clasp until it suddenly released and slipped from my grasp.
The pendant lodged between her breasts.
Neither of us moved.
I caught her reflected gaze in the mirror and gently reaching around and under her arm, slipped two fingers briefly into her cleavage and as I pulled the pendant free, allowed my hand to accidentally brush across a nipple.
I held the necklace out and she took it from my hand. "Thank you," she said," I'm going to shower now."
She walked over to her bed and laid the necklace onto it next to the two items of underwear that I had been playing with earlier. These she picked up and held to her cheek. Then smelling them briefly and smiling she slipped into the bathroom saying," I think these will do for tonight."
I turned towards the door to let myself out and glanced back at the mirror on the bedroom wall. She hadn't fully closed the door to the bathroom and in its reflection I watched her undress.
First the blouse was thrown casually to the floor; she then wriggled out of the skirt.
Carefully not making eye contact she slowly reached behind her back undid the clasp to her bra and slipped out of it. Briefly squeezing her breasts together and flicking each nipple with a thumb, she leaned forward and gently closed the door.
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My erection was huge. It took me to my bathroom, where after locking the door, I hastily dropped my trousers and briefs and started to masturbate whilst leaning against the wall for support. I had no control and my orgasm began immediately. A stream of semen spurted across the room. My whole body was shaking. It took me several minutes before I could start to clean up the mess.
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She was all business when she came to help me with my homework but with her acute intelligence and understanding of market forces, soon piqued my interest in the subject. After thirty minutes of debate, I thought that I had enough of a handle on it to begin the essay. I can still remember it almost word for word after a period of more than twenty years. It got me an A.
Throughout dinner my mother seemed to have forgotten that anything had passed between us.
She was back to being my mother. She told me about her day; the successes and failures; the fun parts and those incidents that had caused annoyance.
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Keywords: Middle, Incest, Class,