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Isn't it funny how one little incident can change your life forever? Sometimes you don't recognize it, and you just go on about your busy life without noticing that your universe has been knocked out of its orbit. When I found the hoard of pornography hidden behind my son, Brad's desk, I was surprised only because I wasn't expecting to find it. A little part of me was disappointed in him of course but I quickly got over that. He's 18, I told myself, and I'm not so naïve that I don't know that young porn men looked at young porn. It was just the nature of the pornography that really threw me. All the magazines contained only stories about incest!
I've been divorced from Brad's father for four years and they have not been the easiest of times for the two of us. I have absolutely no contact with anyone on my Ex-husbands side of the family and my parents were divorced when I was five. My mother died years ago and I haven't seen my father since I was 14. I was told he had remarried and lived on the west coast. Brad of course has never even met his grandfather so he has missed the support that an extended family could bring when times were tough. My fears that Brad would not cope well with our divorce pretty much came true. He was acting up and acted out for years before our divorce was finalized and it didn't get any better after his father and I separated. He was constantly getting into trouble at school. If it wasn't drinking, it was drugs or girls or other mischief.
We had both been to counseling and that helped. Over the last half year or so, since Brad graduated from high school this past June, I had seen my son gradually change from an angry young porn boy to the well-behaved and responsible young porn man that any mother would be proud of. Despite his problems at school, he had graduated, but just barley and had been forced to take summer courses to get his grades up so he could at least apply to the local community college this fall. When I saw how hard he worked at his summer school classes I figured our life together had changed for the best. Finding his stash of these disturbing incest magazines brought those good feelings to a screeching halt.
During counseling, we had both learned how to effectively communicate with each other without yelling or judging each other. I struggled to remember those skills as I looked at what I had found in his room. I thought maybe I had become too much of a friend and not enough of a mother to him. I worried I had failed him in some way; why else would he have this type of young porn? What was going through his head, I wondered, when it came to his obvious interest in incest. I might have accepted mainstream young porn, men's magazines with pictures of women and such and accepted that as a fact of life that all boys enjoy looking at naked women. I don't approve of that but I wouldn't have been so surprised or confused by his choice of pornography.
What drew my son to incest, I wondered. I'm no prude. I have my own brand of erotica that I enjoy reading. I read summer love novels and fantasize about the male hunks that all women love to dream about. At 43, I consider myself to have a normal and healthy appreciation for sex and considerer masturbation normal and healthy. I've dated little since my divorce and when I have, I've chosen my partners carefully. I put raising my son above my own needs. Now I was worried that I had failed him in some way.
I knew I needed to talk to him about what I found. Doing nothing or worse, condemning him for his interest in incest would only pull us apart again. I was determined to use the tools I had learned in counseling. I was going to sit him down and talk to him about it. I left all but one of his incest magazines on top of his desk. The other one I took with me to the kitchen and sat down and looked through it to see if I could understand his fascination with this subject. There were very few pictures and only a few dirty cartoons scattered thought out the magazine. The bulk of the magazine consisted of stories about families having sex together. As I thumbed through the pages I thought about what incest was; having sex with a family member. It had such a dirty and forbidden connotation in our society, and certainly nothing my son had ever been exposed to. I had kissed a few male cousins, had adolescent crushes that really seemed to be more fun than incest.
The magazine was divided up into different sections, each one involving family sex. There were chapters on siblings having sex together, aunts and uncles with nephews and niece's, cousins, grandparents (that was really weird), whole families and parents fucking sons and daughters. I had no idea if my son was more interested in one group of stories over another, except for one dog-eared page in the parent/children's section. This section told about son's having sex with their mother's, and daughters having sex with their fathers, and seemed to have been read been more thoroughly than the others. It made me wonder if my son had thoughts about having sex with me. I couldn't recall one instance of inappropriate behavior on his part towards me but I knew I would have to reexamine our home life.
I was determined to find out what the fascination was for my son about incest so I read all six stories in the chapter about parents having sex with their children. Sometimes the children were quite young porn but most of the time they were teenagers. They weren't very well written but I had to admit they were stimulating. Rough and coarse words such as cunt, fuck, pussy, tits, cock and dick seemed to be favorite ways to describe male and female body parts and love making. Even so, I found myself more than a little flushed and excited by the time I had finished the last story. I continued to read more from the other chapters. Other than the stories about whole families having sex together, I wasn't particularly interested in reading more. I tried to imagine Brad reading about a mother and son having sex and getting turned on by that. I wondered again if he thought about me that way or was it just harmless fantasy. It made me a little uncomfortable because I felt I should feel disgusted by such an idea... but disturbingly I wasn't.

Taming the Teach
And suck them off the teacher did. Big cocks, small cocks, thick cocks and long cocks, she sucked them all tonight. She had long since lost count of all the cocks she had sucked. Barbara, didn't remember all of the finer points that happened after that. She did remember that she had been a whore and according to the girls, a good one. Then they had dropped the other two girls off.
After that, she had somehow ended up, not her house, but Tina's. Then she remembered the shower she took with the young sex girl and the way Tina had pampered her. "Just stand there and enjoy it, my precious. Let Miss Tina take care her sweet baby now," she said, while she washed the remnants of the party from the teacher's body.
The older woman reveled in the pampering. She soaked up the sights of the lean young sex body that casually rubbed against hers, while Tina lathered her with soap. Barbara was entranced by the her former student's body, her high set breasts, the smatterings of freckles, the contrast of her pink nipples to her pale skin, and the soft curve of her hips.
"Your face is positively glowing tonight," Tina said as she tilter her teacher's flushed face up, while exploring the soft folds of the older woman's sex with her other hand. "I'll see to it that you get plenty of your special cream to put on it from now on. You'd like that, wouldn't you precious," she said, as she plunged her index finger deep into her teacher's cunt.
Barbara's legs weakened, sending her to her knees in front of the precocious girl. She watched the water run in rivulets down the red-head's stomach into the bright red hair of her sex. 'Why am I so helpless with this girl? What is happening to me?' she thought, as she tried to stand back up.
However, Tina put a hand on Barbi's head, holding her down. "Just stay there baby, while I wash your hair," she said.
The teacher knelt before the girl then felt the cold liquid as it was poured onto her scalp. She loved the feel of Tina's gentle fingers, massaging the rich lather in her hair. Barbi stared at the young sex girl's sex, looking beneath the wet red pubes at the slightly parted lips of the sex beneath. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't resist the temptation and leaned forward to kiss the blossomed petals of her flower.
Tina pushed her head away. "Be patient baby, you can only look for now," she said, before parting the pink lips of her labia, drawing a gasp from her frustrated teacher. "There, now you can see what you will get, if you are a good girl." Tina said as she rinsed the older woman off.
Then the young sex girl turned off the water and dried Barbara and caressed her body with scented oils. Ms. Thompson tried to kiss her former student, but Tina pulled back. "Do you want to please me, my precious?" she asked.
"Yes," Barbara croaked.
"Then just look and no touch," the young sex girl admonished.
The young sex girl led the older woman into the bedroom. "Get up on the bed on your hands and knees. No, face away from me," she said.
'What a sight I must look like to her. A lecherous old lady on her hands and knees, showing her swollen bare cunt off to a teenager," she thought, blushing from her exhibitionism.
Tina walked to the head of the bed and then reached down and picked up a cord with a Velcro band attached to the end. The teacher stared with open mouthed curiosity, as the young sex girl pulled the Velcro apart with a rip.
"Put your wrist inside, precious," she said as she placed the open cuff near the teachers arm.
Barbara trembled as her mind tried to come to terms with her conflicting emotions. Part of her was scared and she had no idea what this precocious young sex girl had planned, but part of her only wanted the pleasure to continue. She looked in Tina's eyes and saw nothing but kindness, then looked back down at the cuff. A nursery rhyme started to go through her head. 'Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,' she thought, as she placed her wrist in the cuff then Tina sealed it around her wrist. Soon her limps were stretched out to the four corners of the bed.
The older woman was afraid, yet at the same time, very turned on by her helplessness. She could feel her juices cooling as they ran down her thighs. Suddenly, she realized she didn't know where Tina was. "Tina- Tina, don't leave me! I'm scared!" she cried, struggling against her bonds.
"Don't worry baby, I just had to get a few things," Tina soothed the frightened woman, as she came back to the bed and deposited several items on the nightstand. "You and I are going to have so much fun tonight."
Barbi stared at the items with apprehension. The purpose of some of the items could be discerned easily by their shape, while others could not. But it was clear these were forbidden things, things that perverted people used for sex -- things that were going to be used on her tonight.
'Humpty Dumpty had a great fall," she thought wryly.
Tina began playing with Barbara's breasts, pulling and teasing her large nipples until they grew plump and hard. "Oh my precious baby, did you know that when I first saw your big beautiful breasts, I knew at that very moment, they were destined for the clamp."
Tina picked up a weighted nipple clamp and showed its operation to the wide-eyes of her frightened teacher. "You've never worn one of these before, have you precious?" she asked.

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