Stories of Fantasies

[Torch_Man]

thk u, folks
4 supportin.....

company currently tinkin of retrenchin..... so i m jz busy wif work.
did managed 2 pen sum pts on my ex-wife story

i tink, in order not 2 keep folks in 2 much of a suspense.... will b continuin on writin sum incest fantasy stories 1st. thereafter will write my ex-wife case.

jz a peek in2 my ex wife case:
my achievement abt her is i made her squrim which she does not even know anythin abt..... yet i saw/catch her RED handed bin fucked by another boy (if folks here read my history: she was a teacher and he was her student, but i did not report 2 police, though police were at d scene)

jz sharin.....

[Torch_Man]

Nutmeg For Mom

Robert sat locked up in his room looking at a various Literotica story with one hand on the swell of his shorts and the second on the mouse. Since he found out about Literotica (two years ago) from his old girlfriend, Robert had been glued to it's contents for weeks on end. The story in question now was dealing with his favorite taboo: incest, and centered itself on a story of Mother and son. His fingertips gently grazed back and forth over the heady swell of his cock as it pushed itself against its confines with a dire need for release. His thumb was sure to spend extra attention along the crown of his head, causing gentle spasms to finger his balls and reverberate up the length of his veined shaft. Pre-cum was leaking from that engorged head, and was steadily seeping into the mesh of his shorts, thus creating a large wet spot.

His self-induced pleasure was soon ended, however, when the rumble of a car was heard coming up the driveway. Though Robert had his door locked, and hadn't even removed the "beast" from it's cage, he panicked. He jumped from his computer chair and shut it down before grabbing at his shorts and pulling the waistband down enough so it trapped the head of his prick against the bottom of his stomach and thus got rid of signs of a hard on. He jogged out of the room and headed downstairs before coming to a halt in the kitchen just as his Mother swung back the door and stepped inside.

[Torch_Man]

"Hey, Mom! How was the workout?" Piped Robert, putting on his best smile though unable to hide the red flush of his cheeks from his own workout. He had just turned eighteen last week, and was an average sized boy. He stood at a modest six foot, and weighed 180lbs. Dark brown locks were left whatever which way, giving it a wild look. Robert was average with everything but his cock, which was a good nine inches long.

His Mother returned the smile with a dazzling one of her own, before swinging shut the door and entering further into their humble abode. Her husband had died ten years ago, and she hadn't got the nerve to date since. She was a mere thirty-six years of age, and spent five days a week at the gym to keep up her young appearance. She was currently clad in a spandex halter top that hugged itself around the swell of her breasts, and a matching pair of shorts that dug themselves up the wedge of her ass and outlined the tops of her thighs to the fullest extent. "Oh, it was good, Robbie, same old thing though."

Throughout all this, Rob was eyeing his Mother up as furtively as he could. The arousal of his cock didn't die, it only grew stronger and pulsated roughly against the entrapment of his shorts, still held tightly to his stomach by the waistband. "Yeah, I should start going, just don't have the willpower." He chuckled, before crossing into the kitchen and lowering down into one of the various chairs.

"You don't need to, sweetie, you look great, and the girls love you." She teased, before moving over to the refrigerator and popping it open, pulling out some various food and bringing it to the kitchen counter behind her. "I have to get dinner going though, I ran later than planned at the gym."

"I haven't had a girlfriend for over a year, Mom.. you know that." He mumbled, never taking his eyes from his Mother's ass. He was an ass man, truth-be-told, and those spandex shorts of hers did wonders. He nibbled down lightly into his lower lip, trying to resist the urge to lower a hand a tease himself right there.

[Torch_Man]

"That's because you spend so much time on that damned computer. You should get out more, Hun." She said this without looking at him, for she was organizing things on the counter. She reached up to the cabinet above and swung it open, peering up at the various bottles inside. She then rose upwards on her tip-toes, the swell of her ass clenched and tormented the tightness of her shorts as she fought with the bottles. Robert sat there, taking this all in, and his cock lurched within his shorts. "Sweetie, could you come over here and bring down the nutmeg for me? I can't seem to reach it."

Be still his heart! Rob quickly rose from his seated position and adjusted his shorts to ensure nothing was poking forward, before moving to stand behind his Mother. "You can't reach that? Ok, well which bottle is it?" He said as he stepped forward slightly and reached up to one of the various spices. The bundled length of cock made slight contact along the curve of her ass, and he froze. Before he made it apparent that he realized he did this, he retrieved one of the bottles and lowered it down in front of her face. "This it, Mah?"

She stood through all this, subconsciously wondering why he didn't just stand next to her, until she felt something rather hard poke slightly into her ass. She froze as well, and her mind whirled. 'Was that his cock? Oh my god! It's huge!' she said to herself as she unconsciously shifted her ass back slightly. The swift press of her baby's prick had caused a convulsion in her shorts, and the lines of her cunt began to dampen from growing arousal. "Um, no, that's not it. Keep looking."

[Torch_Man]

And he did just that. With her ass shifting back at him, a steady press of cock to ass was taken, though he didn't say anything about it. Shivers ran up and down his spine, and he rose up slightly once more to take down another random bottle, causing his covered prick to slide up, then down her ass. "..T.This one?"

"No, keep looking." Her voice was becoming husky with the steady throb that centered itself at her puss. She subtly shifted her ass once more, causing further friction between the two. She leaned forward slightly, pressing her forearms to the countertop. This was wrong, forbidden, illegal, and downright nasty. She knew all this, but couldn't deny the pleasure of it all. Her eyes squinted down to mere slits and she waited.

Was she pushing back against him? His heart skipped a beat and his cock twitched roughly, and it was then that he realized that with every movement upwards, his waistband was being drawn further down from his head and exposing his cock more. He was too afraid to reach down and solve the problem, so he instead rose upwards once more and took down another bottle. Maybe he should of fixed himself, because with the shift, his cock flopped out from it's confines and made a sharp smack to the top of his Mother's ass. She shook her head just as he said: "Oh, shit."

"Don't worry, you'll find it soon." Thinking his exclamation was in regards to her shaking her head to the fact that it wasn't the right bottle. It was right bottle though, and she took it and turned it's label around so he would keep looking. She had also noticed that something had slapped her ass, and a shiver ran through her as her ass began a steady grind into the naked flesh of his cock.

[sbfcheongster]

Nice fantasy stories!

[Torch_Man]

Originally Posted by Torch_Man

gotten afew hardcopies of fantasy stories.......
shall start type from here. hopefully bros will enjoy or like d stories.
jz d sharing spirit.....
do drop any comments.

didnt realise story-writin since 2007.......

thk u 4 supportin tis thread.
as i mentioned b4, will b writin my real life (ex-wife) story soon (still in brainstormin process lah)

2molo will b meetin my fb sexsion, currently tinkin of way a pleasure myself (shld i let her cim & swallow lor or many many others) & workin halfway oso

[Torch_Man]

Robert lost control and thrust his prick along the globes of her ass so pre-cum smeared along and slickened everything up. "Uh.. Mom. Are.. you sure you have.. nutmeg?" He managed to croak out as his hips began to steadily buck into her ass.

But she didn't say anything, instead she bent herself at the waist and pressed her chest to the countertop to fully expose her ass to her son's taking. She slowly walked her feet apart and curled her arms up around her head as she swayed her ass back and forth. Robert took this cue to continue his efforts, and to stop messing with the bottles of spices. His hands were instead used to grip each covered cheek of her ass and separate them enough so when he released, the shorts were sucked between and a valley was made. Lining his phallus up, he eased it forward until it was gripped by each globe of her ass. He let lose a low groan, and hands gripped at her waist as he fucked forward.

"Oh.. oh fuck, sweetie! Yeah, fuck my ass.. mm yeah!" She rasped at him as her ass rolled up and down, clenching her ass to milk his cock as it plunged in and out. One of her hands came down to the apex of her thighs while two fingers pressed together and were used to rub circles along her covered clit. She groaned in her throat, the walls of her cunt clenching at air as she manipulated the hardened nub of her clit through her shorts.

[Torch_Man]

Robert continued his plummet towards orgasm, and one hand was moved to grasp the base of his shaft before he steadily shaked it to cause the slicked length of his cock to slap against her ass. He couldn't take it anymore, and he soon yanked down her shorts to expose her lower half in it's entirety. He positioned his prick once more and fucked between her cheeks, feeling the full warmth radiating from her body for the first time. He felt like he was going to cum then and there, and quickly squeezed his shaft to stop such a thing.

"Please, christ. Fuck me, c'mon baby, come back to where you spent nine months. At least a big part of you." She moaned, gyrating her hips in encouragement to her son. The fingers that were at her clit were used to pull apart the swell of her labia, exposing the leaking hole of her snatch and the full pinkness of her vagina.

This was all he needed. He used his hand to aim his cock, dragging the helmeted tip up and down her folds before fitting it to the opening of her puss. He drove forward. Warmth and wetness surrounded his cock, and his Mother's pussy began to gently squeeze around the shaft. "Oh shit!" Was all he was able to say before his hips began to shift back and forth, drawing the reddened length of his cock in and out of the tight grasp of her cunt. He was actually doing it! He was fucking his Mother! She must of been enjoying it from the long moans she was letting forth and the way her hips ground back into him with every thrust forward.

[Torch_Man]

One of her hands was seen moving to a heavy tit, pulling up the halter to expose it before dragging a hardened nipple along the countertop. She reached up with both hands then, grasping at the door of the cabinet as she fucked herself roughly back against her sons large dick. All thought of talk was lost on her, as her orgasm started itself at the base of her stomach, and like an explosion, washed over her cunt and sent it in violent spasms around the dick imbedded in her. She rolled her hips up and down while she moaned, juices leaking out to coat his cock and dribble down her thighs and his balls.

He was trying to hold back his orgasm as long as possible, but once he felt the walls shuddering along his cock, he was unable to stand it any longer. "Oh god Mom! I'm cumming, oh god.. I'm cumm..i..." He was unable to finish, his balls tightened up and his cock began to twitch. Thick ropes of cum erupted from the purple head of his cock, splashing the insides of his Mother's womb and mingling with her own juices. His hips thrust forward once, burying to the hilt, and he let her roll along it herself. He never thought the orgasm was going to end, and once it had, he lowered down to rest atop his Mother. He kissed her back once, his breath washing out to simply evaporate in the air.

"I think I should take a shower." She purred at him, taking in a deep breath as her son's cock began to soften the grip of her cunt.

"Yeah, me too. Care to join me?" He whispered, before something caught his eye and he was staring at a label of a bottle that was turned over on the counter which read: 'nutmeg'.

[Torch_Man]

dat was d end of the "Nutmeg For Mom" story.

nw goin on2 d next chapter....

sorry 4 my long delay

jz sharin

[Torch_Man]

Of Mothers & Sons


You know that something is wrong when your once wonderful child starts talking to you. Now it is common knowledge that parents and children don’t communicate with each other and either sulk or scream when faced with even the idea of trying. So it’s understandable that I was unconcerned when my spittle spitting baby grew up to be a screaming, tense and rather rude young man. In fact, to tell the truth, I was over the moon about it. The more he and I shouted, screamed and generally shook the rafters, the more I was convinced I had fulfilled my role of being a good mother. My friends praised me, my husband blamed me, my mother-in-law and I hated each other, what more did I want? Nothing.

This changed however and I was suddenly and cruelly reduced to the wreck (social and personal) that I am now. It happened on an absolutely beautiful day, the kind that made my heart sing. The sky was grey with impending rain, the leaves on every bush within sight had been ripped off by the harsh wind wiping round the house and I couldn’t read the temperature on the thermometer. By mid afternoon I had managed to not do the housework, except for my son’s room, to burn the dinner apart from the brussel sprouts and to singe a hole in my husband’s favourite shirt. My son arrived as usual at around lunch time, slammed the door louder than ever and went upstairs. Following my usual pattern I gave him five minutes to lock the door and then headed after him.

[Torch_Man]

“Hunny, lunch is on the table. You should come and eat it.”

And then instead of telling me to fuck off and bury myself in a heap of manure he simply opened the door smiled at me said something along the lines of “Sure thing Mum.” and skipped down-stairs.

This state of affairs continued all day and left me a quivering wreck by the time my husband got home. My hands were shaking and I could feel cold sweat running up and down my shoulder-blades. Thoughts were racing through my head in a whirl of confusion, so when my husband arrived and announced he was divorcing me and went off to pack his bags my only response was:

“Ok dear.”

That was yesterday and as you have probably guessed, things have been getting worse. My son, if I can still call him that, is over the moon about his father moving out, my husband has decided on his very own to give me half of everything (which is more than generous considering the fact that I haven’t worked since I married him) and my mother-in-law phoned, to bury the hatchet. My life is in ruins. I have no son, I cannot complain about my shit of a husband going off and leaving me with nothing and I cannot phone my mother-in-law to pick a fight, all things I really regret the absence of.

[Torch_Man]

To clear my mind of all of this I decided this morning that I would clean the house. Five hours later, I re-discovered asthma and literally threw in the towel and called a cleaning agency. I then occupied myself by watching a sickeningly cheerful lady go about the house dusting, cleaning, moping, sweeping and several other things I cannot even put a name to. I finally decided my life was in serious need of re-structuring.

So I called my best friend, totally confident in the knowledge that she would tell me how I was to organise my life, probably by using pink and pastel tones. I was not however, going to find any kind of sympathy or advice from that front; I found out that my friend was the one my husband was leaving me for. This of course meant she couldn’t in all good conscience give me advice. I disagreed with her, after all she didn’t take anything I was really attached to, but she didn’t seem to think I had a very good point.

My only triumph of the day was I did manage to cook absolutely fabulous pancakes. A great culinary feat, well, for me. After this minor peak in a ghastly day things went along the way they had started. My son arrived and announced that he had applied at a university only a few miles away so he could stay and comfort me during the five years of his degree. Obviously he thought I would still be grieving over the loss of his father. I tried to convince him otherwise, but he would have none of it, he was going to stay and take care of his poor fragile mummy.

[Waxer]

Good. Thanks for sharing.