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Complete OSCON Coverage

Hemos posted more than 9 years ago | from the good-show-to-be-see dept.

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An anonymous reader writes "Reporter Jay Lyman attended the O'Reilly OSCON developers' get-together and wrote daily briefs plus a wrap-up that are all posted on NewsForge now. If you didn't make it to this excellent conference, reading Jay's reports is the next best thing." Yes, NewsForge is also part of OSTG.

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gnaa fp (0, Troll)

I have this account (800000) | more than 9 years ago | (#9851850)

lol nigger nigger

WHO CARES!?!?!?! (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9851853)


Did Parrot Dan get pied by Python Guido? (0, Interesting)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9851861)

It was supposed to happen at OSCON after the Parrot team conceded that they could not run the Parrotbench Python code.

Re:Did Parrot Dan get pied by Python Guido? (2, Informative)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9852030)

Here's the link where the Parrot group concedes [google.com] (see paragraph titled Pie-thon). Perhaps if Dan had done less chest-thumping and more coding the outcome might have been different.

Parrot speed (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9852485)

Parrot is supposed to be 20 times faster [google.com] than Python when it is complete, while IronPython [ironpython.com] will only be roughly the same speed as CPython 2.3.

Re:Parrot speed (1)

JRaven (720) | more than 9 years ago | (#9853350)

If you follow the grandparent's link you'd find they're currently only expecting Python-on-Parrot to be two times faster; given the way they shot their mouths off before, I'm going to wait until I see a complete implementation before I'll trust them. I'd be similarly hesitant with IronPython, but they're at least more conservative in their claims.

Re:Parrot speed (1)

YU Nicks NE Way (129084) | more than 9 years ago | (#9854641)

The big difference is that the IronPython guys have a release the you can test yourself. The python on parrot guys aren't close to that -- they couldn't even get parrotbench to run on their implementation.

gnaa fp (0, Redundant)

I have this account (800000) | more than 9 years ago | (#9851885)

fourth post lolol

Damn ! (1, Funny)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9851904)

Complete coverage my a** ! No mention of what they had for lunch.

Re:Damn ! (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9851987)

We had a Microsoft-sponsored bag lunch.

Re:Damn ! (1)

mbrewthx (693182) | more than 9 years ago | (#9852197)

It was here in Oregon they had spotted owl what else. My sister went and all see got me was a t-shirt damm her!!!!!!

Re:Damn ! (1)

zbik (194004) | more than 9 years ago | (#9853095)

No mention of what they had for lunch.

Cold wraps: choice of turkey/ham/veggie, with a generous helping of Oreos, chips, and candy. Last year Microsoft heavily promoted their sponsorship of the lunch; perhaps it backfired when people were afraid to eat it... imagine so many great hackers "accidentally" taken out by a case of bad mayonnaise.

Re:Damn ! (1)

RicJohnson (649243) | more than 9 years ago | (#9853633)

For FREE complete coverage, go to OsCon.Com [oscon.com]

Worst news EVER! (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9851930)

5 comments all offtopic and useless lol

suckers (-1, Redundant)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9851964)

fuck slashdot.

What happened to the Pie-Thon challenge ? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9851970)

If I remember correctly Dan Sugalski [sidhe.org] was all set to EAT PIE in OSCON 2004. Did Guido Van Rossum hit him face on ?.

Parrot may not be fast enough yet, but it's the future of FreeSoftware VMs . (not a knock off .NET clone).

Re:What happened to the Pie-Thon challenge ? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9852042)

pics of Dan eating pie?
Sterling Hughes pint (attempts to get PHP running on parrot) speech?

Things need to start happening with parrot, so we aren't shoehorning everything onto a VM that may have patent encumbered libraries.

not be fast enough yet (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9853034)

It was not a question of Parrot not being fast enough - Parrot was not able to run the Python benchmarks successfully and were disqualified by default. Seems odd though, the IronPython guy was able to complete the thing himself in 6 months and the Parrot guys have been at it for 3 years. Is CLR a better foundation than Parrot?

I was there (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9851975)

And I can tell you, the highlight of the show had to be the presentations by JBoss. Their open source solutions were a step above the rest. I tell you right now - nothing compares to JBoss open source solutions, they're leading the way in OSS. I do not work for JBoss.

Re:I was there (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9852004)

hey let me let you in on a little secret


you're not only black but you're also a nigger

the holocaust was funny


Re:I was there (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9852076)

God bless you Anonymous Coward. Find the love within to guide you through this tough time.

nigger nigger nigger nigger (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9851979)

Jews and niggers... LEAVE the hall!

this is a shit thread (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9851990)

i hereby declare this discussion and article wholly uninteresting so kindly commence spamming about gay niggers

Re:this is a shit thread (-1, Redundant)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9852034)

I agree with you: one Funny post and the only info has been modded Redundant, pathetic...

i hate niggers (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9852013)

i hate niggers i hate gooks i hate jew i hate anyone who's not aryan and germanic and white and blonde

Re:i hate niggers (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9852040)

You hate people: you're stupid. And you can't even make a difference between blonde (with boobs) and blond...

Re:i hate niggerhonkeys (0)

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nigger nigger nigger (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9852027)

I still can't believe what happened to me. December 25th 1999 is a day I will never forget. That is the day my mother raped me for the first time. (Merry fucking Christmas you bitch!) I mean it was just cruel and sick and nasty. There is no excuse, no rational explanation for her behavior. It wasn't just that she raped me, it was how she did it, the utterly despicable way she went about it. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself a little. To understand you have to go back a year to the events just before Christmas 1998.

Let me start at the beginning. My dad died when I was 14. My mom and I struggled to put ourselves back together. For 2 years we leaned on each other for support, because we had nobody else. My mom is really young; she had me when she was still in high school. In some ways she was more like a big sister or best friend to me than a mom. We laughed and played together, had tickle fights, and talked for hours. Sometimes she would just hang out in my room and read or watch tv. I guess on some level I must have loved her in a romantic way for a long time. I just did not KNOW it until I saw her pictures. I found a crate in our attic with around 20 old Penthouse magazines. Upon closer inspection I realized the centerfold was my mom! The date on the mag was about a year after I was born. She was the same age then, that I am now. As I looked at this beautiful, big titted, blonde teenager, I felt myself get rock hard. Page after page of my mom's mouth watering tits, bald pussy, and wicked little smile made me want to fuck her.

But it was her ass, her fat, plump, juicy, adorable ass that sealed her fate. I. Had. To. Have it. I fantasized about licking it, sticking my face as far inside it as I could, and just sniffing it, sleeping, warm and safe and secure with my lips pressed against it. I wanted to suck her ass-meat, to make her cum and pant and scream my name. But most of all I wanted to fuck my mom's sweet ass hard. To peel it open and hold her down and pound it, to ram it and rip it open. A small part of me wanted to hear her whimper, and sniffle and beg - just a little. For a while I became obsessed with Susan. I loved her yes, but I also wanted to utterly dominate her. I guess I kind of lost control and sort of seduced and pressured my mom into giving up her ass to me, if I agreed not to fuck her pussy. At the time I thought that was the greatest night of my life. I convinced her to let me take her out for a special dinner at the Paladin Club, and got her drunk. We even made out, did a little dirty dancing, and groped each other. But when we got home, she refused to have sex with me. I had to persuade her, to explain that if she did not give herself to me I would just rape her anyway. Finally we made a deal. Consensual Anal sex, for a guarantee that I would leave her cunt alone. Clearly she did not like it, but she did (reluctantly) agree.

Susan let me fuck her ass, helped me tear her up. Her butt juice was so warm and wet, and tangy. She grunted and squealed so prettily, in such a lady-like manner that I fell even deeper in love with my mom. That was our first time together, and I thought the beginning of a special, tender love. In the months that followed my mother withdrew from me. She claimed that I had raped her! That our love was not consensual. I felt really bad about the misunderstanding, and did everything I could to repair our relationship. As 1999 rolled along I thought that I had. Boy was I wrong.

Susan somehow found out about my alter ego, Jaz1701, the rape Author. She accessed my WEBTV account and read my e-mails from Readers, and visited the numerous free sites that I post stories to. I had written about our true love and how I had fucked her sweet ass during Christmas of 1998.

I guess the whole issue of rape and incest has been on my mind a lot this year. Jaz has written several stories about it. I was thinking about my mom the whole time.

Stories like "Rape Confessional", "Rape Betrayal #7", "Sister Betrayed", and "How Much Do You Love Your Wife" were all inspired by the events in my real life, with mom. But when she read them she got really mad. So mad that she decided to rape me. Let's review, ok I pressured her into having consensual sex. She then lies to me, reads my personal e-mail, seduces me, drugs me, dresses me in women's underwear, takes pictures of me, blackmails me, humiliates me - oh yeah and rapes my ass with a giant double headed dildo! It's not fair, she is sick! I mean shit, what kind of mother would do that to her only child? I made mistakes, sure. In the heat of the moment, I was over eager, but what I did came from love. My mother just wanted to hurt me, she just wanted revenge for my accidental rape of her the previous Christmas. The year 2000 did not start well for me. Mom was constantly blackmailing me, threatening to mail my friends our special Christmas photos of me in her bra, panties being raped up my hairy ass.

"John honey, do you mind licking mommy's pussy for her? You are such a precious little buttercup angel. Do a good job sweetie or your pics will be sent to the entire football team. Make me cum hard baby, lick it all up Johnny, your dad would be so proud of you. Momma's little rapist is growing up so fast!" she laughed as she humped my face and nearly cut off my air supply as she came. It was a nightmare.

Let's be clear: no means no! Sex without consent is rape. I did not give her consent to do this to me. I fucking hated it. I was not allowed to fuck her pussy, play with her tits, and certainly her ass was way the fuck off limits. She would wag it in front of me, rub it against me - to make sure I knew what I would never have again. She thought it was funny to watch me get hard, and the demand that I NOT cum. If I did... pictures would get mailed. It went on for months. My mom forgot one thing. I was applying to colleges. I would be leaving this town next summer. As soon as I was accepted, her power over me would be at an end. I slowly came to realize that she had no real power over me anyway. I mean let's get real. She was an adult who had raped her son, repeatedly. If I wanted to, she would be going to jail. This summer, I began to tape our conversations, our sexual time together.

"Mom please, don't make me do this anymore, Don't make me lick your pussy. This is rape mom. I still love you, but this is RAPE. Won't you please stop hurting your son, please mom," I declared in between licking and lapping and sucking her to a major orgasm. Sometimes her comments would mention that I had raped her first. That was of course unacceptable for my purposes, so I taped over it. Usually though, when she was close to orgasm she was out of it, demanding, wild - almost vulgar. "Shut the fuck up and lick my sticky, stinky, wet little cunt. You are mine, and you will pleasure me. This is all that you are good for. Suck, suck, suck your mommy. I think I'll strap on my dildo and rape your sweet little ass when we are done. I want to see you bleed a little. How does that sound you sick slut," she said, as I recorded the incriminating evidence.

On November 15th I got a letter in the mail from Penn State. I had been accepted on a partial academic scholarship. There is one thing about being an only child in a family where people die young. You get a lot of insurance money left to you. Cars, houses, and even a boat were sold when grandpa, dad, and finally grandma died. Stock, bank accounts, etc were all left to me and mom. The money was held in trust until I turned 21, but I got a small allowance. The money was earning interest. I was 17, I only had to hang on until then and while I might not be filthy rich... I'd be very, very, comfortable. Between my allowance, and part time job, a PSU scholarship was all I needed. I was free! My mom had nothing on me, the power had shifted. I could send her to jail by playing my tape anytime I wanted. I planned to rub it in her face, to taunt her. I ran downstairs to show her my acceptance letter. She read it carefully and got an odd look on her face. I could swear that her eyes teared up and she let out this breathy, pathetic little gasp.

"John... are you going to accept? Will you be leaving me, moving thousands of miles away from our home? Have you thought about how alone you will be? We have had our ups and downs especially in the last two years - but do you really want to be completely alone?" she said as she turned and quickly went to her room and locked the door. I don't know how to explain how I felt just then. I was so ready to hurt her, but when I realized that I had, I got no pleasure from it. I had been in love with Susan for so long that even after all she had done to me this year, hurting her; the reality that I had caused her pain, still felt unnatural.

Mom did not show her face for the rest of the day, and I had plenty of time to run the scene over and over in my mind. The next morning there was a knock at my door that woke me up.

"Can I come in?" a quiet voice said from the hall.

"Um sure, ok mom."

Susan had made us breakfast. I was stunned. It had been so long since we had done that. It used to be our special ritual. Some mornings I'd serve her, others she'd feed me in bed. We would spend hour laying next to each other, bonding, just catching up. It had been more than a year since we had done this. Last time I had kind of lost control and fondled her breasts a little. I held her in my lap, cupped her perfect breasts and sprayed my cum against her sweet nightie-covered ass. She did not say a word to stop me, but that was BEFORE she found out that I am really Jaz, and write rape stories. That was long before she started raping me.

She set the two plates down on my night stand and got into bed next to me. She was wearing a black satin nightie. Usually she would have a robe on over it, but not this morning. We talked for a while and watched TV as we ate. It felt good to have her warm body next to mine. Familiar memories flooded me, and I wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close to me. When we finished eating, she got really quiet and then asked me to turn off the TV.

"John, this was really nice. sharing time with you again. I guess I have to savor these moments, if you are moving out, and leaving me all alone. I always knew you would move out some day... but not 2,500 miles away! We'll never see each other," she said as she began to cry softly. This was insane. I thought my mom hated me, despised me. She was acting like the woman I loved again instead of the evil, bitch I had been living with since Christmas. This was MY Susan, my sexy, tender, lover. I was very confused. Before I could formulate a response she spoke again. "John, I'm a little emotional right now. Would it be ok if I snuggled up against you for a little while. I think I need to be held."

"Um ok, sure mom."

She wiggled and snuggled her ass against my crotch until it got good and hard. When she felt it poking her, she gave a contented sigh, I had my arms around her waist at first but slowly they crept up to her tits and cupped them and squeezed them lightly. My fingers played with her nipples, lazily tracing circles until she fell asleep. My cock was throbbing, pulsing hard as it nestled against my mom's silk covered ass. I could not help squeezing her juicy bottom a little. I pulled my dick out of my briefs and used her nightie as a condom. I wedged the material deep in her perfect little crack. Then slowly, as she slept, I slipped my dick inside the ass I loved so much. It was not rape cuz she did not say no, and I was not actually touching her skin. I did pull the straps off her shoulder so I could feel her breasts better. When my hands were full I began humping my Susan's ass hard. I could feel her clamping down on my dick. The nightie prevented me from getting in very deep but it was enough. The feel of silk on my cock, combined with the friction and warmth of her unbelievable ass, was forcing me to a major explosion. I tried to hold it off but it had been two years since I had felt my dick in her ass, in anyone's ass and I slowly lost it. I shot blast after sticky wet, spunk blast up her ass, on her night gown. I left my cock inside of my mother. My hands were still wrapped protectively around her tits as I closed my eyes. I must have drifted off for awhile cuz I awoke to the sounds of my mom mumbling in her sleep. I was about to wake her up when I caught the words she was saying.

And my life changed forever. Again.

"No, I can't fuck him, he's my son! It is wrong. Only you Ron, I can only love you. Oh god, he's leaving me too. I'll be all alone now. He hates me, he hates me... and I love him. I need him, he can't leave me... " her voice trailed off into a mumble.

But I had heard enough. She loves me. Somehow after all that had happened - she loves me. And I love her.

I pulled my dick out of her ass and wiped the sperm load up as best I could, smearing it on her tits and in her hair. For some reason I wanted to leave my mark on her, to brand her as my woman. I began sucking, slurping, nibbling on the back of her neck hard, until I was sure I would leave a nice hickey. Just a private little inside joke between us, nobody else would ever know. In fact, chances were she would not know either. (When was the last time you saw the back of YOUR neck?) I then kissed her softly and spooned her tight against me, and went back to sleep.

Christmas was almost here and my relationship with my mom had improved dramatically. She had not forced me to lick her or raped my ass since our breakfast together. We spent quality time with each other again. Twice I came home from school and found her sleeping in my bed, wearing one of my football jerseys (and as far as I can tell nothing else). My mom was making a conscious effort to be my best friend again, and believe me I appreciated it. If I had to I could settle for that. But I was expecting her to admit her love for me, to finally surrender to me as a lover. She would not, perhaps could not do it. Friendship, and familial love are important, nice even... but the thing is she is more than just a friend, or a mom to me. I have (according to her) raped her, fucked her ass, cum in her mouth, licked her sweet pussy, tasted her juices, fondled her tits, and been brutally raped by her. I don't know how to explain it, other than to say we should both hate each other. We should be terrified to be in the same room together.

Somehow though we are still in love. I know if it was any other woman I would hate her, I would be afraid of her. But it is my mom, we are family. Deep down, I know that she gave me life. There is a tremendous capacity for forgiveness between a mother and son. Think about it, what could you do that would make YOUR mom hate you forever? There are convicts on death row. Vicious, baby killing rapists, who the whole world hates. Priests, teachers, ex friends and lovers despise them - but one person is there, visiting when she can. One person will beg the jury not to kill him, to sentence him to life instead: MOM. I came to realize that I really had raped my mother 2 years ago (although I did not think so at the time). That must have really hurt her feelings. She had tried to forgive me but when she learned that I was "Jaz", that I had written about her humiliation, well I guess she just snapped. When she raped me last year it was part revenge, sure. It was also part discipline. She taught me that as big and strong as I am, I could still be drugged, butt-fucked, humiliated and blackmailed. My tears and pleas for help could be ignored too. I could be hurt just as bad as I hurt my mom. In a weird way it made me a better person, a better man. I know that my actions do have consequences. I have seen both sides of the coin: Rapist and Rape victim. The lesson was learned, our slate was clean.

The story could have ended there. I should have let it go right there. The thing is, I still loved her. I had to take a chance, to tell her how I felt, to show her that I wanted her. My mother had a mental block. She simply could not accept that she was in love with me, that she wanted me. I would need to shock some sense into her, to force her to accept the truth. It seems I would have no choice but to rape her one last time to get her attention, to earn the right to love her. Considering our recent family tradition, I decided to do her on Christmas day. I also would continue the practice of sending the story to OnlineStories, Mr. Double and Kristen (Duh Jaz, they are reading it right now). It seemed only right, since you had all been there at the beginning, to let you know how our story ends. I also wanted my mom to know exactly why I had raped her again. It was not out of greedy lust like the first time. It was not because of revenge, like when she raped me. No I was raping her sweet pussy because I loved her, and needed her to love me too.

We spent Christmas Eve together. It was snowing so I dared her to come outside and have a snowball fight with me. My mom has a hard time not accepting a dare. Soon we were flinging white balls of icy destruction at each other, laughing and having a blast. Then she crossed the line and shoved a ball down my shirt. Her eyes got big and she tried to run away. She did not get far.

I tackled her on our front lawn.

"John, John I am sorry, I did not mean to do it, but you look so cute," she giggled madly in anticipation of my reprisal. I straddled her waist and opened her coat, then I pulled her sweater up to her neck exposing her fat, beautiful tits.

"Oh god no, John what are you doing, let me up this instant. People can see us," she hissed in despair. I grabbed two handfuls of snow and packed it around each of her breasts.

"You are going to stay right here until it melts. Naughty little girls like you have to be punished," I said as I stretched her arms above her head. I then began tickling her mercilessly. Susan was laughing, crying, struggling desperately to throw me off. She kept thrusting her hips into me and of course I got hard. It was not long before it became clear that she was fucking herself off. Our crotches were grinding into each other. "Here, let me get some of this snow off you, I don't want you to get frostbite," I said as I squeezed and flicked her breasts and nipples while slowly removing the snow, and mashing my hard cock into her.

I felt Susan buck hard against me and let out a low groan. Her face blushed and I knew she had cum, about 3 seconds later, I joined her.

I helped mom up and pulled her sweater down. I then gave her a tight hug and said, "I love you Susan."

She did not say a word but smiled briefly and went back inside. We decided to eat out, it just doesn't make sense to cook a huge meal for two people. Mom let me pick the restaurant. She should have known better. She came downstairs wearing a shimmering black evening dress, and high heeled shoes that made her 6" tall. How can any woman look so breathtakingly beautiful. I must have had a pretty dorky look on my face cuz she gave this dainty little giggle and said, "Do you like it?" I reached down lifted her under her arms and raised her to my face.

"I love you mom, you are incredibly sexy, and any man would be honored to be your date. I'm glad you chose me," I said and then kissed her softly on each cheek before licking her lips once and setting her back down.

I was a little disappointed she was not wearing the necklace I had given her. I guess the inscription still made her a little uncomfortable. I escorted Susan to the car and we went to the Paladin Club.

The Paladin Club is the most exclusive nightclub in town. It has a killer Jazz band, and 5 star French/Italian cuisine. My mom and I have been there twice before. The first time was the Christmas Eve that I raped her. The second time was a few months later on Valentine's day. There is no way she could miss the symbolism. To me the Paladin Club is a place where my mom has always been forced to deal with me as an adult, as a man, as something other than her son. It is special, it is OUR place.

"Oh John, no. Why did you bring us here, TONIGHT, of all nights! I can't eat with you here."

"Mom calm down, it is a classy restaurant, that we both enjoy. I just want to have a pleasant meal with you, maybe dance a little, is that so wrong? We've been through a lot in the past two years but this place still has good memories for me. If you can't handle it, if it is too much for you... "

"No, I guess I am just being silly. Let's go inside and have fun. Lord knows when or IF we will ever do this again. "

It was perfect. Mom and I both decided not to drink. I wanted her sober tonight, no excuses, from either one of us. I had chicken alfredo in a mushroom cream sauce. Susan had roasted garlic shrimp with a petit N.Y. strip steak. I asked her to dance before and after our meal. It was so romantic. We fit snugly against each other. No groping or grabbing, just a tender, lover's embrace. I enjoyed having her breasts press into me, having her head rest on my shoulder. Susan was snug and secure in my arms where she belonged. This was my woman, and I was taking her home to fuck her, to make love to her.

We were both quiet all the way home, enjoying each other's company and our private thoughts, and fantasies. I would finally fuck my mother's warm, wet pussy. My father had died 4 years ago, and while I had made love to her ass, cum in her mouth, fondled her tits and licked her slit - no man had been allowed to fuck her sweet Pussy. My father was her first, last, and only cuntmaster.

That changed tonight.

"John, thank you. I had a wonderful time. I was afraid we would never be able to trust each other like this again, after all that has happened. I'm tired. Do you mind if we open our presents in the morning?"

"No mom, I'll see you in the morning, goodnight."

At 12:01 Christmas morning I knocked on my mother's door, wearing only a pair of boxers.

"Come in." "Mom, I can't sleep; would you mind if I get in bed with you?

She was wearing a baby doll semi-see through nightie, and was embarrassed to let me in bed with her. However she remembered how I had let her sleep with me when she needed to.

"Sure John, it's a big bed," she said in an uncertain tone.

"Mom, would you mind if I snuggle a little with you. I just feel kind of sad tonight, I need you close to me," I said; without waiting for an answer I pulled her tight against me.

I kept grinding my crotch into her ass trying to get comfortable. My hands crept up to her breasts and began playing with them, lazily at first.

"John... JOHN what are you doing? Stop that and go to sleep." But I could not stop. I pulled her nightie up and wet my finger. I then stuck it into her slightly moist pussy.

"John, listen to me; stop right now. This has to stop. You are my son, and we can't do this. Please John, don't do this to me." I did stop then and sat up next to her. I pulled her into my lap and cupped her breasts in my hands while licking her ear.

"Susan honey, we need to talk, we need to finish this. I told you a long time ago that I love you, that I need you. I want to possess you utterly. I want you to give me your body, to make love to me. I have a tape mom. A tape of you raping me. I could blackmail you, send you to jail. But that does not get me what I want. I don't just want you on Christmas, I don't want stolen kisses, or the occasional snuggle. I want you to want me. To be hot and wild and passionate, and completely in love with me. I want to have the right to grab you and fuck you anytime I want, just like dad did. I want to wake up to find you sucking on my cock just because you feel like it. Mom can you honestly say you don't want that too? Can you honestly say that you can bear to have me walk out of your life forever? Because that is what I would have to do. You are the woman I love, the only woman I have ever made love to. If I can't have you, I will have to go. If I am near you, I have to fuck you. It is as simple as that," I said as I wrote my name on her breasts with my finger.

She was crying now, and I could smell her juices beginning to boil and drip out her pussy. She laid back against my chest and I wrapped her in my arms.

"I don't want to lose you. I, I know that you are more than just a son to me. I am so scared though. Wanting you this way is wrong. I am your mother. I should not let you play with my tits, I should not want you to lick my pussy, or need you to fuck my ass but for some sick reason I do. I know I can't allow you to fuck me, I can't let you put that big slab of cock-meat inside me. If I do that, there is no turning back, you will own me. I will become addicted to your dick. Oh god, what am I going to do. I love you John, but it is still wrong!"

We laid that way for a long time, just holding on to each other. My hard on was peeking up between her thighs. Finally I came up with a solution.

"Mom, I understand that our relationship is not normal, but it is not WRONG either. Making love to you could never be wrong. I love you and I want to show you how much. Susan, it's Christmas. Let me have you this one time. Make love to me, be greedy, teach me how to please you. Make me fuck you right. We owe it to ourselves to try it at least once. You are All I want for Christmas, all I have ever wanted." Susan was quiet for a few seconds and then she slowly nodded her head. Her hands were trembling as she smiled up at me and said yes. I was so happy, that I crushed her against me and said over and over, "I love you baby, I am going to be so good to you, I love you mom," while kissing and hugging her.

Our kisses slowly began to deepen, she was on top of me straddling my waist. Her breasts were brushing against my chest and my cock was laying against her ass. I was licking her lips, sucking on them when her pretty, pink little tongue flicked out to meet mine. I sucked her into my mouth and we both let out a little sigh of happiness. Susan began crawling down my stomach, stopping briefly to lick my belly button clean. Then she began playing with my cock, rubbing it against her face, eyes, nose, sniffing and then licking and sucking it into her mouth. It was amazing to watch. My mother was overcome by a wave of pure dick-lust as she began to swallow my cock. I don't know how big my dad's cock was, but he must have been my size or bigger, cuz my mom swallowed my fat 8 incher like an old pro. She kept looking me right in the eye, with this wicked little grin on her face, daring me to fuck her properly. I did. I began to ram it down her throat, we established a good rhythm. She breathed through her nose and every 20 seconds or so I would pull out and let her lick and massage my knob (and breathe), before plunging back in.

"Cum on my face baby, cum all over your mother's face," she said between slurps, and squeezes and soft, slow, sucks.

I could not help it, she was sucking the sperm right out of me. I grabbed Susan's head and pulled it tight against my crotch. I held her in place as I powerfucked her throat. Precum was bubbling out of me and I could hear it gurgling in her mouth. My balls were twitching and jerking hard now and I felt the sperm swimming their way to the head of my cock. "You want my sperm mom, you want some stinky-sticky? Take it you beautiful little slut, take your son's cum!" I bellowed as I shot the first load down her throat. I remembered that she wanted some on her face too; so I pulled out and pressed my spurting cock against her nostril and shot it up her nose. I had one or two dribbles left so I placed my cock on each of her eyelids and let er rip. Mom was a little surprised... but she did not complain. I don't know if I can explain how sexy my mom looked. My cum was in her belly, a little drop was hanging from the corner of her mouth. Her nose was dripping my cum, and her eyes were crusting over with it. (Guys try it with your girlfriend tonight, it is fucking amazing!)

I wanted to rest for a few minutes, but I could not. My mom was obviously very horny and it would not have been polite to leave her hanging. We switched positions and I settled in for a long, slow lick. I may not have a lot of experience in some aspects of sex. Technically I am still a virgin, I guess, since mom has never let me fuck her pussy. But I do know how to suck her good. For several months she forced me to pleasure her pussy under threat of anal rape and blackmail. Trust me, it is an excellent motivational tool! I have licked my mom to dozens of multiple orgasms.

I started slow, spending time at each of her breasts. I love the way they feel in my hands, so warm and full. Her skin tastes so fucking sweet. I licked and nibbled on her nipple-meat for a long time. Her cute little whimpers and squirming made me chuckle. I moved down to her belly button and decided to teach her a lesson for doing this to me earlier.

My mother is very ticklish. If you go too fast, too soon, it is just annoying. If you go too slow it has no affect. But if you can time it right, make adjustments as you go... the belly button can be an extremely sensitive, sensual zone. I enjoy licking around the outside, slowly sucking the nub of her outie. The feel of her flat little belly clenching up, tensing up as I explored her. I could smell her juicing up, her pussy scent was filling the bed. Suddenly she began to shake a little, and her hands grabbed my arms, as she grunted loudly, and she came. I had not even reached her pussy yet! That had never happened before. It wasn't the largest, or longest orgasm I had ever given her but it caught us both by surprise. I wanted to see if I could trigger multiple, non vaginal orgasms.

"Mom roll over, I want to play with your ass for awhile," I ordered her in a deceptively calm voice.

"John, be careful. You have to go slowly back there, or you will hurt me," she said as she reluctantly obeyed me.

It had been so long since I had been allowed to worship her ass properly. I pulled her meaty cheeks apart and held them open, just staring. I felt my mouth begin to water at the sight. I needed a taste so bad. I started licking up and down the length of her ass. when it was good and wet I blew a cold blast of air in her juicy little buns. She squealed like a little girl on Christmas morning (hmm come to think of it... ). I was really munching on her butt now, nibbling and sucking on the inside of each cheek. Finally I could stand it no longer and my tongue circled the rim of her anus. I spread her as wide as I could and sunk my tongue inside of her asshole. I was tickling her insides, filling them with drool and sweat. It was time.

"Are you ready baby, can I put it inside of you now?"

Mom sighed, and said, "You are so much like your father. He always loved my ass. Go ahead John, enjoy yourself."

Mom stuck that sweet ass high in the air, and reached back to hold it open for me. That was all the invitation I needed. I pressed my cock against my favorite hole. "Oh god, John you have gotten a lot bigger since last time. Slow down, or you'll rip me apart. That's it, ease it in. Oh god you are filling me up, my little ass is full of your diCK, your priCK, your coCK. FuCK, FuCK, FuCK me John. Do it, do it now!" she shrieked as I began to pick up the pace.

Soon I was fucking her in earnest, slamming her asshole, pulling her hips hard against me, as I rammed into my mom. I did not want to hurt her but she was so tight, so deliciously tight. It had been a long time for her. Two years since I had last done it and well over 4 years since she had received regular fucking from my dad. She was ripe, and sweet and ready. I reached around her front and dipped a finger in her juicy, wet slit before finding her clit stub. As soon as I touched it she went off, rocking herself back, brutally impaling her ass on my beefy cock. "That's it, that's fucking it! Right there, fuck my ass you little mommy fucker, FUCK IT!" she roared, as she shook that incredible ass of hers wildly, and came with abandon, dripping and oozing thick fuck fluid on my thighs. I cupped her cunt and caught as much of it as I could, rubbing her cunt, and clit, coaxing her to another orgasm. I took my handful of mommy juice and smeared it on my face, licking every drop of her essence.

By now I was rock hard and ready to cum myself - but I was afraid to. Generally I can cum 3 times in a day. I had cum once outside in the snow, when I played with her tits on our front lawn. The second time was when she sucked my cock a few minutes ago. If I let loose now, I might not have enough mojo left to fuck her tender little pussy. I know guys in these kind of stories can usually fuck 3, 4, 5 times in rapid succession, but sorry, I can't. This is not fantasy, it's reality. It would be really embarrassing if mom offers that fresh, practically virgin pussy to me, and I have to pass! So I concentrated on pleasing her, on bringing her back to full arousal; while I calmed down. I rolled us over so she was on top, and began tenderly kissing my sweet Susan. My hands massaged her back and ass, as my dick bounced around with a life of it's own just outside her vagina. If you have never had a naked penthouse centerfold in your arms you don't know what you have been missing.

It was time.

"Mom, can I fuck you now, can your son fuck you sweet pussy please? Oh god, I need you so bad. Give it to me, give me everything, be my woman forever. I love you mom, and I want it all," I said as I traced her pussy lips with my index finger.

"Ok, ok, I think we have to, I need it too. Go ahead and fuck me, pound it into me... only John you have to pull out. Don't cum inside of me, I'll suck your load, or you can cum on my tits. Neither one of us wants me to get pregnant, right? So remember, you have to pull out."

I could have let that go, she was giving me almost everything I wanted. I finally had permission to suck her tits, cum in her ass, and fuck her pussy. What more could any son want? Here is the thing though. A man in an intimate, loving relationship is allowed to cum in his woman's cunt. For my mother to say that I could not was an indication that she still was holding something back from me.

That was unacceptable.

"Mom, I AM going to cum inside of you. I MAY even make you pregnant. That's just a risk we will have to take. I promise that I will be there for you, and we will decide together what to do if it happens. I love you Susan, and you belong to me. I WILL fuck you and I will CUM deep inside your sweet pussy. Now give me a kiss and then stuff my cock in your cunt, and get ready to be fucked. "

Susan did not move for a long time. She seemed to be stunned by the idea of complete and total consensual sex with her son. This would be the end of her marriage vows. My dad's death had not broken her commitment to him, only my cock entering her willing pussy could do that. Slowly she laid on her back and spread her legs wide for me. She guided my cock to the entrance of her vagina eased me into her sopping wet, hole. The first time I thrust forward, I got half my cock inside. She let out a little gasp of pain, so I stopped and let her get used to it. Suddenly she took a deep breath, thrust her pelvis up and the rest of my cock slid home. I did not move at first. It was so warm at my mother's center, I felt like she was burning up with fever. Sweat was glistening on her skin, I reached down and grabbed one of her jutting breasts and began to weigh it, cup it, roll it in my hands. I started kissing her wildly as I began to establish a slow rhythm inside of her. In, out, pause, thrust, slam. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat... It was pure, plain old missionary fucking and it was damn good. I felt my cum begin to travel, to burn its way up my shaft. I did not even try to stop it.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your cunt Susan, I'm fucking your sweet Pussy. I own it, and I will fuck you forever. Do, ugh, you mmm, like this cock,? Argggh! Making a baby with my baby, making a baby in my mommy! Take it, take it all!" I screamed as I flooded Susan's pussy with my hot, sticky sperm.

I was about half way through when I felt her clamping down on me, panting and groaning in despair, in exhilaration, in sheer and utter exultation. Finally we were both sweaty and wet, and spent. Susan rested for a few minutes, and then was going to the bathroom to clean up a little, but I would not let her. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my dick tight against her bottom.

"Time enough for clean up later. I love you, and I want you to baste in our juices. Besides what's the point in cleaning up when I am going to fuck you dirty again as soon as I rest up a little," I laughed as I hugged my mother tight, held her close and declared my love to her.

She was quiet for a time and then she kissed me deeply, and said, "I love you too, John. I belong to you now. I admit it, I have to. I am still your mother, I will always be your friend, but I am your lover now. One day I know you will want someone else, someone younger, shh, listen to me. It will happen one day, and that is ok, but for now we have each other. Until that day I am your wife, and I will never take this off," she said as she reached into her night stand and pulled out the gold and emerald necklace I had given her 2 years ago, and fastened it around her neck.

The inscription said: "Susan, I love you. You are mine forever, body and soul, John. "

Well that is our story. It is 9:30pm Christmas Night and I am getting ready to ask Varod to do a final proof before posting it to OnlineStories. I'll probably copy Mr. Double, Literotica, Soren and Kristen's sites as well as well. Obviously our story is not really over. I don't know how it will turn out. I just know I love a woman who happens to be my mother. We have caused each other a lot of pain in the past. I am looking forward to giving her some pleasure for a change. She deserves it.

And so do I.


Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9852032)

OF YOUR MOM!!!!!!!

Christ... (0)

jb.hl.com (782137) | more than 9 years ago | (#9852299)

Lets see some modded up comments already!

Not one comment above 3? Are the mods fucking ASLEEP?!

Re:Christ... (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9852333)

No, they're not asleep. It's just this thread is complete shit. This thread contains more shit than CowboyNeals sphincter.

Re:Christ... (1)

jb.hl.com (782137) | more than 9 years ago | (#9852494)

That's true, half the posts are talking about gay niggers.

Re:Heh... (1)

ScytheBlade1 (772156) | more than 9 years ago | (#9852407)

To be completly ignorant of timezones, and other coutries (and timezones) than mine...

on Saturday July 31, @06:48AM

Yeah, looks like they're asleep indeed.

OSCON comic (1)

Snaggy (140728) | more than 9 years ago | (#9853038)

Our JoT of the event, featuring the Dyson Geekosphere, Microsoft Free Lunch Survival Kit, and the SCO-doo Dolls. enJoy! [joyoftech.com]

Brewster Kahle (1)

zbik (194004) | more than 9 years ago | (#9853601)

Although there were many great hackers at OSCON this year, I was personally most inspired by Brewster Kahle, the man behind the Internet Archive [archive.org] repository of public domain media content. He pointed out that there's no use in blaming The Corporations for trying to get as rich as possible; it's the job of society and government to channel that greed with an appropriate legal regime (e.g. copyright reform). There was a good parallel with the destructive railroad monopolies of the 19th century, finally curbed by the Sherman Act. He also praised the VLC [videolan.org] media player and called for an open-source SMIL-based "video browser"; perhaps something like AMBULANT [www.cwi.nl] .

Some Portland kids called Feel(This)Films [feelthisfilms.com] followed me around a bit and are hoping to release a short under a Creative Commons license; feel free to contact them if you have anything from the con to contribute.

SCO Moot Court Facts/MP3 (1)

CurtisLeeFulton (134370) | more than 9 years ago | (#9854128)

The SCO "stand in" (as NewsForge calls him) was Jonathan Zittrain, from Harvard Law School. Zittrain debated Mark Radcliffe (representing IBM), who is an IP attorney for the Gray Cary law firm. Radcliffe is currently helping Sun open source Solaris.

You can download a recording of the entire SCO debate here [neurocrat.com] .

Re:SCO Moot Court Facts/MP3 (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9854321)

Hmm, I had wondered whether Mark Radcliffe [bbc.co.uk] was going to settle in at Radio 2 after Radio 1 [bbc.co.uk] axed his afternoon show - seems not. Does this mean Lard has found a job at Novell?

FOSS in remake of King Kong - yuck (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 9 years ago | (#9854281)

Don't mind that they are using FOSS in the movie business.
But to remake King Kong!? Spare me the indignity of it all.

Might as well remake Gone With the Wind.

10 hours later (1)

geekoid (135745) | more than 9 years ago | (#9854335)

and still only 36 comments. Apparently, anybody who cares, was there.

WTF? (1)

scatterbrained (144748) | more than 10 years ago | (#9855988)

What is O'Reilly up to having a conference
about capacitors?

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