In Mother's Blooming Rose

Anna had founded the group "Mothers for Mothers", where mothers could exchange their experiences with incest. Anna was the undisputed boss, they sat in a circle and only knew each other's first names like in an Alcoholics Anonymous group. Anna looked around, they were all young, pretty mothers between 25 and 30 years old. She greeted them all in a friendly manner with a professional, disarming smile. "We tell our individual stories and listen to them with positive, friendly thoughts about them. I ask you to be positive and friendly, I will not allow any negative or malicious comments." She looked from one to the other, smiling. "I'll go first."

Anna's story

I was a good student, a hottie, as they called those who conquered and laid a lot of guys and men. As great as I was in my consumption of men, I stumbled upon my own success. I fell in love with a rich playboy, got pregnant and graduated heavily pregnant. The playboy, of course, disappeared, but was decent enough to support us generously every month. He didn't even want to see the child, he wasn't made for that.

Leo grew up splendidly. My career as a psychotherapist grew just as quickly. I specialized in men's sexual problems. I was able to help most of them, which was very satisfying. Sexually, I was content with the occasional one-night stands, but nothing serious, I've put that behind me.

Of course, my little Leo noticed that I rewarded the patients who completed the therapy positively with a good portion of fucking. Each of them deserved that. It didn't bother me that my little Leo saw me fucking, I was determined to give him a good attitude to fucking. At first he asked me a thousand things afterwards, which I was happy to answer.

Leo slept with me from birth. Of course, from a very early age he wanted to know everything about the female body and sexuality in general. That was clear and fine. I stroked the little boy's stiff cock soothingly when it bothered him a lot. He hardly cared if I masturbated sometimes. It seemed rather boring to him.

Then he hit puberty hard, my little Leo started to become a man. Of course I tolerated him lying on top of me every evening and playfully fucking my inner thighs to make him squirt. He kept asking when he would finally be allowed to fuck me properly, like my patients, who were allowed to fuck me every day at the end of the therapy session. I took enough time to explain to him the social concept of the incest ban. "You don't seem to believe it yourself, Mom?" he asked uncertainly. I explained to him that I understood both the foreground and the background of the incest ban and saw no reason to bow to the repression. "Aha, Mom, I understand that now, but when can I fuck you properly, in your pussyhole?" I made it clear to him that he was still too young, he should compare himself to the men who were allowed to fuck me. "Oh, they all have much bigger cocks than me. Thick, big and prominently veined," said my little scientist. "You carefully take the cock in your hand and guide it to your pussy hole, then you slowly insert it. I hear you hold your breath and sigh deeply every time he penetrates really deeply. Then he fucks you for a long time, which isn't particularly exciting. But when he's finished and straightens up, you grab his cock again so that it doesn't slip out. He squirts with great effort and you laugh from ear to ear because you're so proud of your good patient. When he's finished, you carefully pull his cock out and forcefully wipe the last drops out of his cock. I've seen that a thousand times and I want it now too!" Such a sweet, attentive little scientist! I had to put him off until his cock was big and grown up.

"So much for my story, what do you think about it?" Anna asked the group. After a frozen silence, one voice rose, then several, and now everyone was discussing wildly. Anna listened smilingly, there was one or two interesting things among them. She asked the group who wanted to report next. The only Asian woman in the group raised her hand. She began quietly and intensely.

Kim tells

I'm Kim, I came here from Japan. I live alone with my son Hiro, because his father died in a plane crash when Hiro was 8. I work as a masseuse and we have a small room above the salon. After my husband died, I haven't had a sexual relationship and haven't looked for one. It's enough for me to live out my sexuality at work.

Perhaps I should explain what rates we have. A simple massage, without a sexual happy ending, is very rare. The next plan is with a handjob, which is also not very popular. The plan with a blowjob at the end is quite popular. With the most expensive plan, I fuck the customer at the end or he fucks me. Our salon is doing quite well, we have a dozen girls from Asia and we give the salon 10%, no more.

On normal working days I do 2 or 3 blowjobs and fuck 10 to 12 customers, so I earn about 2 thousand dollars a day, 5 days a week. That's enough for both of us and I can even afford a little bit of narcotic stuff, nothing special and not too much. I spend the two days off with one or another colleague, because we all love having girl sex, no fuss and no drama, no stupid relationship dramas. Just clit rubbing, clit licking and clit fucking. That's fine and great!

I make no secret of my sexuality from Hiro. He has seen me masturbate a thousand times at night, just as often as I do it to guests. Until puberty, he was familiar with all this, but it wasn't particularly exciting. He was always very interested when a colleague and I took drugs and then had fun rubbing, licking and fucking our clits. But with puberty, his interest grew. He usually asks my colleague if she wanted to put his cock in her mouth and let him squirt in her throat. They all do that now and he loves it very much, but he didn't dare to ask me.

Hiro now sits under my dressing table every morning, between my legs. He stares at my pussy while I shave it and pull out the hairs with tweezers. Before, he had only played aimlessly with his stiff cock, but now he pulls the foreskin back and forth in a targeted manner and squirts over and over again until I'm done with my hygiene and make-up.

In the afternoons, when he has done his homework, he often comes down to my salon. He sits silently on the stool in the corner; most guests hardly notice him. When I ride the guest's cock or the guest fucks me, Hiro rubs his cock with great concentration and squirts. We often talk about this. He finds it very exciting when I insert the guest's cock deep into my cunthole with one hand or pull it out after he had squirted. He doesn't know why this makes him so horny.

I'm not sure I can tell you. We sleep in the same bed and since he hit puberty he would kneel between my thighs, masturbate on his knees and squirt on my inner thighs or on my pussy, which was fine. But now he fucks me every night, usually 2, sometimes 3 times. I've never spoken to him about incest and I've never forbidden him from fucking me. He does what he sees half a dozen times a day at work, fuck me.

I remember his first time well. In the middle of masturbating he said, "Mom, I'm going to fuck you properly now!" It sounded more like a question. I winced and closed my legs. "Why? Because you see it every day? Why, my little Hiro!?" He continued to rub his cock, his knees forcibly spreading my thighs. "Yes, because I've seen it a thousand times and because I'm compelled to do it, that's why!" I didn't tell him that it was inappropriate to fuck your own mother. I just let him do it. "Oh, it's so nice, in your pussy hole! Much nicer even than in your girlfriends' mouths! Oh, how nice, how nice!" It made me happy how good he felt. I took his finger and showed him my G-spot, just like I had once showed to his father. The guests in the salon didn't know about this secret, special spot; they rarely brought me to orgasm more than once a day. But he should know the secret and bring me to orgasm every time. Hiro is a bright, clever mind; he learned it very quickly. Now he fucks all my girlfriends to orgasm on my days off. They like to let Hiro fuck them because he's excellent at it despite his youth.

"That's my story," Kim said to the silent group. As before, everyone was discussing things at once. They had never been in a salon before and were now finding out what their husbands had lied to them about.

Little Julia cleared her throat because she had a frog in her throat and not because she had something to say. But everyone was silent and looked at her. Anna said, "Go for it, Julia, as you can see, nobody bites here. And whatever you tell us stays between us. So, just speak, my love!" Anna had hit the right note. Julia was a little grey mouse. Inconspicuous, frightened, not particularly pretty and very, very simple-minded, to put it kindly.

Julia, the shy little mouse

My name is Julia, I live alone with my son Frank, who, in contrast to me, is a brilliant, clever boy. My Dad put me in the marital bed when I was 12 and deflowered me on the very first night. He fucked me every night because he loved young, very young girls. I don't even know how many times I had to bring a classmate over for a sleepover. He deflowered them all and fucked us both in turns. Mom often cried when he did that, but she was too weak to stop him. She was a poor, helpless woman and the only thing she could do was pull his cock out before he squirted and finish it off with her little fist so he wouldn't impregnate the little girls. I loved her very much and smiled at her like a sister when she pulled his cock out of my fuck hole and rubbed it with her lips pursed until he squirted.

Nevertheless, I got pregnant at 15 and had Frank at 16. Dad wanted an abortion, but Mom and I didn't want to murder a baby. Dad forced me from a young age to lie on my belly and be fucked from behind and not to make a sound. Only very rarely did I get hot and masturbate lying on my belly. I learned to masturbate from spying my mother. My father didn't care as long as I didn't disturb him while he was fucking me. Of course I didn't.

Dad continued to fuck me for years, although I began to despise him when he regularly handed me over to strange men. In the afternoons, when little Frank was sleeping, he came home with his friend who was willing to fuck, usually work colleagues. I had to kneel naked in front of Mom and bury my face in her lap. The guy fucked me from behind, paid Dad and left again. That's when I began to hate Dad. I found a single room and moved away with little Frank. It was the first and only time I shouted at my father, but I just didn't want to anymore!

Frank grew bigger and bigger, he was far too precocious. He always loved lying on my ass cheeks and pinching his stiff cock into my ass crack, I always lay on my belly. That worked well for years until Frank's cock started to squirt. He was very confused when he squirted in my ass crack at night. So he learned to fuck and squirt back and forth in my ass crack. I tolerated it in silence, what could I say!?

It soon dawned on him, the ass crack was the wrong spot. I didn't move and remained silent as his cock tried to find my fuck hole from behind. Dad had always said fuck hole, never pussy, pussy hole or cunt. Frank found the fuck hole on the first try and started fucking. He knew it was the right spot to do, that much was clear to him. From then on I pretended to be asleep, because he fucked me twice every night from the beginning.

Years later, he must have been 16 or 17, he started babbling about a succubus. At first I didn't know who or what a succubus was. Then he showed me a photo on his cell phone. A hunchbacked dwarf who mercilessly fucked a desperately screaming woman with his thick cock. That's how people imagined a nightmare in the Middle Ages, said Frank, because the succubus only fucks the dreaming woman in her nightmare. "Aha," I said, because it all seemed strange to me. So he told me about his special experience over time.

The succubus was not a hunchbacked gnome, but a beautiful girl with a pussy hole and a man's cock at the same time, strangely enough. She seemed more like an angel than a gnome to him, he emphasized. She had put him in the bed of a beautiful Jewish girl, where he was allowed to fuck the girl really hard for days, even weeks. Then the succubus girl had brought him home again, and miraculously not even an hour had passed, although he thought he had been fucking the beautiful Jewess for weeks. Frank reminded me of our strange experience weeks before. He fucked me for the second time, then he sank onto my ass cheeks and slept soundly as if dead. Before I fell asleep myself, my little boy squirted into me again and again, probably for half an hour. That was true, I could remember it very well. Frank said that was the hour of the succubus and the beautiful Jewess.

I had to scold Frank a little. He and I were of Jewish descent ourselves, if you took this Nazi crap seriously at all. I hated this miserable Nazi nonsense that my father would still spout 100 years later when he had had too much booze. "That Jewish women were the best fuckers of all 'races'." And now my baby is repeating the same crap after he had fucked a pretty child in a dream. I scolded Frank, why wasn't the girl German, Danish or French, ha!? What was the point of this stupid anti-Semitic nonsense that has been haunting the minds of drunks for a hundred years!? Frank pulled his head between his shoulders, he didn't want to repeat anything anti-Semitic.

"So, my dears, that was the longest story that I've probably gotten on your nerves with, forgive me!" A general murmuring and arguing began, Julia's life story touched them deeply. Conny looked around; she also had something to say. She waited patiently, because the small, fat woman with the huge breasts and the huge ass was aware that she was the center of the world.

Conny's story

I married a very old millionaire when I was very young. No, it wasn't my father, but my piano teacher who took my virginity when I was 13. He was the first person who didn't overlook the chubby thing, but recognized the dark, burning desires that lay dormant in this girl's chest. It was for his sake that I became the internationally famous pianist that I am today.

I don't want to say anything bad about my father either, although it hurt me deeply when he was ashamed of me when I stomped onto the stage to the piano in my evening dress that made me even look fatter. Hundreds of men wanted to fuck the fat pianist after the concerts, I took them all. I was at the top, on the Mount Everest of concerts, and could let anyone fuck me, by God! I never counted them, there were probably hundreds. But the desire to have children, the longing for motherhood, overcame me with tremendous force. I asked my parents for help. They found my husband, a damn rich old childless widower who is really impeccable and moves in the highest circles. A lavish wedding, a honeymoon in Venice in the Royal Suite of the Hotel Danieli, radio and television interviews. The downside was that my husband could no longer fuck because of his age. I gave him a laborious blowjob once a week, sometimes letting him squirt inside. But the poor little bird was stone dead.

Thank God there was a waiter at Danieli, a strong Norwegian named Harald, who fucked me every day during our honeymoon, so that I screamed my heart out. My dear husband acted as if he were deaf and blind and let me let off steam. I was already pregnant when we got home. I had Harald, the apple of my eye. I continued to give concerts in the big cities of the world, little Harald always traveled with me. I could fall back on great wealth and hire the most muscular or cutest lover boys if no one wanted to eat me up after the concert. Life went on quietly.

Well, Harald turned 14 and exploded during puberty. He came to my bed at night, his father slept in his separate bed. "Mom, can I slip under your covers?" asked my dearest, his stiff cock sticking out. "Of course," I said, and that's when it all started. Harald pressed his hot body against me. "Mom, can I rub it against you?" asked Harald and I nodded, "Of course, on my ass cheeks" I said and he rubbed his cock against my ass cheek until he squirted. Things went well for weeks, we were both happy. Or so I thought.

"Mom, can I fuck you?" he asked and I pushed him back. "What are you thinking, you fool, fucking your own mother!?" and so I rejected him. I turned my ass towards him indignantly, "you could fuck me in my asshole, you fool," I hissed indignantly. He was now fucking in my asshole, things went well for weeks, we were both happy. Or so I thought.

When he strayed into my asshole, I smiled gently. Being fucked in the asshole is not as unpleasant as you might think. Things went well again for weeks, we were both happy. I thought so.

Although Harald held onto my ass cheeks, he kept slipping off. I immediately suspected that it was no accident. He fucked me from behind, in my pussy hole and cheekily squirted inside. I wasn't upset anymore, it was my own fault. I had let him into bed, that was only the first step on the ladder that he climbed step by step. A stupid Parsifal on the way to paradise. My fault, damn it, my fault!

For months he secretly fucked me from behind, held my ass cheeks with his claws and fucked as hard as he could inside my paradise. I immediately gave up my rent slaves, in a nebulous impulse for hygiene. Harald had no girlfriend and he didn't dare to fuck our maids, at least not at that time. We didn't talk about it anymore then, neither he nor I wanted to talk about incest. That was a good thing.

A while ago, however, he turned me around. "I love you, Mom, I love you like I've never loved before!" He hugged me and gave me a French kiss for the first time. I trembled with love and desire for him. He fucked me face to face for the first time. And night after night for half a year.

"That's my story and I ask you not to judge me. Thank you." There was a long silence. No one wanted to comment on Conny's love life, even though there were so many question marks. Everyone looked at Angela, the last one in the group. Angela straightened her back and began to speak.

Angela's report

I'm Angela, probably the oldest in this group. I was born in a convent as the daughter of a nun. I grew up well protected there, and of course I would become a nun like my mother. I was very deeply religious, I loved our Lord Jesus Christ, my heavenly bridegroom. During puberty I would go into ecstasy when I worshipped my heavenly bridegroom. During puberty, I learned to masturbate from a young novice. She was a depraved, perverted peasant girl who let all the priests and monks fuck her. I masturbated as often as I could so that I could throw myself onto my heavenly fiancé's chest in orgasm.

It would have been wiser to keep all of this to myself, but there was confession. That was a serious matter, you had to confess every little thing to your confessor. I had to confess that I had pissed myself when orgasming in the arms of my heavenly bridegroom. Don't laugh, that kind of thing has to be confessed!

I was a naive child back then, I didn't yet know the cunning and tricks of the Dark Prince. I'm still naive today, but I've become a little wiser. Well, my confessor had already thrown his poor soul to the Prince of Darkness for the promise of lustful earthly pleasures. The Dark One didn't have to worry about my soul at all, the confessor would do the dirty work for him. Yes, he did!

The confessor increased my passionate, earthly love for my heavenly bridegroom to such an extent that this love spurted from every pore. I could kneel on the prayer chair for hours and masturbate without stopping, throw myself on the heavenly one's chest in orgasm and cast secret glances at the divine cock. My confessor let me take his cock in my hand and he advised me to calmly take my bridegroom's cock in my hand and caress it. Calmly, ha!

I prayed and masturbated more than ever before, I grabbed the divine cock full of reverence and overflowing love, caressed it as I had previously caressed the confessor's and made the former squirt like the latter! Don't laugh, dear sisters, I experienced heavenly joys like no other!

Just as constant dripping wears away a stone, constant confession inevitably drives the bride of Christ into the arms of the treacherous and cunning. The confessor easily made me glow. Yes, I glowed, I wanted to finally give myself to my heavenly bridegroom, to consume love. The confessor carefully locked the chapel, emptied the altar and let frankincense smoke. The bride of Christ had to undress, take off her worldly clothes and wait for her heavenly bridegroom lying naked on the altar. My heart was pounding in my throat as I lay completely naked on the altar and waited for HIM.

The confessor also took off his clothes. He was Christ's representative on earth, he was sacrificing his earthly body so that the Eternal One could unite with me. I was already burning brightly and didn't notice the many inconsistencies. On the contrary, it seemed wise, clever, divinely ordained to me.

At that moment Anna burst out, she shrieked and laughed and slapped her thighs. "Forgive me, Angela," she gasped, tears of laughter running down her cheeks, "I've never heard anything so bizarre in my life!" The women around grinned, but they didn't dare laugh out loud like Anna. She became serious again, apologized again and asked Angela to continue.

Where was I? Angela asked with a smile, because Anna's laughter had only amused her, it didn't hurt her. 'You are lying on the altar, completely naked,' Conny said loudly. Angela picked up the thread again. So I am lying naked on the altar and the naked confessor is lying on top of me. "When you first come into contact with the heavenly pole, it might prick, but then not anymore." I nod as if I only understand a single word. "Amen, Father, Amen!" I call out fervently and he pushes my legs violently wide apart. I feel his cock, the divine pole, knocking on the gate of my pussy hole. "Go ahead, my divine bridegroom, come in, I am waiting for you with loving impatience!" It was, as the confessor had said, a short, painful prick, then I took the divine pole deep inside me. Amen! My heavenly bridegroom fucked me hard, then he let his seed spurt into me. The confessor collapsed on top of me, the heavenly one had obviously left him! I was happy and cried with happiness and joy. I was only 14 and had already been allowed to sip from the chalice of my heavenly bridegroom!

The dear confessor sacrificed himself every day, he fucked me every day because I didn't tell anyone a single thing and two years later I was pregnant. I cried with happiness, I was bearing divine fruit! I waited until the Mother Superior summoned me to her. Kneeling, my hands wrapped in the rosary, I told her the truth, nothing but the truth. Everything. The Mother Superior, who had once been the Duchess of Wittenbach, quickly and mercilessly brought me down from my high horse. She scolded me for being incredibly naive and sinfully arrogant. "The Lord Jesus Christ would come down and mate with you!?" she hissed angrily. I stammered that I didn't understand.

Now she smiled, in a more lenient mood, and explained to me how devilishly clever the Evil Prince had been. I gradually understood how I had been tricked. "It may already be too late for an abortion," said the wise woman. I shook my head, I would never murder a baby just to look good myself. I would not give my soul to the Prince of Darkness so easily, I breathed. I had to leave the monastery in any case, the rules had been tightened. The Duchess rolled her eyes. "Men! Only men can make such heartless, downright idiotic rules!"

But now she took my fate into her own hands. She made sure that Mother Church opened her purse and paid me and my child a lifelong legacy. On the condition that I did not reveal the father's name. That was easy, I have completely forgotten his name. The Duchess pulled all the strings, especially in the bishop's beard. The confessor was ordered overnight to a prison island in the North Sea, where there were only two thousand prisoners, the most brutal of the brutal. All of them were men, not a single woman on the windswept rocky island. He barely survived the first year, then he was stabbed to death.

I named my son Wilbert, or rather Wilbertus, after my biological father, Bishop Wilbertus. But everyone just called him Will, and that was fine with me. I taught him myself, from the age of 5, because I distrusted secular schools as much as the clergy. I would raise him to be an honest, upright man who knew very clearly what was good and what was bad. I was not prepared to throw him into the clutches of the clergy, even if my mother and my father were very annoyed. I gritted my teeth, passed my secondary school exams in record time immediately after his birth, I studied philosophy and got my doctorate.

When Will reached puberty, he no longer wanted to sleep in his crib. It was all the same to me, he could sleep with me. I experienced his puberty and the awakening of his sexuality next to him and standing by his side. Like him, I thought that masturbating was something normal and healthy. I once asked him whether he wanted to find a little girlfriend for play, for sexual play and maybe even for fucking? Will replied that he already had a few girlfriends for sexual play, but he wanted to do it with me the first time.

I didn't understand right away. "You're still waiting to fuck, am I right? And it's supposed to be me?" He nodded very seriously. "Yes, Mom, you understood me correctly. We only play with the little girls, we do everything except fuck. We learn through play how to give ourselves and others an orgasm, it's not easy, you have to practice. It will be the same with fucking, it doesn't happen automatically, you have to practice it too." I was incredibly proud of my little Will and let him tell me night after night what he played with the little girls.

One night the time had come. I put my hand on his and stopped him from masturbating. "Come on, Will, let's fuck today!" I showed him and his finger where my G-spot was. I had only discovered and researched it years ago when I read about it. Will nodded. "I think I'll find it when we fuck." What a smart guy! Now I was glad that he had inherited his big cock from his poor father. I hadn't fucked for 15 years since he was born and I was pretty excited. But I calmed down immediately because Will was also very excited and I wanted to take the excitement away from him.

We hugged, we kissed, we gave each other French kisses. We both quickly became hot and horny. It flashed through my mind that I had finally thought I had been fucked by Jesus, glowing and bursting with love for the heavenly. It wasn't quite as wrong as the Duchess made it out to be. Of course it was all fake and false, but my love for Jesus was as real as gold. Now I let Will fuck me and I felt like I was real too. I hugged Will tightly and loved him with all my heart, with every fiber of my body. I felt and knew how wonderful it was for him. Since then, we've been fucking every night before dinner and then again at night for a year. I know he'll tell me when he's ready to fuck a girl.

"So much for my long report, my dear sisters!" Soon everyone was talking at the same time, praising and criticizing this and that. Anna looked at her watch. They had to vacate the hall in 5 minutes. "Girls, come here to the middle and we'll hug each other in a circle. Hug your friend or give her a kiss. We'll meet here again in three weeks!

Somehow the room glowed as they stood in a circle, hugged each other and one or the other received a long French kiss. Each one hugged the other and they reveled in the heat of their long French kisses. The French kiss flashed straight into their clits, didn't each of them decide to have hot girl sex with the other, one day? Everyone waited patiently until the last ones broke away from the intimate French kiss.

Whether this glow came from the succubus, the Holy Spirit or a car headlight was irrelevant.

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