A series I've decided to start working on...
Story by Reaps25
I've been pretty much a shadow here at the forums and I've decided to contribute to something I like (a lot to be honest). Now I'm no master story writer like Jokermon (damn that would be nice wouldn't it?) but I'm giving my writing skills a go and sharing a fantasy of mine. I hope at least one person on here will like it as much as I do. Note that this is a work in progress and this is not the final draft but the result of a quick writing session. I'm open to suggestions and I very much want to make this series one hot mama (literally). There is no "action" yet but just a precursor of what's to come.
The Truth - Part 1
Journal Entry #1:
Tuesday, December 15th
Due to events that I’m about to explain I’ve decided to start a journal to channel my thoughts and ease tension not only for myself but someone I care about. Since this is the first time I’m ever doing something like this I might as well start from the beginning: My name is John and for the past 17 years I've lived a normal life; I've gone to school and hung out with my friends, went out with a few girls here and there but something always felt different. Deep down I felt a nagging at my stomach, not a large tug that would drive someone insane after a while but a twitch if you will. Every now and again I would feel a slight movement in my gut and I could never find a pattern for when it would occur and anything of significance going on at the time. I've scoured the internet in hopes of finding a medical solution to it but it came up dry. I do know that it tends to happen 3 times a week and it's always on random days. Now the reason I would even bring this up is that this twitch is starting to occur more and more as I inch towards my 18th birthday and among...other things. Anyway, I live out in the suburbs of the state capital in a more upper class neighborhood with my mother. She's the most caring person I know and has taken care of me ever since I was 3 when my father walked out on us. She told me it was a mutual decision and I would be better off without him (that's a mutual decision?) as he was never exactly keen on having a kid at 18 and that he still had things he wanted to do with his life. So I never pressed the issue about my dad and I think I've turned out ok. I'm currently 5'11" with a medium frame that has a healthy dose of muscle thanks to lifting heavy objects on a daily basis when I was working. I was always told I was 'cute' by my girlfriends mainly due to my dark hair combined with hazel-brown eyes so my self-esteem was high and I like to think my friends would've noticed and even complemented me on it if not for them ogling my 41 year old mom Michelle. She's a tall woman at around 6'2" (yes it does intimidate me) with some of the most long and toned legs I've ever seen on a woman with fiery red hair adorned atop the face of a 30 year old model and piercing blue eyes (I got my looks from my father I presume). Now to include my friends' perspectives on her: "Oh my God, she has the biggest tits I've ever seen! Those are at least 38EE and her hips are as wide as a semi-truck!" These comments are daily and are extremely irritating and also embarrassing because I agree with them. I've always been more attracted to my mother than any of my girlfriends which is probably why they were never my girlfriends for long as I found myself fantasizing about her hair in my face and her breasts pushed up against my chest and my hands cupping her large buttocks. Sorry, I got a little sidetracked there. Those were my dreams for the past 2 weeks now and I'm beginning to fantasize about her in the day as well. It's becoming extremely hard to keep my eyes off her and the twitching in my stomach increases when we're in the same vicinity. I think she’s begun to notice how fidgety I am in her presence as she continually asks me if I have to go to the bathroom where I casually as I can tell her that I was just cold or some other lame excuse to hide my obvious uncomfortable body. Even though most of my blood rushes to my penis when I’m around her I’ve been able to see changes in her behavior as well these past couple weeks like she has become uncomfortable in my presence as I have in hers. I see her cross her legs and bring her arms in towards her stomach as if shielding herself from my eyes when we're in the same room and she constantly looks away from me when I talk to her and it’s caused an immense amount of guilt in my heart that I am the cause of it. She is still my mother and I love her deeply, but I can’t control these other feelings of taboo towards her. It’s like her body sucks me into some of sex and lust that I can’t dissipate and am forced to sit on the sidelines and watch as my yearn to reproduce takes over. I get the strange feeling that these incestuous thoughts won’t go away as much as I want it too, yet I drool over the thought of them staying and my desires coming t
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