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This story I'm about to tell you isn't going to be your typical type of taboo story*where a mother falls into the dark desire of having a sexual and lusting relationship with her son, or vice versa, for that matter. No, this story hinges on something even darker than that. A force that has been around longer than incest itself has existed. In fact, you might even think it was more of a taboo since very little has been known of the subject to this day, with only a handful of people even accepting its presence.To help you better comprehend the power this hidden force can have,*I'll take you on a journey into the life of one that unbeknownst to him had, in the end, experienced firsthand what could happen to any unsuspecting person if not aware of its presence.With that said, I'll now begin my story...Dean was your average twenty-year-old and, like most twenty-year-olds these days, still lived at home with his mother. Yes, only his mother since his father ran off when he was still an infant.Macey, Dean's mother, was a very attractive thirty-nine-year-old blonde with puffy light-colored lips and brown eyes. Her measurements are 36x24x32 and a D-size chest; her curvy figure appealed to just about everyone.*But you need more than good looks and a sexy figure to make ends meet in this world, so things were hard for both of them as the years passed.*However, being poor had never bothered Dean. In fact, he was very proud of his mom since he realized how hard she'd worked over the years to give him the best she could. He even suggested that he'd skip going to college once he turned of age and get himself a job to finally help her out with the never-ending bills they always had.Of course, Macey wouldn't hear of it since she'd worked as a waitress his entire life, and after tucking away what little money she could, she had finally saved up enough for him to at least attend the local community college.Dean knew this was something his mother wished for him, so he accepted her request and went to college, where he studied to be an electrician with a heavy heart.However, the group of guys he hung with at the school back then would pay more attention to the girls and partying than doing actual work, which had started to affect his studies.But the most despicable thing his so-called friends would do daily would be to harass this one particular boy named Cathal. Not a single day would go by that they didn't call him a mama's boy and would then put him down for his choice of clothing.Dean would feel a lump grow in this throat as he just watched when this would take place. Yes, he knew this was wrong, but he didn't want to lose favor with them until he found out how similar he was to Cathal.You see, the word quickly spread around school that, like Dean, Cathal lived with his single mother at home. But, unlike his mother's job, her occupation was that of a palm reader, and when the guys got wind of that, they added her to their jokes.This carried on until the day Dean watched as one of his buddies knocked the books out of Cathal's hand, sending his papers flying everywhere.That was the last straw. Finally, Dean couldn't take it anymore, and as the guys stood over Cathal laughing, he bent down and helped him pick them up."Hey dude, let him clean up his own mess," one of the guys yelled.Dean looked at Cathal on a bent knee, "Sorry about that, Cathal. Sometimes they can be assholes".Cathal shuffled his papers back into a pile as he mumbled in a painful tone, "I'm used to it now."Dean felt like a heel as he handed Cathal the last of papers and said, "Here you go.""Thanks, someday I'll find a way to return the favor," Cathal said as he took the papers off Dean and added them to his pile."No need; it's the least I can do for being such an ass myself."Dean stood up and walked over to the guys who were still laughing and calling Cathal names."Come on, guys, give him a break already. I think that's enough.""Hey... Are you getting soft on us? You're not feeling sorry for that loser, are you?" one of the guys said.However, before Dean could bahis şirketleri (http://www.pongp.com/) answer, another buddy yelled out, "Maybe he's a mama's boy also?"Dean grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall, lifting him in the air, "You're two seconds away from this mama's boy kicking your ass!""Hey, cool down, dude. I was only joking, geez."Dean dropped him and let go of his shirt, "That's enough!"The gang didn't say another word and just walked away while Dean stood his ground and watched until they turned a corner.Then before strolling down the hallway, he looked back at Cathal, who smiled and waved as he ventured in the other direction.When Dean's mom asked how his day went home that evening, he lowered his head when he explained what had happened.Macey frowned as she shook her head and said, "Why are you hanging around with such jerks?"Shrugging his shoulders, Dean replied, "I really don't know, Mom.""Well, it sounds to me like Cathal might be more of a friend to you than those other boys would be.""You're probably right, Mom," Dean announced as he got up from the dinner table. "I'm going to my room, Mom. I have a report I have to do.""Okay, sweetie," Macey said and gave him a peck on his cheek before he left.Dean entered his room and closed the door. He then tossed his books on his bed as he sat on the chair next to his wooden study table and, in the process, noticed how a single piece of paper had flown out from one of the pages. Then, picking it up from the floor, he spied how the handwriting on it wasn't his.Whose is this? He pondered as he read what was on the sheet.Across the top of the page were written a bunch of numbers, and after studying it. It appeared as if it might be an IP address.Being curious, Dean fired up his laptop and typed in the numbers, which loaded a page with nothing but titles that were web links.Now Dean wasn't a fool and figured this had to be some kind of a prank his buddies were playing on him for what happened today and he was just about to close the website when something stopped him.*The names of the titles were odd, not your typical titles and only added to Dean's curiosity.Fuck it. Dean thought as he threw caution into the wind and clicked the first one labeled "The Black Candle," and another page opened, revealing what appeared to be a story of some kind.Happy nothing had happened after opening the page, Dean settled in his chair and began to read.------------------------------------------------"Hi, my name is Caiden," the story started off and then followed with, "and this is how I got my mother interested in having sex with me."------------------------------------------------"Holy Shit!" Dean yelled out as he rocketed from his chair, causing it to tip backward and crash loudly to the floor."What's wrong?" he heard his mother yell from beyond the bedroom door."Umm... Nothing, Mom, I just remembered I forgot an important paper at school."Flabbergasted, Dean sat back down and read some more.------------------------------------------------You see, a short time ago, the idea of me having sex with my gorgeous mother came to light, and yes, I know it's a sin to be having such thoughts, but now I find myself fantasizing about fucking Johanna, 'my mother,' all the time.Let me describe her to you before you judge me and see if you would be able to keep your horny throbbing cock at bay for as long as I have.Johanna, my mother, was thirty-eight at the time and five foot four with a slim waist. When my mother would clean up around the house, she always did this braless and would wear these light-colored tight shirts that would visibly show off her nice large areolas as they protruded outward from her wonderful C-size breasts. Mom's hair is jet black, cut to her shoulders, and she has dark brown eyes. Lastly, Mom has a pair of soft puffy lips that I would imagine were wrapped around my thick cock on more than one occasion until I blew my load in her mouth.So now that you have an idea of what she looks like, I'll try and explain how my obsession came about. It was the day I came bahis firmaları (http://www.pongp.com/) home and noticed my mother?s laptop was left open on the kitchen table.Mom was in the other room at the time talking to my Dad on the phone when I just happened to glance at what was left up on the screen. To say I was shocked would be an understatement because, in plain sight, I was reading a post that my mother was about to send to this forum that dealt with incest.*My eyes scrolled down the page, and I felt myself getting stiff when I read, ?In need of help. As of late, I?m finding it very hard to stop thinking about fucking my son Caiden. I know that it's wrong to have these feelings, but it's getting harder to hide these sexual urges that I?m experiencing.? Unfortunately, I never got a chance to finish reading the entire post because I could hear my mother heading my way and made a mad dash out of the room. Of course, I was dumbfounded after reading that, but strangely a little turned on also.But the icing on the cake was when I unexpectedly came home the following night. I was supposed to be at a friend's house for the night, and we had a big fight, so I just bailed and went home. The place was dark when I got there, and I just figured my parents had retired early. But, unknown to me at the time, Dad had left on an overnight business trip, and it was just mom at home.As I crept up the stairs to my room, I heard a faint moan, which grew louder as I ventured closer to my parent's open bedroom door. Cautiously, as I peeked inside the darkroom, my jaw dropped. There was my sweet loving mother, on her back, stripped naked, with her slender legs spread wide, rubbing her right-hand*index and middle finger feverishly from side to side over her clit, while her left hand grasped at her luscious breast. The sight of Mom indulging in such wicked self-pleasure opened my eyes to her being more than just my caring mother. Now she was this sexy creature that enjoyed having her pussy toyed with, and that notion was way too much for my young soul to handle.My dick quickly became super hard as Mom moaned and gyrated her hips off the bed to her prying fingers as they hastily worked in and out of her most sacred spot, and I couldn't help but rub my stiff member over my jeans.I became fixated at the sight of Mom, and my new dark desire to fuck her just exploded inside me. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to slide my rock-hard prick inside her snatch, and as she bucked hard off the bed, I began to jerk off in the hallway. My grunts soon matched Moms' moans as her fingers rammed steadily inside her cunt, causing me to become lost in this unthinkable act I was doing.Fuck, this was so dirty and sinful to do in my mother's presence, but I was too far gone to stop it now. In fact, I couldn't hold back any longer when Mom pushed her hand tight against herself as her legs squeezed together.I exploded, loudly grunting when Mom whimpered, "Oh...oh... ohhh Fuck me, Caiden. Fuck mommy," as her back arched off the bed while her legs started to tremble.Only my grunts caught Mom's ear over her own whimpers, and she looked up gasping, "Caiden!"Oh, fuck! My mind screamed in a panic as I shuffled as fast as I could with my pants still down to my ankles back to the safety of my room.Only as I hastily closed my door, Mom barged inside, catching me still with my pants down.She was wearing a black feathery long nightshirt she must have hastily tossed on and yelled, "What are you doing home? Why were you spying on me? Why were you doing that? Well... Doing you know what in the hallway?"I stumbled over my words as I tried to explain what happened to my friends.But Mom cut me off and scolded me again, saying, "That doesn't explain why you were masturbating in the hallway!"I held my head low as I mumbled how I just got excited seeing her that way and couldn't help myself.Mom replied, with her arms crossed. "Well, I guess it's my fault for not closing my door." She then shook her finger at me and added, "But watching me was just wrong!"I just kept my head kaçak bahis siteleri (http://www.pongp.com/) down and nodded.There was a long pause before I heard Mom say, "I guess if you understand why it was wrong, I can forget this ever happened." and turned away, closing the door behind her.That night I couldn't believe what I heard. Did she really ask me to fuck her?*Or did I imagine it? Either way, I jerked off several more times, not able to shake the image of Mom climaxing and wished it were me and not her fingers filling her up. Finally, it became apparent that dad wasn't doing his manly duties.Why else would Mom be masturbating and thinking about fucking me right after he left? I thought to myself.So that was it. I was set on finding a way to have my mother want to fuck me for real instead of only in her mind. But how? I trolled through hundreds of pages on the internet about the subject, and they all seemed lame. More fictitious than true, until by accident, I came across a webpage about witchcraft and how different spells could make someone sexually attracted to you. Then, after reading more into the subject, I came across an article written about the effects a black candle can have on a person, and it appeared to be the best option for me to try.So I ordered a couple of them online and began to memorize the phrase I would need to say for the candle's magical powers to take effect on my unsuspecting mother.Four days later, the candles arrived, and that night when I was sure my parents were asleep, I began my new nightly task.Following the instructions, I shed all my clothes and lit one of the black candles. Then as I sat in front of it, I said the incantation and placed a picture of my mother next to the lit flame before staring at her sexy figure while I jerked off to it. Faster and faster, I yanked on my tool, letting my dark desire to fuck her fill up my soul until I finally let my cock erupt in a massive explosion. I swear I could feel something leaving my body as I said the last phase before blowing out the candle.The next night I again repeated the entire process and did this for a solid week. I wasn't sure how long this process would take or if it was working, but I began to see a subtle change in my mother's attitude towards me. Mom appeared to be giddier in my presence and had a sparkle in her eye I never saw before. At least, that is what I perceived at the time.I wasn't sure whether it was true or not, so just to be on the safe side besides burning the candle every night, I also did more stuff around the house. Which I think also helped since Mom became more touchy and her clothes a little more revealing when my father wasn't present.Then came the Saturday Dad told Mom he was going golfing with some buddies from work. I could tell Mom was bummed and heard her say how he promised to take her to see the new romantic movie showing at the local theater.Quickly I interrupted and said,*"Hey, Mom, I'll go with you."Dad looked puzzled with my response but said he'd even pay.Mom looked at me and replied, "Now why would my son want to spend a Saturday in a theater with his old mother and watch a movie he didn't really want to see.""I don't mind, honest Mom. Besides, I don't have anything else planned."Mom smiled and palmed my cheek before saying, "I'll go get myself ready," and then she walked away.Dad handed me some cash and softly spoke, "Thanks, Son. I owe you for this.""No problem, Dad," I said as I put the cash in my wallet.Dad had already left when Mom came downstairs from changing, and I tried not to gawk when I noticed the little black dress she choose to wear."What do you think?" she said and did a flirtatious spin."Hot, Mom. I swear."Mom laughed and playfully slapped my arm. "You better get ready yourself if we're going to catch the next show.""Okay, Mom, I'll be quick."Flying up to my room, I tore off my clothes and changed into a pair of black dress pants and a white button-down shirt.I rushed back down the steps and heard Mom say, "Now don't you look handsome.""Thanks, Mom, but I'm the lucky one. Being with such a beautiful woman."Again Mom chuckled, and we walked to the car. I held the door open for her, and Mom slid inside. She was again saying what a gentleman I've become. I kept complimenting Mom on her appearance until we reached...