1. I am the Fountain of Youth - Pt. 1


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Incest, Oral Sex, Teen, Teen Male / Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Goosebump, Rating: 89.6, Source: sexstories.com

    It wasn’t until I was in my mid teens that I started to wonder why the women in my family never seemed to get any older. As a kid, they just looked like adults to me. Even my sisters who were in their early twenties. That age, to a kid, still just looks like an adult. But when I turned 14 I started to wonder - are you guys not aging? I started to ask questions. My mom, who was 46 (apparently), and my four aunts would just laugh at my question. They’d explain that everyone in their family just had amazing genes, and took great care of their skin. Their answers were vague, but they were confident enough that I just chalked it up to genetics. I didn’t think about it much after that. I wondered if I would age at a similarly slow pace. The only boy in a huge family of women… None of my three sisters, my four aunts, my mother or even my grandmother seemed to get very old. Would the one boy share the trait? I hoped so. On the morning of my 18th birthday, my mother sat me down for a talk in our living room. “Jack, have you noticed the girls looking at you differently over the last couple of months?” I had. All the women in my family had begun to treat me a little more playfully over the last couple of months. They looked at me with a strange new curiosity, and they tried to find more opportunities to hug me or place a hand on my shoulder. “Now that you bring it up, they’ve been more affectionate these last few months.” “Jack, what I have to tell you today is going to shock you. ...
    For many reasons. What I need you to do is promise that after you let me finish, you won’t just run out of the house and never want to see us again.” She was looking at me with this expression that was the perfect combination of formal and adorable. Plus, my mom being my mom, it couldn’t be avoided that the look was also somewhat sexual. This is just because my mom is an obviously sexual person. The kind that anyone might suspect is trying to be seductive, simply because her face and her body are themselves so seductive. “Mom, obviously I would never do that. You know me. I’m not easily shocked.” “Well, there’s no way you could be prepared for any of what I’m going to tell you. And, honestly, I wouldn’t blame you for hating me. I just…” “Mom, stop. I love you. I love you more than the world itself. I’ll forgive you for whatever it is. Whatever secret. Just let it out.” My mom’s eyes began to fill with tears. “I’m not your mother.” She buried her head in her hands and began to sob. “WHAT?” She didn't say anything. She just kept crying into her hands. “Mom, answer me! What do you mean you’re not my mother??” She lifted her head from her lap and looked at me with her red, wet eyes. She got up and then kneeled in front of me, putting her hands on my knees in supplication. “You were adopted.” I was silent. I hadn’t expected that. And I was a little distracted by her face and hands being so close to my lap. I could feel her fingers digging into my thighs and almost clawing my legs ...
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