"I'd really like to give you something extra special for your 18th
birthday," said Mom, as we stood in the kitchen in the early evening, "but
I don't know what."
Well, I could think of something extra special that I would like to have
my mother give me, but I wasn't foolish enough to say it. For years, ever
since I had begun to have the slightest inkling of what sex was, I had had
a tremendous craving for Mom's big luscious body. Thousands of times I had
fucked her and licked her and fondled and kissed every part of her anatomy
in my fantasies, spilling gallons of cum through ardent masturbation.
Now I won't lie to you--Mom was not the kind of woman who would
immediately cause any man's cock to give a jump. Her hair had begun to
turn gray prematurely, and now at 45 she was quite gray haired. Her skin,
however, was still quite smooth, and her complexion was a creamy peach.
She had big brown eyes that I loved to look into. She was rather tall,
about 5 foot 7, and she was definitely on the plump side. She did not have
sensational tits or trim ankles or a sexily outthrust derriere. She did
certainly have adequate breasts, and her ass was pleasingly broad, and her
legs were shapely, even if they were generously full, especially in the
thighs. She wore rather short house dresses, in the mode of the day, and
tended to be rather careless in the way she sat. She always crossed her
legs, and her skirt would ride up, giving an exciting view of her thighs
and ass. She was well-proportioned in a large, comfortable way, though
with a bit of a belly. But to me--ah, to me, she was the ultimate object of beauty and desire.
"Eighteen is such a special birthday. You should have something that you
really want a lot," Mom continued.
"Well, Mom, what I really want a lot is a big hug and kiss from my favorite Mom."
Mom laughed. "Oh, you can have that anytime," she said.
"Yes, but now that I will become a man, I want a real adult kiss. You
know, not just a mommy kiss, but a woman kiss."
"Well, most mommies do tend to be women," Mom said playfully.
"Yes, and my Mommy is a woman I would sure love to get a real woman kiss
from. You know what I mean."
"Hmm. I'm not too sure about that idea."
"Well, OK, but I thought you said you wanted to give me something I
really wanted a lot. I guess you didn't actually mean it."
"Now wait a minute!" Mom protested. "Of course I meant it. Uh--you are
just joking, aren't you--about the kiss, I mean."
"No, Mom, I definitely am not joking. What I would really like most is a
big honest-to-goodness adult kiss from my beautiful mother." Of course,
that was only the minimum sexual favor that I really wanted from my
beautiful mother, but--hey, you gotta start somewhere.
Mom sort of giggled in an embarrassed way. "Aw, come on, honey. Stop teasing."
"I'm not teasing, Mom, but I see that you really don't care enough to go
that far, so just forget it. Get me some socks and underwear or something,
something that just costs money."
"Honey, you are really being hard on me. Really I do want to make this
birthday special." She touched my cheek. "Now do you honestly mean all
this stuff about an adult kiss?"
"All this stuff! Mom, I consider a real kiss from my Mom as more than just stuff!"
She laughed again, obviously at a loss where to go from here. We did kid
around a lot, and I knew that she still wasn't sure whether I was serious.
"Look, Mom," I said, taking her hand, "I'm just coming into manhood. In
another few weeks I'll be out of high school, and God knows where I'll be
in a couple more years. Is it asking too much to want just one real
heartfelt kiss from the woman who has always meant more to me than anyone else in the world?"
Mom turned serious and looked at me tenderly. "And that's what you really
want? Honestly?" "I couldn't be more sincere, Mom. That's what I want."
Mom's embarrassment returned. "Well, when did you want this--uh--gift?"
(My birthday was less than a week away.)
I smiled at Mom. "Well, we could practice up a little bit right now--just
so you'll know exactly how I want it, you know."
"Oho!" Mom laughed, blushing prettily. 'I think maybe you're trying to
get more than just one."
"Aw, Mom, I wouldn't pull a trick like that. It's just that I haven't had
any experience myself in this way, and probably it will take you a while
to get used to the idea of kissing me in an adult way. You do want to do
it just the way I really want it, don't you?"
Mom laughed again. She was being a really good sport about the whole
thing. I didn't know whether anything at all would come of this, but I was
having fun talking to her in this surprising new way. "Pretty slick," Mom
said, "but I guess I let myself in for it." She looked at me for a moment
and then said, "All right, big boy. Let's do it."
She stepped up close to me and I wrapped my arms around her. She put her
warm, soft arms around my neck. She lifted her face to me and closed her
eyes as I brought my lips down to meet hers. The kiss was warm and sweet,
but Mom kept her lips tightly closed and a little stiff.
"Well, how was that?" She started to step back, but I held her close.
"It was really sweet, Mom, but I think it was still more of a mommy kiss.
I think that you could do a lot better if you just relaxed and made it
softer and longer. Could we try another one?"
"How did I get myself into this?" Mom muttered. Then she sort of shrugged
as if to say "Oh well, what the hell?" and raised her mouth to mine again.
This time Mom's lips were much softer and more relaxed, slightly parted.
Her warm, soft body was pressed tightly against mine, and my cock, which
had been rising for some time, pushed against her lower belly. God, she
must feel it! I certainly felt the swell of her tits against my chest.
This time the kiss went on and on. Mom seemed to be determined to prove
that she was really trying and wanted to make me break the kiss before she
would. Well, I wasn't about to break it! My heart was pounding, and my
head felt feverish with excitement and pleasure. I had kissed a few girls,
but God! those kisses were nothing like this!
Finally Mom pulled back slowly, almost reluctantly, it seemed to me. She
was breathing hard, as was I. "Whew! Now that had to be adult enough for
you, wasn't it?" "Oh God, yes, Mom! One more should really do it."
I pulled her back tight against me, though she struggled feebly and
protested laughingly, moving her head around to keep me from consummating
the kiss. "No fair! Cheat! Cheat!" she cried, but she was laughing gaily
as she said it. Then she relaxed again, pushed her delectable body against
mine once more, and replaced her soft arms around my neck."Oh all right,
greedy Gus." And she gave me another nice soft kiss. She pulled away
sooner this time, however, but it seemed that she didn't really want to.
She was blushing and laughing in an embarrassed way.
Later that evening I caught her alone in the kitchen, grabbed her a bit
roughly and planted another big kiss on her mouth. She struggled a bit at
first, but then relaxed and kissed me back with soft, parted lips. She
wouldn't prolong it as long as I wanted to, but she looked at me tenderly
and said, "Good night, lover boy."
The next afternoon as I came in from school I approached her more
politely. "Just one more practice kiss?" I asked.
"I'm not sure I can trust you when you say 'just one,'" Mom said,
smiling, but she came into my arms for a nice soft kiss that lasted a long
time. The feel of her warm arms around my neck, her tits against my chest,
and her belly against my hard cock was overwhelming.
Finally Mom pulled her head back, but kept her arms around my neck.
"These kisses are getting pretty serious," she said.
"Serious? I think they're a lot of fun. Don't you?"
Mom looked at me for a long moment, then answered, "Yes, honey, they are
a lot of fun. I haven't been kissed like this since my honeymoon." Then
she put her lips back on mine.
This kiss actually turned into a series of kisses, getting softer and
wetter and more passionate as we progressed. I think that it must have
been a full five minutes that we smooched and nuzzled in a very warm,
loving way, in a very very adult-style indeed, really real woman kisses. I
began to be afraid that my engorged cock was going to go off in my pants.
God! How could she not feel it so hard against her and actually twitching
and throbbing? I was in sheer heaven except for that one fear. I don't
know what I would have done if I had orgasmed. But then I noticed that Mom
was sort of trembling too now and almost panting.
Finally Mom pushed me very decisively back. "I think that's enough
practice for one day," she said. "We don't want to wear out our lips
before your birthday even gets here."
"Thanks a lot, Mom. I don't know if I can wait until then for some more, though."
Mom just laughed in that embarrassed way and began to start preparations
for supper. Soon the rest of the family was around, and there was no more
chance for play that evening.
The next day I came in at about the same time and found Mom working alone
in the kitchen. I came up behind her and put my arms around her waist, my
hips against her big broad ass. I began kissing her neck and cheek. She
sort of giggled and shook her head. "Here's that wild kisser again!" she exclaimed.
She kept working as I continued to hold her, stealing a kiss on the cheek
or neck from time to time. She didn't try to stop me at all. Again my
telltale cock was standing at fervent attention, now poking into her ass
crack. Finally I started nibbling on one of her ears. "Ooh! That tickles!"
Mom cried. She turned in my arms and put her arms around my neck. She
lifted her lips willingly to mine. " I guess you need more practice," she murmured.
And practice we did, very warmly, very lovingly for several minutes. Then
we heard someone else coming and had to break apart hurriedly. I quickly
sat down to hide my erection from my sister, who entered the room. The
rest of the evening was too busy again for any further contact. My father,
younger sister and younger brother were too much in evidence.
The next day offered no real opportunities at all except for a quick kiss
good-bye and hello. Feeling very frustrated and horny, I hung around
hoping that somehow we would get a little time alone. At first I thought
that Mom was completely oblivious to my desires, but once she looked at me
with a sort of amused expression and winked. I knew then that she
commiserated with me at least, and I hoped that she felt a bit of longing herself.
The next evening the rest of the family all went to bed at the regular
time and Mom stayed up reading a book that she said she wanted to finish.
I always stayed up later than anyone else, so this gave me a golden opportunity.
After I was sure that the others were all settled down for the night, I
approached Mom where she was sitting on the end of the sofa. I sat down on
the arm, twisted around to face Mom, and leaned forward to kiss her. This
time we didn't say a word. Mom leaned her head against the back of the
sofa and let me go ahead with the kisses. She had her eyes closed, but
looking down, I could see, down inside her blouse, the tops of her nice
soft breasts. I put my arm down around her, brushing across one tit as I
did so. Mom jumped a bit at this, but we continued to kiss warmly.
As the necking continued, getting more and more fervent, I wound up
practically sitting on her lap. Our mouths were opened farther and
farther. Finally I actually felt Mom's tongue and was quick to respond.
Soon our tongues were happily playing together, and the saliva was flowing
freely. Our mouths and chins were getting very wet. I began feeling a bit
too bold at this point, gradually working a hand closer and closer to
Mom's tit. I thought that she was aware of what I was doing, and maybe she
was, but I made the mistake of acting too soon, deliberately grasping a
generous handful of soft breast.
Mom immediately reacted by shoving me off, struggling to her feet and
saying that she had to get to bed. I stammered an apology, but she ignored
it and headed upstairs, leaving me to curse my unwise impulsiveness and
wondering whether I had screwed up the whole relationship. I didn't sleep
very much that night.
The next day was the day before my birthday, and Mom greeted me warmly in
the morning, even giving me a kiss. This certainly made me feel a lot
better. I tried to apologize again about the night before, but she put her
fingers on my lips and then kissed me lightly again. I went off to school
with a much lighter heart, and even managed to stay awake through all my
classes. That night after supper, however, I was so sleepy that I fell
asleep on the sofa, and when I woke up, everyone else was in bed--except Mom.
Mom was sitting beside the dining room table, where she apparently had
been writing letters. Now she was turned aside from the table and her legs
were crossed, her skirt hiked well up, and one delightful full thigh could
be seen all the way to her ass. I lay there on the sofa gazing through the
double doors at the entrancing sight. Finally I got up and approached Mom.
She smiled at me warmly. "I've been waiting for you to wake up, sleepy head."
I knelt beside her chair and tentatively leaned forward for a kiss. Mom
responded as warmly as ever, and I moved closer as kiss followed kiss. I
was actually leaning against the thigh that she had up across her other
leg. Now I swear that I did not deliberately push her skirt higher, but
our movements as I put my arms around her waist had that effect. There was
an awful lot of bare leg there, very smooth and very soft. The kisses
quickly moved on to the deep variety as on the previous night, and Mom
seemed especially passionate in the way she nibbled at my lips and licked
and traded saliva with me.
Finally we paused for breath, and she laughingly wiped both our mouths
with her handkerchief. She had made no move to pull down her skirt, which
was now at a shockingly risque level. I guess I hadn't learned my lesson
from the night before, because I impulsively bent my head to kiss Mom's
bare knee. She put one hand on the top of my head, but she made no effort
to push me away. Rather it seemed like encouragement. Thrilled to the
core, I began to kiss her thigh, gradually moving higher. The skin was so
delightfully smooth, soft but firm. I moved my right hand down to her
thigh and continued to kiss it. Soon my hand was well up her leg--in fact,
grasping her ass cheek. By this time my mouth was kissing and almost
licking right up to her very high hemline, and in fact pushing that
hemline even higher. I was in heaven! Those thighs had been the source of
many hours of fantasy. I loved the way she showed them off, and I could
have stared forever at the glorious beauty. To kiss them had seemed an
incredible dream. And now.....
"Honey," Mom said softly, taking my face in both hands and lifting it up,
"tomorrow is your birthday, the big day. I think we'd better stop for now.
Somehow I'll see that you get that gift you want so much. But right now it's bedtime."
I reluctantly let her go, just giving her another warm kiss good night. I
went to sleep with the feel of those soft thighs in my head, and I had the
most delightful wet dream I ever had.
At last the big day came. It was Saturday, and of course the whole family
was home. We never made a very big deal about birthdays in my family. We
had a cake for me at lunch time, and I got a couple minor gifts. But I was
a bit depressed, because I couldn't figure out how I would ever get Mom
alone. I needn't have worried.
I found out that Mom had talked Dad into taking the family to a movie
that afternoon. I don't remember what the movie was, but it was a big one
that everyone wanted to see. Actually I had already seen it, and owing to
my status as the oldest boy still at home (I have three older brothers), I
seldom went places with the family anyway. Mom was supposed to go,
however. But at the last minute she told Dad that she didn't really feel
very well, and she thought she had better stay home. She urged him to go
ahead, though, and to take my brother and sister. Then I saw her give Dad
some extra money (Mom usually controlled the finances) and told him to
take the kids out for supper afterward, since she didn't feel up to
cooking a meal.
Mom stood at the window and watched the car disappear. Then she turned to
me and gave me a kiss and said that she would be back down in a little
while. Then she went upstairs. I didn't know what to do. I thought that
Mom had set up the whole thing for us to be alone together, but I wasn't
sure. Maybe she was really feeling bad. On the other hand, maybe she was
expecting me to come upstairs and join her in her bedroom. I thought--God!
I thought all kinds of things. I thought that Mom was actually ready to be
fucked, but what if I guessed wrong? I sure as hell didn't want to lose
what I had gained. I got a Coke and sat down at the kitchen table, trying
to figure out what to do.
I was so wrapped up in my dilemma that I didn't hear her coming, but
suddenly I looked up and there she was. Mom was wearing a knee-length
cotton robe of a fairly thin fabric, the kind that used to be called (for
some reason) a duster. As she passed in front of the window, I thought
that I could see through it enough to tell that there was no other garment
underneath. Then Mom was standing close before me as I still sat stupidly
in the kitchen chair. She bent over and kissed me tenderly, very gently,
and murmured, "Happy birthday, my darling boy. Your gift is all ready for you."
Still sitting, I put my arms around her just below her hips. She stuck
her tongue out and gently and deliberately licked my lips. I responded in
kind. "Mmm, you taste good," Mom murmured softly.
We went on kissing and tonguing. I moved my hands down to caress Mom's
bare knees and then gradually moved them up her bare thighs under the
duster. She made no attempt to stop my progress toward her hips. Instead
the kisses became more insistent. Finally I reached my goal and
discovered, as I had hoped, that she was wearing no panties. I gently
squeezed and caressed her smooth ass cheeks, then gradually worked one
hand around to the front and brushed the crispy hair at her crotch.
Then she was fumbling at the front of her duster, and in a moment it fell
open completely. She took my head and pulled it against her soft, full
breasts. I nuzzled into them, enthralled by the soft, firm smoothness.
Then she directed me to one breast and thrust a hard nipple into my mouth.
Meanwhile my hands were working more vigorously at her ass and pussy. She
spread her legs wider, presenting her mound freely to me. I rubbed the
moist swollen lips of her cunt, then thrust a finger tentatively inside.
Mom pushed her hips forward, forcing my finger farther inside. I began
finger fucking her, as she responded with her belly, humping her pussy
against my hand. More and more frantically she jerked and pushed, bucking
her hips to get more and more friction on her clit. Then she was moaning
and gasping as she came beautifully, murmuring, "Oh God, honey! Oh God!
Oooohhh! Honey, honey, honey!" Her cunt had become very wet and I felt the
vaginal muscles twitching and grasping.
After a few minutes of hard breathing, Mom finally said in a sort of
thick voice, "But I'm supposed to be giving you the gift. Come on, honey.
Take your dear old mother up to your room and fuck her. Isn't that the
gift you really want?"
"You bet that's what I want! That's the greatest gift anyone could
possibly get!" I exclaimed. We hurried up the stairs. I lifted up the tail
of Mom's duster so that I could watch her ass as we went, and she giggled delightedly.
In my room I wasted no time yanking that duster off her body, even
tearing it a little bit, I'm afraid. Then Mom was just as eagerly helping
me to strip off my shirt and pants. "Wait!" she cried when I was all
undressed except for my jockey shorts. "Let me do it." She knelt before me
and slowly pulled the shorts down, watching as they stretched to the limit
to slide over the end of my hard cock. As my inspired rod leaped free, Mom
laughed out loud and cried, "Whee! There it is at last! Ooohh! What a
beauty! Now I can do more than just feel it poking into me when we're
kissing." She laughed delightedly as she took my cock in her hands and
kissed the tip of it, nibbling a bit at the head.
Then she jumped onto my bed and spread her legs wide. "Here I am, honey!"
she cried gaily. "Come and get it while it's hot--and it sure is hot for you, honey!"
Well, I sure didn't need any more invitation than that! But I did stand
there just a moment to let my eyes rejoice at that fantastic sight. There
was my big beautiful Mom, her nice big tits with their dark nipples
standing up hard and long, her full legs with those smooth white thighs
spread far apart, her swelling belly curving into her delectable mound,
covered with an abundance of dark brown hair, through which the swollen
lips of her gaping pussy were peeping, welcoming my cock to come inside.
Then I was upon her. My mother's eager fingers took hold of my cock and
guided it to the hairy portal of her wet love passage. "Come on, honey,"
Mom urged. "Push that beautiful big dick into your Mommy's hungry pussy!
Push it all the way in!"
I slowly pushed, and my cock sank down that slippery way inch by inch
until my balls were right against Mom's ass. Her cunt was amazingly hot
inside. God, it felt good! For a moment I just lay there savoring the
situation. I actually had my dick (as Mom always called it) deep in my own
mother's juicy pussy. The impossible dream of all my adolescent years had
somehow miraculously come true. "Oh God, Mom!" I whispered hoarsely. "I
love you! OH GOD, how I LOVE YOU!" I was just overwhelmed by an enormous
feeling of gratitude and love for this dear, dear woman who was now giving
me the ultimate gift that any mother could give to her son.
"Ooohhh, honey, I love you too! Go ahead and show me how much you love
me! Fuck me, honey! Fuck your Mommy!"
I knew that I wouldn't last long if I just turned loose, but my wet dream
of the night before helped me to hold back a bit. I began to fuck Mom
slowly, pulling way out very slowly, then pushing all the way back in. I
could feel every inch of Mom's sweet love canal as I moved in and out of
her. I put my mouth on hers, and we kissed passionately like the lovers we
had become, not mommy kisses--and yet I never felt more like her son than
then, when I was fucking her for the first time. This was my lover, my
sweetheart, but most of all--my MOM!
Mom moved her hips in exact response to my slow fucking, pulling back as
I pulled out and lifting her cunt to meet me as I shoved my cock in. She
began to make strange noises with her mouth, sort of a humming and
murmuring into my mouth, almost like purring. I found myself replying to
this with repeated sounds of pleasure: "Mmmm!" It just felt so damned good
to be inside this wonderful big woman!
Gradually we began to pick up the tempo and the forcefulness. When I
pushed back in, I would do it a little harder and sort of bore my cock in
harder at the bottom. Mom's hips and ass reciprocated in perfect unison. I
don't know how I held out so long. My cock felt on fire the whole time,
with a tremendous prickly sensation. One of my hands now had a big handful
of her big firm ass, while the other was squeezing on a soft tit. Mom had
both her hands on my ass, sort of guiding my motions.
Finally we both seemed to feel at the same time that it was time for the
stretch drive. I began to thrust into her hard and fast, and Mom's belly
leaped up to meet me. Suddenly she cried out in my ear, "Oh fuck me,
honey! Fuck me hard now! Give it to me, baby! Fuck! Fuck! Oooohh--FUCK!!"
I began to ram into her furiously, slamming her ass down into the bed,
but she bounced right back up for each new thrust, humping her ass for all
she was worth. I was really pounding it to her and she was taking
everything I had and asking for more. The bed was really taking a beating.
There was a "squish--squish" sound as my cock pistoned into her sopping
wet pussy. My balls were slapping against her ass on each plunge. She had
her knees way up, opening herself to the fullest for my big prick.
I felt the heat in my cock build even more, and I knew I was going to
come. "Mom," I panted, "I'm about to come!"
Mom sort of screamed at this and her ass just went crazy, leaping and
bucking like mad. God! I would never have believed that her beautiful big
hips could move that fast! My cock finally just boiled over, and I began
spurting my hot juice into Mom's hot cunt. Mom gave a long, sustained,
muffled scream into my mouth, and suddenly she stiffened up. Her whole big
body, trembling violently, arched up off the bed, lifting us both into
the air. For long moments she hung there shuddering, her pussy muscles
churning and grasping at my emptying cock, as we climaxed gloriously together.
Then she collapsed under me and we both lay there exhausted, panting into
each other's open mouth. Mom was just sprawled out wide open, her legs
totally relaxed in a wide spread, her tits spread out on her chest, her
lips very loosely open under mine. I lay completely on top of her, just as
thoroughly relaxed, my cock, still mostly hard, buried in her overflowing
pussy. I knew that the bed had a growing pool of our cum under Mom's ass.
From time to time a little ripple, sort of an aftershock, would run
through Mom's pussy.
As I slowly came back to my senses, I felt the overwhelming impact of
what we had just done. Never would life be the same again. Never would our
relationship be that sort of kidding friendship that we had enjoyed. No,
something wonderfully new had replaced it. My mother, my own beloved Mom,
had given her body to me, had willingly taken my penis into her vagina,
had fucked me with joyous abandon! My fantasies of such an event had been
great, but to have them come true, true beyond my wildest imagination--ah,
God, what a stupendous miracle!
I began to stroke Mom's big beautiful body again, and she stirred under
me. "Oh, honey!" she finally whispered. "Oh, honey! That was absolutely
the best fuck I ever had in my whole life! Wow! Did I ever come! Oh,
honey, you made your mother feel so--so goddamned good!" She shuddered
again as she said this, and her cunt gripped my cock again. I had never
heard my mother swear before, but I understood. This was something so
totally different from everything in her life before that it just demanded
a stronger means of expression.
"Oh, Mom, thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the most wonderful
thing that could ever happen to me! Oh, Mom, I just can't begin to tell
you how much I love you! I'm just overflowing with love for my wonderful,
Mom laughed happily beneath me, her body shaking. "I noticed that. We
both overflowed all over your bed." Somehow this struck both of us as just
being hilarious, since we were bubbling with happiness anyway. We laughed
uproariously together. Our laughter shook her pussy and my cock, which
began to get harder again. "Ah well, that's OK. We can clean it up and
maybe plan for it next time--and the next time--and the next."
We lay and talked for a while, trying to express our love, and wondering
about how it had developed in this way. "I knew when we kissed that first
time, that you really wanted to fuck me," Mom said. "And when I let those
kisses continue, I knew that I wanted to fuck you. And you know, I don't
feel guilty at all. I love you more than anyone else in the world, more
than the other children, even more than your father, and I really wanted
to show you my love in this way."
"You know, Mom, it's funny in a way, but I love you much more now as a
mother than ever before. Sure, you've got a great body, and if you don't
mind my saying it, you're a tremendous piece of ass, but most of all I
think of you as the most loving mother a guy could have."
We were caressing and kissing as we talked, and soon we found ourselves
back in action again. This time Mom rolled me over and got on top. God,
she was a gorgeous sight as she rose and fell on my cock! She gave me
another magnificent fuck. We got up and ate a snack, then hurried back to
bed for another quick fuck before the family returned.
From that time on, Mom was my constant lover. She created all kinds of
ways for us to have time alone so that we could fuck and suck. And many
times a day we would exchange pats and squeezes and fondles in secret. We
did some pretty daring things at times when we got carried away by our
emotions, but we never got caught.
I stayed in town to go to the local college, got a good job, and
eventually even got married--to a girl who was as like Mom as possible.
Through it all, we kept our love life going strong, until Mom was well
into her 60s. Gradually we ended the physical side of our relationship by
mutual consent, but we were always the closest of lovers until she finally
died. I miss her a lot, but she left me with some wonderful memories.
I have read some of the stories on the Net about sons who humiliate and
degrade their mothers, and they make me very sad. There cannot possibly be
any bond stronger than that between a mother and her son. And if that bond
can develop into a deep sexual love as well, it is far and away the
sweetest and the most exciting kind of love possible. I love my wife very
much, but there is no way that I can feel as deeply about her as I did
about the woman who gave me life, and gave me love, and gave me her
wonderful body so freely and so devotedly. I consider myself to be the
most fortunate of men to have had that greatest love for so many years.