Past Lives

She pondered my confession for awhile and then said, “That must be it. Your desire for your mother in this life somehow steers you toward those events in your past lives.”

I excused myself and went to the bathroom. The tip of the rubber was full of spunk. There was so much of it that the rubber probably would have burst if it had been a cheaper brand. I tied a knot in it and tossed it into the wastebasket. I returned to the office, where Irene was rewinding the tape.

“Well?” she asked.

“Yes, I did it again. The condom was a good idea.”

“Judging by your descriptions of the costumes, music and dancing, you lived in France. The minuet was popular during the reign of Louis the Sixteenth. French aristocrats frequently indulged in lavish orgies. The women often bared one or both of their breasts. It was considered stylish. Mother-son and father-daughter incest was common. I find it very interesting that the regressions end as soon as you come… er… I mean ejaculate. It’s as though your sexual energy keeps them alive.”

I wanted to take another trip back in time, but knew better than to ask. That night I lay in bed and replayed the French experience again and again. I wondered about my life as a French aristocrat. Had I made my beautiful mother pregnant? Had I ended up on the guillotine? Jacking off made me drowsy enough to fall asleep.

“Larry, I would like your permission to write a book about your regressions. We’ve made a major breakthrough in the field of regression therapy and we must share it with the world.”

It was a week after my French regression experience and I was sitting across the desk from Professor Kelly, who was becoming more radiant each week.

“No way, Irene. You can’t tell the world that I fucked my mothers in my other lives.”

“Well, I wouldn’t use your real name. Anyway, it was a long time ago. You haven’t fucked your mother in this life, have you?” My cock jerked when I heard her say “fuck”.

“No, of course not. Well, I guess a book is a good idea. I’m convinced that reincarnation is real and I do want others to know about it.”

I went to the bathroom and put a condom on my cock, then made myself comfortable on the couch. Irene began her spell-inducing monologue in her satiny voice. The real world faded out and I began another journey into the darkness. The disembodied heads floated toward me, some smiling, some scowling. Friends and enemies from previous lives, perhaps? Then suddenly I was regressed.

“Larry, can you see anything?”

“Yes. I’m bent over a bed with a tit in my mouth. Another man is sucking her other tit, and another is between her legs lapping her pussy. An older man is sitting next to the bed playing with his cock. I’m looking at her face now. She’s an older woman, but she is still very pretty. I’m running my hand down across her belly. She’s a little plump, but very nice. The guy who is licking her pussy is getting to his knees. His big cock is fully hard. The other tit-sucker and I move aside so he can mount her. Now he’s fucking her hard and fast. Their bellies are smacking together.”

“I’m in a log cabin. I’m going to a window now to try to see where I am. I see nothing but wilderness for miles. There are snow-capped mountains in the distance. Now I’m at another window. Nothing here, either. I see a shallow pan on a crude table – a gold-mining pan. A few nuggets are scattered next to it. We’re gold-miners in the wilderness of Alaska. The woman is the only woman within a thousand miles so we all have to share her.”

“The oldest man is calling me forward. He tells me to do my duty to my mother. He must be my father and the other men are my brothers. My mother is telling me to hurry. I’m climbing on top of her now. She’s trying to stuff my cock into her pussy. I’m in! Her pussy is making squishing sounds as I ram my cock in. Her belly is coming up against mine so hard that I can hardly keep my cock in her. She’s howling like a wild animal. She’s coming now. Her pussy is sucking at my cock. I can’t hold it back. I’M COMING! I’m getting off of her now. My father is coming forward to take his turn. He’s driving his thick cock into the mess made by his sons. It’s fading out now. I’m losing it.”

I awoke to find Irene on her knees next to the couch with her big, beautiful tits hanging out of her dress. She was fumbling with my belt buckle. I helped her out, and as soon as I had my pants loosened she pulled them down around my knees. As she tugged the rubber free of my cock, the spunk ran down over the shaft. Irene’s warm, wet mouth closed around my cock. She sucked it better than anyone ever had. Her soft, wet lips stimulated the thousands of nerves in the head and throat.

Having succeeded in her goal of keeping me hard, she straddled me, hitched up her dress, and impaled herself on my cock. There was a look of unbridled lust on her face as she posted up and down on my prong. “It’s about time you fucked someone beside your mothers,” she hissed. I finally shook off my catatonia and took action. Planting my feet squarely on the couch, I began thrusting up into her tunnel of love. I roughly fondled her soft tits and pulled them toward me. As I nursed on her, she began keening, softly at first and then louder until I feared we might be overheard.

“Oh, my God, that’s it! You’re hitting all the right spots. I’m going to come. HUH… HUH… HUH… HUH… I’M COMING! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She came for a long time, and before she was finished, my load was deep inside her. From then on, all of the regression sessions ended with us fucking. I was getting more sex than I had ever had in my life. Irene’s best-selling book had twenty-one chapters, and, in each one, I fucked my mother in that particular life. Irene jokingly called me “the world’s greatest mother-fucker.”

I gave my beautiful mother a gift copy of the book and she loved it. Of course, I didn’t tell her that I was the protagonist. Now I wonder when I will fulfill my destiny by fucking her.