Blond Tabu Podcast 05 accidental incest
Blonde Tabu podcast 05, is called “Accidentally with my son.” This story comes from a mother in France and I spoke to her on the phone to verify that it’s real. She’s a single woman, who for the last 10 years, has considered herself to be a libertine. Her personal beliefs were put to the test when, in the swinger club’s blackout room, she let a man who she couldn’t see penetrate her. Only, it turned out to be her adult son.
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Below is the transcript just in case you can’t listen to it.
Blonde Tabu Podcast 05 : The Unintended Encounter
This is Aimee’s story, so listen well as I speak her words for you.
I’m writing this as I sit here, having just finished an emotional roller coaster ride. I think it is in part a confession, as I am no longer certain of what my future holds. But I felt that I needed to write something about the unique situation that began this ride. I’ve been going to private parties and les clubs échangistes (Swingers clubs) for at least 10 years. I have had many wonderful adventures and made many friends. I have never felt any guilt or shame, that is until recently.
I attended one of my favorite clubs on Saturday night. After making my hellos to the barmaid and a few faces that I recognized, I wandered through the various rooms looking for a diversion. I stopped outside the blackout room listening to the high pitched wails echoing the penetrative smacks of flesh meeting flesh when the two bodies collided. My mind raced, trying to imagine the athletic prowess capable of such man-handling.
As I stepped into the darkened area, led by my lustful curiosity. Unable to see anything, I moved slowly across the padded floor, drawing myself closer to the sound. Now I could also smell the mixture of pheromones. An intoxicant to be sure, pulling me into the unknown with a desire that had me ready for action. I felt the woman’s hair first, and leaned down to whisper in her ear how hot their fucking was making me. She kissed me on the mouth and then whispered back, I have to pee, can you take my place ? Since this is normal for such a sexually charged environment, I let out a husky, lust laden, Oui, Oui. She sat up and murmured something to her stud. He stopped momentarily and without a word, reached out for me.
I felt his hand wrap around my ankle and he pulled me toward him. Next I felt the heat of his breath on my panties. He groaned audibly then tugged them off with his teeth. My excitement betrayed me and I was overcome with my own aroma like the nectar of a queen bee attracting the hive. Suddenly he grabbed my other ankle and yanked me up towards him. His manhood finding it’s slippery target in one swift motion. I gasped, then fell into the same rhythm of pleasure as I had been moments before listening to outside of this chamber of darkness.
He filled me completely and effortlessly. Each pump sent sensations through my entire body. I searched my mind to find a recollection of something so perfect, so powerful and quickly abandoned my minds quest as these powerful thrusts overtook more than my body, becoming the rhythm of my my mind, my heart and my breath. Soon each stroke was like a wave of orgasm cresting within in me, yet he didn’t stop.
My body quivered, my heart raced, I panted and hung on. When he finally neared orgasm, he leaned down and bit into my right shoulder, sending me over the top. Unable to contain myself, I dug my stocking heels into his buttocks and pulled him to a standstill as we came together. I may have blacked out momentarily, when I could think again, I whispered in his ear, « What should I call you ? » The response, « Francois » just about shattered me.
I had just experienced, the most satisfying sexual encounter of my life, and my afterglow was quenched in a word. I slid out from under my lover, and made my way to the place where I had entered. It seemed so far as I groped about in the darkness. « What’s wrong ? » the all too familiar voice queried. My head was spinning, « No, this wasn’t possible, how could I ? »…but I knew that it was possible, he was old enough to be here of his own accord. And I was old enough to know, that going into the darkness without knowing what awaited, always led to surprises. I just didn’t expect this.
As I stumbled out of the room, my only thought was to get some distance between me and this place. I scooped up my shoes that I had slipped out of at the door, tugging my dress back into place, I scurried away to a more crowded section of the club. I was numb, confused and completely in my own head. One of my friends, whom I had spoken to earlier, upon arriving shook me out of my stupor, trying to get my attention.
As I looked up, I saw him, moving towards the door. There could be no mistake, it was my son. My precious boy, now 19 and living on his own. He had found himself at the same den of iniquity that his mother frequented. And I, oblivious to his presence, had gone about my usual carefree way to embrace one of life’s truest pleasures. I closed my eyes as the feelings of ecstasy again surged through my body…Ohhh such pleasure, could I ever be so free again ?
I looked at the concerned face before me. Made some excuse about not feeling very well (truly I wasn’t) and, slipping my shoes back on, I headed for home. The metro station wasn’t far, but I was on autopilot, unaware of my surroundings until I was putting my keys in the door of my apt. I stepped inside and collapsed to the floor. What had I done ?
But every time, I went to replay where I went wrong, the feelings of pure ecstasy flooded back through me. A moment of sexual perfection, then my world came crashing down. I somehow made it to my bed and must have passed out from exhaustion. When I awoke, I saw my son sitting on a chair across from me, watching me sleep. The morning light was streaming in the room around him like a halo, and I lowered my eyes to the floor, thinking of how I had failed him. « Mama » he started. I dared not look up. « Mama, we need to talk ».
He was so calm. I sat in silence, trying to will away this confrontation. Finally I stammered, « I’m so sorry. » His immediate and bold response caught me off guard, « I’m not ». I raised my eyes, bewildered. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were tired, as though he’d spent the entire might wrestling with what had happened.
Francois looked me dead in the eye. « I’ve given this a lot of thought. But if anything, I should be the one to apologize, I wasn’t thinking about how you would react. » React ? He wasn’t making any sense. I just silently stared as he continued his confession. « ahhh, where do I start ? » He began to recount how he’d been secretly going to the various swinger clubs since he was old enough to get inside. How he’d lost his virginity to an older woman, how she’d taught him how to prolong his partner’s pleasure.
I still didn’t understand. He remained across from me, soberly he continued. « What had started as an adolescent fantasy, became an obsession. I have crossed paths with you three times before this. The first time, I just missed you at a private party. My date had taken too long to get ready and you were gone by the time we got there. The next two times, at clubs, you had a date of your own. I sat across the room watching you interact with extreme jealousy. And last night, I dared not say a word, because I knew it was you.
« What ? What, are you saying ? »
« Mama » I know your perfume, and the scent of your panties…aghhh. He smiled and pulled out the panties from last night. The panties that I had abandoned in my hasty exit. I looked down to see that I was still wearing the matching bra. « I have been borrowing your delightful lingerie for years. Their intoxicating scent was what kindled my desire. Having you, for real, all to myself, last night…well, it was like all my wishes came true. »
« But, I … »I stammered as he crossed the space between us. He leaned down and kissed me straight on the mouth. I closed my eyes and the feelings of the last night flooded through my body, tearing down the walls of resistance. I opened myself up to him, this time, knowingly. He laid me back on the bed and slowly undressed me. Covering my body in delicate kisses, then suckling on my breasts like they contained his breakfast. I gave in with all the passion I had felt last night. No longer a mystery, no longer a taboo, just too loving souls clinging to each other, satisfying each other’s needs.
Our love making was tender and passionate, a mixture of relief and desire fueling our actions. As we lay in each other’s arms, we knew that we had found a way to move forward, our bond stronger and more complex than ever before.
The accidental encounter at the club échangiste had changed our lives forever. My son was truly grown up. He had handled this better than I could have without him, better than I expected anyone to do. And in his frank maturity, I had found a kindred spirit. Together, we had found a way to navigate the uncharted waters of our new relationship. As we embrace our future together, we discovered that love knows no boundaries, and sometimes, the most unexpected connections can lead to the most profound happiness.
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