Hello, My Name Is...

All characters in this story are 18 or older. This is a multi-part series, so while this chapter only fantasizes about an incestuous relationship, the meat of the story is yet to come!

Hello, My Name Is...

- 1 -

How We Met

"...Samantha, and I'm a sex addict."

Those were the first words my husband ever heard me say. We were in our first ever meeting individually and we both learned that day that it would be only a few weeks until our last. Neither of us took them seriously.

I was forced to go after I was arrested for engaging in public sex acts. I was nineteen years old and was getting plowed from behind by my boyfriend while my best friend ate my cunt. We were in the parking garage of the local mall. We just watched 50 Shades of Grey and Lisa wouldn't stop whispering in my ear how much she wanted to eat out Anastasia's pussy. She would lick my ear and tell me how many fingers she has stuffed in her pussy. My boyfriend took my hand and wrapped it around his cock that he had pulled out. I got so worked up that I told them both that we're heading straight for the garage and I that I expected no less than two orgasms between them.

Mom picked me up from the police station and screamed at me the whole way home. She called me a whore more times than I could count. She told me that if I wanted to keep living under their roof, I would agree to get counseling. I didn't have a choice since the job I had paid me under the table and the amount was unpredictable. I signed up for a sex addicts anonymous counseling group which is where I met Mark.

Mark found himself there when he was eighteen years old and still in high school. He was also forced to go by his parents. He had stolen one of their credit cards and used it to purchase subscriptions to porn sites and time to watch women perform on webcams. Between that and routinely getting caught masturbating in different places in his house, he was threatened with being kicked out. His parents agreed to pay for counseling if he promised to give it an honest attempt.

We sat next to each other at the first meeting and began to chit chat and subtly laugh at the others as they told their stories. After the meeting, he caught up with me outside as I was smoking.

"Hey, Samantha!" he said happily as he approached me.

"What's up?" I replied as I put my cigarette out.

"Not much. I wanted to see if you would like to go get coffee or something?" he asked politely.

I looked him over quickly and decided to go with him. He had his mother's car so, I texted my mom and told her I was going out with a friend. I was sure to tell her that I enjoyed the meeting and that I would definitely be going to another. It was a lie, but by saying that, it kept her from asking questions about my plans for the night. She would assume I was doing exactly as I said. If I didn't, she would insist I get home otherwise I might go whoring myself out. I remember thinking that night that if Mark was lucky, he might get some pussy.

As it turned out, he was lucky.

We went to the local ice cream shop and each had a milkshake as we learned about the circumstances that got us into the meetings. He learned that I liked to have sex anywhere at any time. I learned that he enjoyed almost every fetish imaginable but was particularly interested in incest fantasies and public sex. As soon as I learned that, I knew I was going to fuck him that night. When our shakes were done, we got in his car and I started giving him erzurum escort directions to our next destination.

I took him to a local water tower that had a narrow access road off the main road. I didn't tell him where we were going or why, I just kept up conversation until we got there.

"What's here?" he asked when we arrived.

"Nobody, but at any time, anyone," I said slyly.

He looked at me with a wicked grin on his face.

We both got out of the car and I walked to the hood and began to lower my pants. I bared my ass and bent over the hood.

"If you fuck me good enough, I might just consider seeing you again outside of our 'meetings,'" I said, using air quotes.

He didn't need any more urging. He got behind me and I could hear him fumbling with his zipper. I heard the familiar sound of pants being pushed down before I felt his cock begin to probe my pussy.

He never explained to me how much actual experience with sex he had. I assumed everything he knew he got from watching porn, but he shoved his cock in me, grabbed my hips and proceeded to fuck me like the slut I was for him that night. He pushed my shirt up, exposing my tits to the cool air and groped them as he fucked me. He rotated between pinching my nipples and pulling my hair.

"I want your cum all over my tits," I told him as he rammed his cock in and out of me, "I'm going to cover your hot cum with my bra and shirt and let it dry on my clothes and skin. Then later, I'm going to rub my pussy as I smell your dried cum."

He yanked my hair, forcing me to look into the sky as he fucked me. He was turning into my dream lover.

"I'll cum where I like," he whispered in my ear from behind. "If I want to cum inside your sloppy pussy, I will. If I want to coat your hair in my jizz, I'll do it. If I want to take this cock out of your pussy and shove it in your ass and fill your ass with it, I will do exactly that."

I felt like a more mature man was fucking me. He said things to me no one ever said and treated me the way I treated everyone else. The tables had turned, and I loved it. I was going to be fucking Mark for quite some time.

"Cum anywhere you want, mother fucker!" I responded aggressively.

I didn't care anymore. Wherever he decided to cum, I was going to love it.

He yanked my hair back again.

"I'm going to cum. Beg me to cum inside you!" he whispered loudly into my ear.

"Cum inside me! I want to feel it coat the walls of my cunt! Fucking fill my pussy!" I said loudly into the night sky.

I was so turned on. No one had ever fucked me like him, and I would never have guessed the boy ramming his cock into me would be the fuck of my life.

He put his foot on the bumper of the car and rammed into me, porn movie style. Just as I was about to laugh to myself about his obvious lack of experience, he shoved his cock deep into me, pushing me further up the hood of the car. I was ultimately lying on the hood of the car as he began to pump his seed into my cunt.

"Oh, shit yes. Fill me!" I begged him as I felt each spurt leave his cock.

When he let loose his final grunt, he leaned down and softly kissed my neck. His kiss was soft and passionate for how short it was. As absurd as it was, my heart fluttered, and I felt a tinge of love in that moment.

"You're absolutely amazing," he said.

I was trying to catch my breath when the world began to make sense again.

"Mark, erzurum escort bayan that was SO good. So good," I whispered, staring straight ahead.

He pushed my panties up, making sure they caught all the cum that seeped out of my pussy. I finally recovered and arranged my clothes as they were and we both got in the car.

"Before we go," I said, looking at him and opening my zipper, "I never came."

He watched me dip my hand between my legs and into my cum soaked panties.

"You like incest?" I asked him softly.

He nodded as he watched me begin to masturbate in the passenger seat of his car.

"Do you have fantasies about fucking your mom?" I asked, looking straight at him as I rubbed my clit.

He nodded and began to rub his hardening cock through his pants.

"You want to bend her over and fuck her, don't you? God, Mark, feeling your cum all over my fingers as I rub my pussy and thinking of you fucking your Mom is about to make me cum!"

"I've purposely jerked off where Mom would catch me," he said as he fished his cock out and began stroking it, "I imagined her catching me and initially trying to flee, but then staring at me as I stroked it. She would eventually walk in and close the door behind her. She watched me, Samantha. She watched me jerk off. She would ask me if I needed any help and I told her to just watch."

When he added my name into the fantasy, it released the beast inside. I quickly removed my pants and panties and awkwardly attempted to mount him. It was by no means comfortable, but I eventually worked his cock into my pussy once again.

"Did she watch you?" I asked as I bounced on his cock.

"She did. I stood up and got right in front of her. My hand was flying up and down my cock as I stood inches away from her."

"Fuck! Was she looking into your eyes or were her eyes locked on your fucking cock?" I asked, still working his cock in and out of me.

"She looked into my eyes. She watched me as I looked her over from head to toe. I told her to remove her bra without removing her shirt," he said as he put his hands on my ass.

"You wanted to see her hard nipples as she watched you jerk your cock, didn't you?" I asked.

He nodded.

"When she finally did it, I asked her what she wanted," he said as I lifted my shirt, taking the bra with it.

"Suck my tit, Mark. Take my nipple between your teeth," I begged him.

"No. I am telling a story. Pinch your own nipple as I tell you how Mom wanted to get on her knees, lift her shirt and beg for me to cum on her tits," he said in a domineering tone.

I cupped my own tit and squeezed my nipple. "Did you let her?" I asked.

"No. I told her to do exactly what you're doing now. She put her hand up her shirt and pinched her own nipples as I jerked my cock inches from the zipper of her pants. I could see the outline of her fingers as they worked their magic," he said.

"Did she ask to rub her clit so she could cum, too?" I asked as I felt my orgasm begin to build within me.

"No, but I knew she wanted to. She wanted to cum any way she could. If I let her, she would have taken her pants off, put one knee on the nearest flat surface and pulled my cock into her cunt," he said. I was beginning to debate whether his fantasy was a fantasy at all or if he actually fucked his mother.

"Did you cum on her?" I asked. His answer, if he kept the pace he was at, escort erzurum was going to cause me to release my orgasm.

"I told her what was going to happen. I told her to unzip her pants and open them wide without lowering them. When she did, I moved closer to her."

Fuck that was a good story. I began to bounce harder on his cock.

"Did you cum on her panties?" I asked, feeling my orgasm about to explode.

"No, Samantha, I pulled the elastic of her panties so I could see her bush and pointed the tip of my cock into her panties and shot my load," she said, locking eyes with me.

"FUCK!" I yelled as my body shook.

"I couldn't see any more of her black hair. It was all coated in thick cum," he said as I grabbed his shoulder hard.

"I let the elastic snap back and watched as the wet spot on the outside began to grow. I told her to zip her pants back up so I could watch my cum seep through those as well. She obliged willingly and rubbed her mound through her pants trying to help my load bleed through her clothes faster."

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I said repeatedly.

"Cum all over my cock, Sam."

"Cum inside me again, Mark," I begged as my orgasm continued to rock my body.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled until my ear was next to his mouth.

"Do you deserve my cum, Mother?" he asked.

It was like another eruption exploded within me.

"No, son, I'm not worthy of being your cum-whore," I responded as best I could.

I finally came down and collapsed on him. I found myself attempting to catch my breath again when a knock on the window brought us back to reality.

"SHIT!" Mark said as he looked into the rear-view mirror, "Cops!"

We were promptly arrested for public acts of indecency and brought to the station. His parents were called to pick him up, but I was booked and stayed in the city jail until my arraignment. Mom showed up at the courthouse and sat in the back. The judge was quick to point out that I was in jail for a second act of the same offense. My public defender told him that I was active in a counseling group for sex addicts and that behavior like mine continues until counseling or therapy becomes routine and effective.

The judge listened to everything and informed me that neither jail time nor a fine would benefit my condition and would certainly interrupt any counseling. He told me that I was on a five-year probation. If I was arrested again on anything that could be remotely linked to my current charge, I would be sentenced to federal prison. I thanked him profusely and promised, though it was a lie, that I would continue my sessions and would work tirelessly to better myself.

I almost laughed midway through my speech. The public defender walked me out of the courthouse while telling me that had I been a male, I would have been found guilty. He said the judge had a soft spot for women. As he spoke, we turned the corner and Mom was walking quickly up to me. She stopped and waited for me to approach her.

"You have two days to get your things and get out of my house. I don't want you there. You're a burden to me and your father and you're a whore," she said blankly before turning and walking away.

My lawyer turned to look at me and noted I didn't seem upset. I told him I mostly expected that to happen. He asked if I needed help arranging a place to stay and I told him I would be able to make my own way.

I thanked him and went to gather my things from the jail's intake office. Once I got my phone, I immediately contacted Mark and told him I needed to see him. This time, I asked him to meet me at a local fast food place and that it was an emergency.

"I've been waiting for you to text me. I need to talk to you as well," he said. I made my way there and patiently waited his arrival.