Jeremy's Story

A seething tale of the seduction of and incest with a 19 year-old boy. Excerpt:...Mark, in my previous story... is my very best friend - and has been so since he was a teenager. He knows that my sexual attraction to him when he was 18 was not altogether harmless, although the fact is that it was very pleasurable. He later told me that he secretly enjoyed it very much - even when I hurt him - and that he actually looked forward to our times alone together, because he knew that it inevitably led to having a great time. Because his parents allowed me to have such a relationship with him in his youth, and the relationship was very special to him, he permitted me to have such a relationship with his 19 year-old son Jeremy, 23 years later. After Mark left, Jeremy walked out of the bathroom, and asked where his dad was. I explained, and then took the boy into the shower with me, and gave him a sensual all-over body massage. I focused my attention on his sexual arousal, stroking him gently with strawberry scented shampoo in my hand to the brink of orgasm, and then abruptly stopping. This made him horny and frustrated as hell ... both dressed in tank tops, underwear, and powdered socks. I then led the boy gently into bed with me. With the randy teenager cradled softly in my arms, I caressed his buttocks, kissed him softly on the cheek--.            Kim then rubbed Jeremy-s penis with aloe. The boy sighed, but an erection failed to materialize. Kim:                -No?.... too much for one night, baby?-Jeremy:          -Yeah.... I-m.... I-m - excuse my language - all fucked out-.Kim:                -Me too. You-re the best, Jeremy. I could spend the rest of my life with you.... but I-m afraid I-d never get out of bed-.Jeremy:          -Then marry me, Kim-.Kim:                -You-re too young.... you-re 19.... You know that I just raped you?-Jeremy:          -No you didn-t. You made love to me. I wanted you to-.Kim:                -Yes, you-re right, baby-doll.... you-re soooo right-.Jeremy:          -In two and a half years, I-ll be twenty-two, and you-ll be....  uh--Kim:                -Does it matter?-Jeremy:          -Then we can get married, right?-Kim:                -Yeah, Jeremy.... we-ll see.... Okay?-  Thirty minutes later, I put the key in the door. There was no time for the two to dress and pretend that nothing had happened.... -You guys seemed to have had a swell time-, I said, somewhat sarcastically.