INCEST- BOARD

Xx8ball1 · Moderator Joined: 20 Apr 2006 Posts: 1776 Location: usa

we understand and we will be waiting patiently for a update Very Happy

andyex · Joined: 04 May 2007 Posts: 72 Location: herts

wow, great start and i'm waiting with bated breath for the next installment

mamas-boy · Joined: 12 Nov 2006 Posts: 29 Location: UK

Oh wow! great start looking forward to it in these wintery nights. Thank you.

Jen · Joined: 05 Dec 2005 Posts: 378 Location: Illinois

The perfectly manicured fingernails of her right hand slowly spun the frugal wedding band on her left as she found herself wondering who was sitting by Matthew on the school bus right now. A keen observer of her behavior over the years would have surmised that the only time those elegant fingers toyed with that band of never ending love was when she doubted her choice in a husband. That observer would be correct yet despite how frequently it occured of late the correlation had never crossed her mind. She rose and habitually went to pull her robe closed to cover her partially exposed breasts. A smile crossed her lips and her eyes twinkled as a thought crossed her mind. ‘Screw that. I’m home alone and dammit I really am getting sick of dressing like some old school marm. If I wanna come out of this shell the least I can do is let my tits show a bit when I am home alone.’ She laughed at her newfound rebellion knowing it was silly yet still found freedom in it and decided that maybe, just maybe she would approach Amanda for help in buying some new clothes after all. Certainly nothing that she would wear in front of Cecil , god forbid, but maybe something a bit more liberal she could dress in when he was gone. Besides, she considered while reinforcing her decision, she volunteered to be a chaperone at the schools homecoming dance. It would be mortifying to her children to have their mom show up wearing something that looked like it came from a nunnery. Yes it was her duty to make her children proud of her she knew. Especially her sensitive and vulnerable young son.

The morning sun fell freely on the satin skin of her now partially exposed breasts and as she poured a last cup of coffee she looked down at her bare cleavage and smiled. The feeling was liberating especially considering she always considered her breasts as a so so feature. To be sure her legs were by far one of her best points. At least she always assumed so from the infrequent comments others had made over the years yet it still felt good to be free for the moment of a tightly clasped ragged robe. Cecil would shit if he saw her now ,she thought. Worse yet he might make one of his stupid comments about them. While he never came right out and said it she knew he considered them too small. True they were small and firm yet capped with dark brown dime sized areolae and nipples that looked misplaced. In her fantasy back to school life Jennie just knew there was a boy that would adore her girlish tits. At least it was something to daydream about when she perspired, no...sweated, profusely at the gym.

She drank, rinsed her cup and threw her long blonde hair in a ponytail and set off to knock out her daily grind before heading off to workout. On the way to shower she sidetracked to the utility room to start a load of laundry and practically tripped over a pair of shoes. Wincing at the pain in her bare foot she was just about to blame Matthew for leaving a pair of his boatlike gymshoes out when she quickly righted herself. There laying askew were a pair of Amandas torture devices. Clear, strappy stilettos no less! Jenny bent over to place them out of the way and found herself wondering just how her kid could even clomp in the things much less strut as she was wont to do. Curiously she picked one up. ‘Hmmm size 5, a bit smaller than me.’ she wrinkled her aqualine nose, ‘lucky girl.’ In a flight of fantasy Jen bent over and slid one on. It was a bit tight but would do. On her left foot she placed the other and stood a bit wobbly as she stared down at what she knew was totally not her. ‘Certainly not a fashion plate in this’ she giggled as she looked down at her old robe covering the upper half of the stilettos. Jen hiked her robe up a few inches and was happily pleased. Turning her back to the wall mirror on the door to the garage she glanced over her lightly freckled shoulder and tugged her robe higher. Higher yet as she envisioned how much leg Amanda showed routinely. What she saw disarmed her. Those already toned legs looked even longer and absolutely sculpted from behind. She had no idea until now just how much her workouts had affected her. Every detail of her calves were enhanced beyond measure with the simple aid of six inches of clear acrylic. She had to, just had to, find a way to get Amanda to ‘talk’ her into buying clothes like this before the dance.

Again she found her mind drift toward Matthew. This was not the first time this morning it happened to the young mother and deep in her heart she began to understand or at least admit to herself that he was perhaps the object of her back to school fantasy. It was perhaps her very own son she imagined dateing in her life reborn and if she admitted this taboo to herself how could she keep this away from Amanda and still seek her help. Should she hide this from Amanda even? Amanda certainly was never shy in the past year about hints that her mom could have done much better in a partner. Who would be a better conduit to her sons feelings than his sister? The fact that they were so close would only be a plus. Jen kicked off the heels and wiggled her toes while starting the washing machine. Her mind was suddenly preoccupied as she sought a way to enlist Amanda and the answer became suddenly clear, simple and sounded innocent enough. Heading toward the bedroom she practised her pitch.........
“Amanda could you do me a favor? I don’t want your mind biased or anything so let’s just pretend we are girlfriends. Let’s pretend I am really interested in this boy at school and have no idea what to do. Let’s pretend your girlfriend is a real nerdy dresser too and you have to help me buy the right clothes as well..............let’s pretend.......”

On and on she devised new pitches she might choose from when she asked her kid for help. As she did so it became clearer and clearer who this boy really was she wanted to date and she just walked past his oversized bedroom. A rat nest to be sure but someplace hidden in that mess was a queen sized bed. And with that last thought Jennifer admitted to her home and to her soul that yes she wanted to date her son. She longed for the young love and romance she had been cheated out of in life and ironically the child she was pregnant with in high school would help her realise her dreams.

Xx8ball1 · Moderator Joined: 20 Apr 2006 Posts: 1776 Location: usa

another very well written addition thanks once again cant wait for more Very Happy

shitforbrains · Joined: 07 Sep 2007 Posts: 1290

Oh wow, Jen, that is very nice.

Jen · Joined: 05 Dec 2005 Posts: 378 Location: Illinois

Thanks all. Will add again soon. Be very patient cause sex will take a long time but I promise it will be detailed down to every vein. My few attempts with the very, very rare cowriter have gone well over 200 pages. Too bad the guy always quits before he pregs me up. lol

Mr Miyagi · Joined: 15 Nov 2008 Posts: 6 Location: Okanawa, Japan

Hey jen, great to see a familar name after coming here after the demise of lolicon3d. The new board just doesnt have the activity as this one does.
it will get better in time.

Wow, your a writer! -How hot is that. Your first two chapters are intriging.
Cant wait to hear more. I reconize Amanda from your discription of her,
-She's is a "Viper" girl! and I think jen wants to be one too!

Cheers, Very Happy

Jen · Joined: 05 Dec 2005 Posts: 378 Location: Illinois

Mr Miyagi my kinky friend. lol. Well this Amamda is more the one in Steve Strange's epic novel because of how she dresses. Viper's is beautiful too however.

cable789 · Joined: 15 Apr 2007 Posts: 935 Location: Top Secret

Thanks for another well written and awesome update!

Jen · Joined: 05 Dec 2005 Posts: 378 Location: Illinois

Jennie was half tempted to enter his room despite the fact that they had mutually declared it off limits. Briefly she wondered if that rule might be repealed in the future and considered all the work that had to be done to lead to that point. ‘Yeah......work, good fortune, somehow getting Amanda to help, not to mention whether Matthew would even go on a pretend date with me...fuck I have to get something done around here.’

With that thought she briefly dismissed her fantasy and began another day of a mundane and humdrum life only punctuated by her workouts at the gym and the kids returning from school. She considered her infrequent conversations with Cecil generally meaningless and found it odd that chats with her son were much more fulfilling. He always left her smiling and happy with life and herself, something that Cecil had ceased doing years ago. Being successful and somewhat wealthy and a good provider were what he considered hallmarks of a great husband.

Once on the bus Amanda and Matthew always sat in different sections. Amanda hung with a bunch of girls that were like her in many ways. They pushed the envelope and certainly the boundaries of the school dress code and he knew for a fact that all of them were already engaging in sex of some sort, including his sis. She made small details of her sex life known to him along with the fact that if he told she would castrate him despite the fact that they thought their mom already guessed the obvious. Mom was not their problem. It was dad and his prudish ideas that would meltdown at a moments notice. Often Matthew even became concerned that he had inherited some of his fathers outdated thoughts. Admittedly he loved the way Amandas group dressed despite the comments others made referring to them as prostitots among other things. He’d do any of them in a heartbeat if they were not so immature and silly. It was a fact he often told his sister when she pried into his sex life and teased him about his virginity in all things sexual. He had even gone so far as to tell her he gets hand jobs under the bleachers from Marta, all the while cringing over the lie. Marta, the token overweight cheerleader of all people.

Last week in the family room she smiled and told him what he already knew. “Matthew what you need is a MILF! You really want an older woman, maybe not a married one, but someone who is more mature.” He nodded sheepishly as she stood up and added smugly, “But one that dresses like me!” He had laughed and called her a dreamer as she strutted out of the room. He was still laughing on the outside as his eyes took in those fuckme sandals strapped half way up her rock hard calves and the hint of the bottom of her tight little ass peeking from her cutoffs. The only thing still missing was some semblance of hips. And tits. Tits didn’t really run in his family he mused and preferred it that way actually.

“Your sis looks smokin today dude!” Brought back to the present by a voice from the seat behind him he turned and faced Jerry and his pimples. “Yeah...I guess....why don’t you tell her.” Matthew replied knowing the wimp didn’t have a chance or the nerve. His eyes veered a few rows back and saw Manda giggle with her girlfriends as she inserted her navel jewelry. Last week she had a detention for wearing that downward pointing golden arrow. Another thing their dad would totally freak over yet mom seemingly approved or at least promised to keep a secret from Him.

Matthew turned to Paul on his right who as usual scribbling his homework on the way to school. Another two blocks and they would be at school and maybe this time he would escape her for once. Just as his hopes rose they were dashed as quickly. Marnies moon face closed in from the front as she scooted up in the seat ahead of him and turned his way. Her makeup was a gaudy joke and how Amanda could perfectly apply hers was only made more obvious by this clown. Whereas Amanda made up like a high price albeit almost preteen escort, Marnie made up as a downtrodden back alley hooker. “Hey Matt are you going to the dance?” she asked hopefully with smeared orangish lips. Every day for a week it was the same thing as she fished for him to ask her to go.

“Not sure yet Marn. ‘Sides my mom is gonna be there chaperoning and all.”
And besides I hate huge tits on seventh graders, he thought. Marnie smiled and turned back away and Matthew considered what Amanda had said. Maybe he really did need an older woman after all. Sure he wanted to get laid and yes he wondered what a blow job would be like, even a real hand job from one not attached to his body but there was something else missing with these girls his age. Perhaps Amanda somehow knew that he really desired a love affair. He wanted to date someone he would marry and have children with. Someone more like his mom would be perfect he decided. With a feeling of dismay he just realized he had dismissed almost any female a thirteen year old guy would ever meet despite the false promises taunted by the internet. What the good looking boy didn’t know was the future love of his life had moments ago walked past his bedroom with her own lonely mind focused on him.

shitforbrains · Joined: 07 Sep 2007 Posts: 1290

Mmm hmmm, this is turning into quite the saga of love. No wham bam here.

sharkman · Joined: 11 Jun 2007 Posts: 13

I must say I am very impressed with your writing, never mind the subject matter, the writing itself is reason enough to read this. I have wanted to be a writer for some time now but I lack the creativity. I have ideas for stories (only one of which has anything to do with incest) but I don't have the flare required to keep a reader interested.

I can (at least I think I can) come up with a great story but the writing is where I stumble. I understand your desire for a co-writer. I believe I work better, and by work better I mean I can improve the story, when I have someone to bounce ideas off of and there is talking back and forth.

I look forward to reading more of your stuff, even if it isn't about incest I'm sure you can write one helluva story.

Mr Miyagi · Joined: 15 Nov 2008 Posts: 6 Location: Okanawa, Japan

Thanks jen. Continuation of your nice discriptions of the charactors.

OMG, Amanda going to school in cutoff short shorts and those jen favorite "fuck me" high heel sandals. -Very Hot. What kind of school are they running to allow for this? Oh well my hard on approves greatly.

Cheers jen! Very Happy

Xx8ball1 · Moderator Joined: 20 Apr 2006 Posts: 1776 Location: usa

love the updates jen thanks once again looking forward to more Very Happy