BILLY AND HIS MOM - FORBIDDEN FRIDAYS
By D.O.Mann
(send comments to jaydoo2@aol.com)
*The following is a work of fiction. All characters and event a a product
of the authors imagination, and any resemblance to to actual persons or
events is purely coincidental.*
Billy's cock was hard and ready. She would be here soon. She
would come into his room and close the door behind her, then slip out
of her robe and into his bed to press her naked body against his.
Maybe they would enjoy each others naked bodies for a long while first.
Or maybe she would be in a hurry as she sometimes was, and just slip
beneath the covers to his cock into her mouth right away. Either way,
she would make him cum, with her hands, or her mouth, or maybe both.
It wasn't right to do it -- a mother just shouldn't molest her
teenage son this way. But it was Friday night, and she had been
coming to his room most every Friday night for almost a year.
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Fridays had not always been this way. Fridays had once been
special in a different way. Friday had been the day when Dad came home
from work early and the three of them - Mom, Dad, and Billy -- might go
out to dinner, or a movie, or something else that families did
together. Sometimes they even the piled in the family car and went
somewhere for the whole weekend. What happy times they were. Mom and
Dad loved each other then, and they both loved him. They had been just
one more typical happy family, the three of them, doing typical family
things. All that changed when Dad ran off with his Carol.
Billy had been only 11 years old when he came home one day to
find his mother in tears. His Dad was gone she said, gone away with
the woman who she thought had been her best friend -- the woman Billy
had known as Aunt Carol even though they were not related that way .
Dad would give them money and come by to see Billy, is Mom had told
him, and take him for the weekend some times, but he wasn't going to
be living with them from now on because he didn't love her anymore and
there was nothing she could do about it.
His Mom had taken a long time get over his Dad's leaving.
He left in the middle of winter, and it was well into spring before she
began to have days when Billy didn't come home to find her still in bed
with her eyes red from crying. Even when the crying stopped, he could
tell that she wasn't really over it and was only trying like hell to
pretend she was. Finally, after the divorce became final late that
summer, she had announced confidently that she was going to begin a new
life. Part of that, she said, was to be going out with her girlfriends
on Friday nights. And so she did, dressing her only slightly
chubby but still attractive self up in sexy dresses and heading out
somewhere. She was always all smiles when she left, often giggling
like a schoolgirl as she and her girlfriend talked about how much fun
they were going to have. But when she came home the smiles were gone
and replaced by a quiet sadness. The smell of liquor was on her breath
when she came into his room to kiss him goodnight, holding him close to
her for moment and telling him she loved him before kissing him gently
on the cheek and stumbling off to her bedroom.
Billy had wondered then why his Mom never brought home men with
her as other single Moms did. Even though he was only 11 he knew
enough about sex to know she looked good for a woman of 40, and that
men would be attracted to her. His best friend Chuck had told him that
his mother, who was older and less attractive than Billy's Mom,
regularly came home with men much younger than her and had sex with
them in the next room, seemingly not caring if he heard everything
through the thin walls that separated them. She didn't love `em,
Chuck said, `cause it was a different one every week. But Billy's Mom
never did that kind of thing. Perhaps she was classier than the other
divorced Moms, or maybe she just didn't care about men or sex anymore.
Either way, Billy had thought it a bit strange, not for a moment
suspecting how strange things would actually become.
It had started just a few weeks after Billy's 12th birthday. His
Mom started seeming a little less sad, if perhaps a little drunker
after her Friday nights out, and being a little more cuddly with when
came into his room for the usual goodnight kiss. And the time she
spent holding him before staggering away to her own bed became longer.
After a while all she starting saying things to him -- strange things,
like how he was soon to become a man, with a man's wants and a man's
needs. Then one night the goodnight kiss she gave him was more than
just a goodnight kiss -- for she had kissed him hard on the mouth so
that he felt her tongue against his lips, before she abruptly rose from
his bed and hurried off, as if she suddenly needed to be away from him.
Billy had heard her crying again in the next room that night and wished
with all his heart that he could make her happy, at one point coming
close to getting up and going to her room to comfort her and tell her
everything was going to be all right.
And then everything changed. She got up the next day and seemed
happier, making Billy wonder if the special comfort she had given him
and the crying afterward the night before had somehow been the start of
her finally getting over Dad. .Sure enough, when Friday came, she
acted especially happy when she went out -- seemingly really happy for
once, not faking it. It seemed to Billy that finally everything was
going to be truly all right, a feeling reinforced by the fact that when
she came home it was two hours later than usual, leaving Billy to
listen closely to hear if she was finally bringing home a man as
Chuck's Mom did.
But no, she had come home alone as usual, and drunker than ever.
She had come to his room as she always did, and given him the expected
hug and goodnight kiss. Except this time it had not been a goodnight
kiss, because unlike all the other Friday nights, this time she didn't
leave. Instead she had lifted his covers and slid into bed beside him,
groaning loudly and squeezing him tightly, then kissing him wetly on
the mouth before resting her head on his shoulder and passing out.
Looking back, maybe he should have told her then that he didn't like
that very much -- that there was not enough room for the two of them in
his small bed. And besides, it was just not right for a mother to be
in bed with her son, especially a son who was old enough to have the
beginnings of hair sprouting out down between his legs and old enough
to get a big hard-on even though the soft, warm woman lying beside him
was his mother. But he had felt sorry for her, simply laying awake on
his back beside her saying nothing, his hard cock pressing painfully
upward against the sheet and blanket that covered them, his heart
beating a mile a minute for what seemed like an hour until finally she
moaned and turned over away from him in her sleep. How relieved he had
been to finally be able to turn away from her, lest she awaken and see
his hard-on. How funny that seemed now.
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Billy had to stop stroking his hard cock for a moment as he laid
in his bed naked remembering how it had all begun. If he kept stroking
it he would cum, and he didn't want to do that now. Billy hadn't even
known what cumming was before things started happening with Mom. But
he knew all about it now, and he liked cumming more than anything, just
as any young boy does after discovering how the rush of ecstasy that he
felt when his dick spurted its sticky white cream . He had been
jacking off a lot lately, at least once every day, sometimes looking at
the pictures in the porn magazines his father had left behind in the
bottom in his bottom drawer, but just as often simply laying in bed
thinking of his Mom and the things she had done to him. But he didn't
want to jack off now. Better to save it for later when she would have
her way with him and cumming would feel so much nicer than it did when
he did it by himself. Most boys his age had their first orgasm doing
it that way, but for Billy it had been altogether different.
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Billy's first orgasm had come the week after the first time his
mother spent the night in his bed. The situation had been much the
same as the before, with her coming home and joining him in bed and
apparently falling asleep beside him. Except she hadn't been asleep at
all, or at least that's what Billy figured now. Well ... maybe she had
been asleep at first and dreaming she was with someone else when she
slid her hand down between his legs to find his hard cock. But if she
was sleeping then, she probably wasn't when she gave his testicles a
gentle squeeze and whispered in his ear, because the name she whispered
was his, not anyone else's. And she certainly wasn't asleep when she
abruptly stopped what she was doing long enough to get out of bed and
take off her clothes before quickly sliding back under the covers and
snuggling her naked body close to his and reaching down to touch his
cock again.
Billy had been so uncomfortable when she did that. Having his
Mom in bed with him was one thing, but now she was naked and touching
him down there where a mother should not be touching her 12-year old
son. Perhaps she had sensed his discomfort, for as she laid beside him
gently caressing his manhood she began whispering in his ear. What she
was doing was OK she had told him. There was nothing wrong about it
because she loved him more than anything else in the world and she
wanted to make him feel good. And what she was doing had indeed felt
wonderful, so wonderful that he had quickly forgotten how wrong it was.
Even now, almost a year later, Billy clearly remembered every
moment of it -- how her gentle touch and whispered words of love had
caused a cool, tingling sensation to run through his young body, a
feeling like nothing he had felt before -- how his young cock had
immediately become hard at her touch. Suddenly both of her hands had
been on him, one gently squeezing his testicles while the other
surrounded his hard cock and began slowly pumping it. Most of all he
remembered what happened next -- how that first overwhelmed him,
causing him to cry out in ecstasy. It had taken less than a minute,
and at that perfect moment when just as he was about to cum she had
given him his first lover's kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth and
kissing him hungrily as she pumped the cum out of his cock, his body
shaking as erect penis spurted hot semen onto his belly.
What a strange night that had been, a night of conflicting
emotions that overtook him one by one as the night played out its
strange perverted drama. Looking back at it now, he remembered how his
feeling of discomfort had melted away soon after the first touch of her
warm hand on his manhood. Most of all he remembered how wonderful it
felt to cum that first time, and how immediately afterward the blissful
feeling had changed to one of guilt at what he had done -- or more
precisely what he had NOT done. He should have stopped her, but he
hadn't because it had felt so great. But then after it was over, he
had suddenly felt dirty and wanted to turn away from her. Somehow she
must have sensed that, for she had held him tightly against her and
begun whispering to him again, telling him how much she liked making
him feel good and asking if he liked what she had done. He had liked
it of course, even though he knew it was so very very wrong what they
had done. And so he had told her that, yes, he had liked it, and even
kissed her back when she gave him one last lover's kiss before patting
him gently on the head and going off into her own room, leaving him
alone to contemplate what had taken place. What she had done to him
had felt so good -- so wonderfully good. But just the same it had been
wrong to have his mother in his bed doing things like that. And so he
had then and there decided that no matter how great it felt, he was
definitely not going to let it happen again. Not if he could help it.
He would tell her before the next Friday. He would tell her that he
loved her but that what they were doing had to stop. He would tell her
that he wasn't mad at her for what she did, but that he didn't want it
to happen again.
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He hadn't told her any such thing of course. In fact his resolve
to end it had ebbed dramatically sometime during the hour after that
first time she made him cum. Laying here now and waiting for her to
come to him, his mind conjured up images of how it all had started and
all the things they had done together.
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She came to him again the very next Friday, and then again, and
again and again, until it was almost every Friday night. At first
Billy had made brief feeble attempts to resist, asking her if she
didn't think it was wrong. But every time she just persisted in her
advances, as if she knew that eventually his body would betray his
logic and he would willingly submit to her desire to please him. She
was patient in her approach, undertaking a week-by week escalation in
what she did to him, whispering in his ear as she caressed his body,
saying reassuring things as she had her way with him and brought him
ever closer cumming.. What she was doing was not wrong, she had said,
not if it made him feel good. What was wrong with making her baby feel
good? It wasn't as if he was fucking her,--- that would be wrong --
it was only her making him feel good like a man needs to feel good --
like any man WANTS to feel good. It did feel good didn't it, she often
asked, not right at the beginning when he might be hesitant, but much
later on when his her incestuous molestations had his young body was
quivering and his hard cock dripping and throbbing and eager to spurt
his seed. And so of course he answered yes --yes it felt good --
because it DID feel good. Did he want her to stop, she would ask, and
he always told her no. And as if that was some kind of signal, she
would finish it, bringing him to a body shaking orgasm as his hard
cock jerked and spewed his semen everywhere. And each time she made
him cum Billy felt less guilty afterward until finally he didn't feel
guilty at all.
In the end Billy stopped trying to put an end to his mother's
advances, not because he didn't think it was wrong, but because he grew
to love what she did to him. Once Billy had stopped resisting his
mother's advances, their Friday night activities quickly became more
than just her feeling him up and jerking him off. The very next Friday
her initial fondling was only a prelude to what she did later, taking
his hard cock into her mouth and sucking on it until he shot his load
into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked him dry and swallowed every drop
of it that first time, and did the same the following Friday, but not
before she opened he mouth to show him a pool of his thick white semen
inside. She had then noisily swallowed it, telling him afterward how
much she loved it. This had a profound effect on Billy, and he had
stayed awake afterward, tossing and turning as his mind played back
images of his mother looking up at him with lust filled eyes and a
mouth full of his cum. Perhaps she had heard his restless tossing and
turning from the next room, or perhaps she just knew what he was
feeling. Whatever the reason, she came back to his room that night and
sucked him off again, this time giving him an even better show, taking
the first blast of his cum in her mouth before spitting out his
spurting cock and taking the rest of his load on her nose and chin.
After that he had no problem getting to sleep, not in the least because
she stayed there with him, holding his naked body close to hers, and
resting her sticky cum glazed face on his shoulder.
And so it went, with Billy's mother coming to him almost every
Friday night, and the two of them being less and less inhibited in what
they. What had once been a strictly one way thing with her pleasuring
him and making him cum became a two way thing, with the two of them
pleasuring each other. It always ended the same way -- with his
Billy's young body trembling as his hard young cock spurted its load.
What changed was what happened leading up to that point. It had
started with her exhibiting her body, slowly stripping in front of him,
and then to her putting on a show, fondling her breasts and fingering
her pussy until his young cock was hard and ready to spurt. Eventually
she had asked him if he wanted to touch her, and when he said yes she
had laid on her back while he laid beside her and explored her body
with his hands, squeezing her breasts and then touching her between her
legs. He had been surprised by the wetness down there, and surprised
as well when she moaned at his touch and told him to touch her inside.
When he complied by sliding his finger into her wet vagina, she had
moaned wantonly, breathlessly telling him in to fuck her with his
fingers. And so he had, first with one finger, then two, then three,
as she laid beside him hissing and moaning and thrusting her hips
upward to meet his probing fingers until her body shook violently and
screamed out loud in orgasmic ecstasy. Afterward she had thanked him
for making her cum, and after telling him how much she loved him for
doing that, she had given him the best orgasm of his young life..
Billy would forever remember it -- how she had changed position so they
were lying beside each other with her head down between his legs
teasing his throbbing cock for the longest time before taking it into
her mouth and sucking it gently as a baby sucks his mother breast --
how her pussy was inches from his face, its intoxicating aroma
increasing his level of excitement as her sucking became more wanton --
how she had reached down between her legs and shoved three fingers into
her wet vagina and begun finger fucking herself, -- how the squishy
sound of that combined with and the delicious warmth of her mouth on
him as she noisily sucked on his dick had overwhelmed his senses and
sent a warm rush of lustful ecstasy through his young body. But most
memorable of all was their cumming. Maybe it had been the excitement
of watching here finger herself to a juice squirting, body quaking
orgasm that did it. Or perhaps it had been his mother's deep wanton
moaning as, with her body still trembling, she took all of his hard
cock into her mouth and throat and held it there. Whatever it was, it
triggered in Billy an orgasm so intense that it left his young body
trembling for a full five minutes after he had spewed his load down his
mothers throat.
"That was wonderful baby" she had whispered afterward as she laid
beside him running her hands up and down his still quivering body.
They had cum together. He couldn't fuck her she said -- not REALLY
fuck her. That would be wrong for a mother and son. But they could
make each other cum, and cumming felt good not matter how they did it,
didn't it, and it felt especially good if they could cum together like
lovers do.
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Lovers! That is what they were, Billy thought as he glanced at
the clock beside his bed to check the time. His mother would be here
soon, and they loved each other and together they would give each other
comfort and pleasure doing all manner of things, short of his actually
fucking her. Some day she would get over his father's leaving and find
a man she liked and that guy would fuck her, she had told him. But for
now that didn't matter. For now she would continue to come to his room
so they take care of each other. And she would teach him how to
pleasure a woman and how a woman pleasures a man. Someday, she had
told him often, he would find the right girl and fuck her, and her
lessons would help him. But for now, that didn't matter.
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And teach him she had done.
The first lesson started with her on her back with legs wide open
and him between them following her instructions -- first licking her
pussy lips and clit until she moaned and begged for him to taste her
inside, then complying with her wish by shoving his tongue into her
pussy as far as it would reach. "Rub my clit too" she had said,
grabbing his hand and guiding his fingers to the right spot. He had
done as instructed, rubbing her clit furiously while probing the
depths of her vagina with his tongue, until she moaned and her body
began to tremble. She had cum hard, grabbing his head with both hands
and pulling it hard into her crotch and grinding her squirting cunt
into his face, covering it with her warm silky juices. Breathing
heavily, Billy's mother had then shifted position so that they were
lying side-by-side in 69 position, his mother's very wet and by now
quite fragrant vagina against his mouth and his cock in hers. Billy
had become intoxicated by her musky odor as probed her warm juicy cunt
with his tongue, while she slowly began making oral love to his cock,
licking the length of it all the way down to the base of his testicles
and then taking the swollen cock head into her mouth and swirling her
tongue around it. Within minutes Billy's mother had cum again, and
then a third time, all the while working his cock like a pro, taking
more and more of his throbbing penis into her mouth but varying the
speed and intensity of her oral assault, keeping him right on the edge
-- giving him enough pleasure to make his body shudder, but not enough
to send him over the edge tomake him cum. Then, as if to signal him
that it was time, she had reached behind him to grab his buttocks and
pulled his hips forward until she had all of is young cock in her mouth
and its bulbous head lodged in her throat. He hadn't gotten the
message right away, so she had backed half way off his cock and then
pulled him toward her again -- and then again, until Billy finally
understood what he needed to do. She wanted him to fuck her in the
mouth. And that is exactly what he had done - reaching down to grab a
handful of her hair and face fucking her just the way he had seen men
to women in the nastiest of the porn DVDs he had found among the things
his father had left behind..
Those DVDs had really turned Billy on the first time he saw them.
But the women in those movies were paid porn actresses, and they
probably were faking pleasure at being used in this way. But there had
been no doubt in the Billy's mind that his mother wasn't faking
anything, for the harder he thrust his cock down her throat the louder
she moaned and the harder she had ground her hot cunt into his face.
How long had it lasted after that? Five minutes perhaps -- or
maybe less. However long it lasted, it had made Billy think thoughts
that he had never thought before. Yes she was his mother and he loved
her. And yes all the things they had done with each other leading up to
that moment were done out of love for each other, even if anyone
outside his room would think what they were doing went way beyond the
physical intimacy a mother and son should share. But mother or not, he
was fucking her mouth and when he was ready he was going to empty his
balls and fill her mouth with his cum. The next day she would be his
loving Mom, but right then she was his whore. And Billy had done just
as any man would do to a wanton slut who had his cock in her mouth and
his face buried in her cunt. He had reached down with his other hand
to get a two hand grip on her head and began roughly skull fucking her.
They came together -- a mother and son who were for a brief
moment just a man with a need and a horny slut who liked nothing more
than fulfilling that need, moaning like a slut as her son drove his
cock down her throat, grinding her hot cunt into his face all the
while. Her massive orgasm had lasted nearly a minute during which
Billy had fucked her rapidly in the mouth until with one last thrust he
had driven his hard cock down her throat all far as it would go and
ejaculated a load of jizz that was large enough to change his mother's
low moans to a gurgling that sent part of his cum load out the corners
of her mouth and onto his balls. His mother had responded in perfect
whorish fashion, licking and sucking noisily on his throbbing cock,
jacking it with her hand to draw out every last drop of cum, and then
keeping the hard penis in her mouth and sucking gently until it
softened.
The two of them had laid naked face-to-face in Billy's bed for a
long time afterward, both comfortable in the afterglow of their latest
incestuous moment, caressing each other gently and talking about what
they had done. He didn't cum as quickly the second time, she had said,
and Billy realized that indeed he hadn't. That was because a man has
more control over cumming the second time around, she had told him,
adding that a man's second orgasm can be much more pleasurable than the
first. To this he had readily agreed, for although it had felt great
each time she had made him cum in the past, this last time had been the
best ever. Finally, just before kissing him goodnight and leaving for
her own bed, she had added a bit of motherly wisdom, telling Billy that
he should look at the things they do together as training that would
help him later on in life when he was fucking someone. Teenage boys
don't often satisfy the first girls they make love too, she told him,
because they are so excited and cum quickly. But that shouldn't be
the case for him she said, for he would have the benefit of experience
with her. She would teach him the things he should do with his hands
and mouth to get a lady hot and ready to fuck, and with her own mouth
and hands teach him patience and how to control his cumming so that
whenever he met the right girl for his first real fuck, he could give
it to her long and hard like a real man does. And there was no hurry
for him to find that first girl. No ... other boys night have to go
right from only fantasizing with porn and beating off to real fucking,
with predictable poor performance. But Billy would be here with her, a
real woman to kiss and touch, making her cum and having her to make him
cum as well.
That's pretty much how it went for the next three months. Billy
and his mom's sexual liasons became more and more frequent, and lasted
longer and longer until they spent more time naked together in bed and
they had even spent together before. And through it all they found
more and better ways to pleasure each other. Sometimes they came
together in 69 position as the had before, with Billy eating her pussy
and drinking up the silky sweet juices that flowed out of her hot cunt
each time she came, and her encouraging him to fuck her in the mouth
until he spent his load down her throat. But other times they simply
took turns pleasuring one another. On one occasion she left for a
moment to go to her room and returned with a small vibrator and taught
Billy how to use it on and around her clitoris to bring her slowly to
several orgasms that had her bucking and thrashing on his bed, soaking
his sheets with her female juices. Just the thought of the vibrator
had turned him on - knowing that his mother even had such a thing and
had probably used it in the past to bring herself off right in the next
room. Even more exiting had been the time when they were playing in
her room for a change, and after his pussy licking had her hot and
extremely wet, she had suddenly reached into a bed side drawer and come
out with huge rubber dildo and told him to fuck her with it. Oral sex
was fine she said, but sometimes a woman just needed to have a cock
stuffed in her. Billy had been only too happy to oblige, shoving the
big rubber dick into his mother's pussy and fucking her with it until
she came three times.
Billy loved pleasuring his mother and she paid no less attention
to his desires. When he showed unusually long attention to her large
breasts, she encouraged him to put his cock between them and fuck her
that way. Another time he had humped her between her ample ass cheeks,
sliding his hard cock between them as she laid belly down, shoving the
big dildo into her cunt from below. Pretend fucking she had called it
the second time they did it - not as good as the real thing but the
best they could do consider the one rule that they could not break.
Billy had closed his eyes imagined that he was really fucking her -
really fucking his own mother - and just the thought of that caused him
to shoot his load all over her ass cheeks.
Billy remembered every moment of every incestuous act he and his
mother had performed, which was no easy task considering that these
days they were performing such acts almost nightly. She made herself
available to him any time he wanted, and lately he had been so horny
that he wanted her almost every night. Still, even though they played
together regularly, Friday nights were special. For it was on Friday
night that his mother went out with her girlfriend and came home a
little tipsy. Not drunk really, but full of just enough alcohol to put
her in a great mood, which in her case lately meant the kind of mood
that made her pay special attention to Billy's horny desires. It was
on a Friday that she half walked and half staggered into his room with
some rope, telling him that he was to tied her hands behind her and use
her as is cum core, which he had done more than willingly, culminating
with her on her knees before him, tied up with the rope and nearly
immobile as he stood in front of her and beat off in her face. It had
also been on a Friday that she finished off the evening by giving him
the best orgasm ever, sucking his cock for nearly a half hour, then
locking her warm mouth around the end of it and jamming first one and
then two fingers up his ass, sucking greedily on his throbbing cock and
massaging is his young prostate until he shot so much cum into his
mother's mouth that she nearly choked on it. That had been the last
Friday, one week ago, and Billy was now hard as a rock thinking of how
she might top that tonight. Yeah, Billy thought as he anxiously waited
for his mother to return from her Friday night out. He didn't know
what they would do when after she came home, only that at the end of it
they would both be spent and laying next to each other, naked and
sweaty, holding each other in the warmth of special love that they
shared, even if other mothers and sons never would.
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Billy's mom was more than just a little tipsy when she returned
home two hours later than usual. If fact she was so drunk she could
barely stand up, and likely would not have been able to if her Friday
night dancing buddy Helen had not had ahold of her arm.
"Help me get her to bed Billy", Helen said "She's had one hell of
a night".
Billy's heart sank as he helped Helen carry his mother into her
bedroom and lay her on her bed. There would be no pleasuring each
other tonight, he though sadly. But then, after taking notice of his
mom's full condition, he grew very concerned. The sleeve of her blouse
was nearly ripped off, and the makeup on one side of her face as
smeared.
"What happened," Billy asked as he and Helen returned to the
front room.
"Your son of a bitch of a father picked tonight to show up at the
club with his new girlfriend." Helen said, "and the two of them spent
the evening flaunting it in front of your Mom."
"Jeez .... I thought she was over the divorce by now" Billy said,
thinking not only of the fact that he had not seen her depressed in a
long while, but also of their own relationship. "What happened to her
blouse?"
"After a couple hours of being insulted by them and drinking way
more than usual she went over to their table and went after the bitch.
The two of them ended up in a big fight that got all of us kicked out
of the club."
"I'm really sorry Helen. I really thought she had gotten OK with
him being with someone else."
"She should be over it by now" Helen replied, "and maybe she
would be if she'd let someone else get close once in a while."
"What do you mean?" Billy asked.
Helen looked at Billy for a moment, as if deciding if she should
be honest with her friend's 15 year old son.
"She's never going to get over it until she finds someone else
Billy" she finally continued. "A woman needs a man. Your mom is only
37 years old, and she has the looks and body to attract almost any guy.
When we go out dancing, there is never any shortage of guys willing to
buy us drinks and show us a good time. We drink with them and dance
with them, but whenever one of them wants to take it further, she shuts
them right down, saying she doesn't want to get serious. It just isn't
healthy. A woman has ...... well, she has needs son. You know what I
mean?"
"Yeah, I think so." Billy said, knowing but not being able to say
how well he knew about his mom's needs. He thought he was doing an OK
job of meeting those needs. But maybe not. Maybe ..... well, maybe she
needed more than he could give.
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Helen had been gone about two hours when her first heard his
mother stir from her drunken slumber. He had been unable to sleep from
worrying about her condition, not only the drunkenness, but also her
emotional condition. He didn't know what he should do to best help her
through these difficult times. Should he should go on with her as
usual? Or would it be better if he didn't,. Maybe their being together
so much was holding her back from finding a real lover. Maybe if he
put a stop to it she would find all that she needed with some guy her
own age.
Billy's mother was softly crying when he entered her room.
"Are you OK?" he asked timidly.
She turned to face him, wiping away tears with the heel of her
hand.
"I'll be OK," she said. "I'm just a little embarrassed. Did
Helen tell you what happened?"
Billy nodded. "Yeah, pretty much all of it"
"I don't know what got into me" she said. "I don't love him
anymore. I really don't. But having him embarrass me in public like
that, flaunting his new pussy right in my face as if I'm not supposed
to have any feelings just got me mad as hell. So I figured it was fair
game to embarrass them, and I went over there to confront them."
"What did you say?" Billy asked.
Billy's mother laughed and smiled. "I called her what she is ... a
dirty husband stealing slut and whore."
"Good for you Mom," Billy said. "I'm sorry he hurt you."
""Don't worry about it honey," she replied. "I don't know why I
still care about what the sonofabitch does."
"Helen thinks you need to find someone .... a boyfriend or
something to be completely over Dad" he said.
"Maybe so. But I have you don't I?"
"Well .... Yeah .....but do you think ..... well ....should we stop?"
"Stop what?"
"What we're doing you and me."
Biilly's mom hesitated, "Yeah maybe. I mean ... do you want to
stop?"
"No ... I love you Mom."
"Then we won't stop."
There was a long pause, with the two of them looking into each
other's eyes. She broke the silence.
"I'll bet you're horny." She said.
"Yeah ... A little bit"
He was always horny when his mother was around, and was now even
though he had jacked off an hour ago when he had thought his mother was
out for the night.
"I'm sorry if I disappointed you tonight" she said.
"That's all right Mom. There'll be other nights."
Billy's mother was surprised.
"You don't want to tonight?" she asked.
"Not if you don't feel like it"
"I always like making you feel good baby. You know that."
Billy just looked at his mother, not speaking. Even now after
her shitty evening out, she wanted to take care of him. And moreover,
even now, feeling sorry for her, his cock stirred at the thought of her
and the things she did for him.
"How bout if I suck you off. You always like it when I do that."
she said "Lay down on the bed honey, let me suck your cock."
Billy's mom stood up and he laid down on the bed. He watched her
as she took off her clothes.
"You too honey." She said, "or do I have to undress you like when
you were a baby?"
Billy took off his shirt over his head and placed it neatly
beside the bed. His mother, fully naked now undid his belt and pulled
off his jeans and threw them aside. He wasn't wearing any underwear
"Well," said his mother, gesturing toward his almost fully erect
penis, you are horny baby."
She was right of course. Just watching his mother undress had
started making him hard, and by the time she had his pants off his cock
was almost fully erect. Moments later she was between his open legs on
hands and knees with half of his hardness in her mouth.
"Oh Mama," he moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of
his now fully hard penis, "That feels so goooood!"
She made love to his throbbing cock in the way she always did
when she was blowing him, interspersing deep throating and gentle
sucking until she had him right on the edge of cumming, then backing of
to lick his balls and cock shaft until he came back from the edge. As
always she talked to him, making the experience all that more exciting.
"Such a beautiful cock baby. Sooooo hard" she said.
She ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft and nibbled on
the ultrasensitive glans behind his swollen cock head, then squeezed
his balls gently, causing his cock to jerk upright and spew a big drop
of precum that dripped off his cock and onto his mother.s upper lip.
Billy closed his eyes and sighed, reveling in the feel of his
mother working his cock and balls with her mouth and hands. She was an
expert cock sucker, and could keep it up as long as she wanted,
bringing him close to the edge again and again, but not taking him past
the point of cumming. Even now, with his eyes closed, he knew she was
watching him, wanting to be sure not to miss the moment when their eyes
would meet. He was so lucky to have her. Other boys his age were
beating off to porn mags, but he was here with his hard young cock in
his mother's mouth.
"Oh mama" he sighed, "I love how you take care of me!"
"Anything for you honey" he heard her reply. "Anything for my
baby boy."
He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was indeed
watching him, her lust filled eyes meeting his as they always did when
she was sucking his cock. Watching her now he knew that no matter what
happened in the future - no matter what girl he eventually had sex with
- it would never be better than the times he had with his own mother.
How sad it was that their secret relationship could not go on forever -
that someday he would have a wife of his own and the sex games with his
mother would come to an end. And as the two of them gazed into each
other eyes, it was if she knew exactly what he was thinking, for her
eyes teared up and a look of sadness swept over her face.
"Yes I know baby," she said huskily, slowly pumping his hard
penis with her hand as a tear rolled down her cheek. "This can't be
forever. Someday you will make love to someone else. Maybe I will
too. But for now Mama will be here to give you all that you need, for
as long as you need it. I love you Billy."
"I love you too Mom," he said, feeling tears well up in his own
eyes.
Suddenly the time for words passed, and Billy's mom went to work
to finish him off. In times past she had often stopped to ask his
preferred method of shooting his load, either in her mouth or on her
face. But not tonight. Tonight she wanted it in her mouth. She
didn't have to say so; just the feel of her wet sucking mouth on his
cock told Billy that she was hungry for cum - that she wanted to milk
the semen out of his young hard cock and swallow every drop of it.
It didn't take long. One last time she took all of him into her
mouth and throat and held it there briefly, causing him to moan out
loud. Then, moments after Billy felt the head of his cock swell and
fill her throat, she backed off of it half way to clamp her warm wet
mouth around his cock and suck greedily, drawing him ever so near to
the edge. It was time. He knew it and she knew it, and words weren't
at all necessary. If there was any signal at all it was when his
mother moaned lustily and shoved her finger up his ass, literally
pulling the trigger on his loaded cock, causing it to send spurt after
spurt of cum into her mouth, changing her moans to a gurgling sound as
the huge volume of semen filled her mouth and invaded her throat.
She swallowed almost all of Billy's cum, save a small amount that
escaped out the side of her mouth and dripped down her cheek when the
volume of her son's ejaculate filled her mouth faster than the could
swallow it. His eyes were closed so he hadn't seen that happen, but
now as he opened them he could see the thick blob of his seed still
plastered on his mother's face. She gave him a nasty smile as she took
her finger and brushed the cum into her mouth, slurping it up before
wrapping her lips around his cock and greedily sucked out the remains
of his load.
Billy youthful body shuddered as his mother continued per post
blowjob sucking, his hips bucking upward each time his cock throbbed
and delivered another drop of jizz into her mouth. After a while his
cock finally became soft. Well, not actually soft, just sort of semi
hard. His cock always stayed a little bit hard whenever he was with
his mom, always ready to be brought back to full youthful hardness
under the attention of her expert hands and mouth. She was so sexy, so
how could he not stay a little bit excited even just after she had made
him cum. His mom was hot. God how much he loved her.
"Wow baby!" Billy mother cooed as she slid her naked body up
beside him and kissed his cheek. "That was quite a load. You been
saving that up for me. Did you jack off earlier?"
"Uh," he stammered, blushing "yeah .... I did. I didn't think .... I
mean I didn't know if..."
"...if we would do anything tonight?" she finished his sentence.
"Yeah," he answered.
Billy laid there for long time, feeling the warmth of his
mother's naked body beside him, her erect nipples hard against his
chest, on leg thrown over him, letting him feel the warmth wetness of
her womanhood against his leg. She had had a really shitty night, but
here she was taking care of his sexual needs. He loved her so, as much
as any teenage boy ever loved his mother, but also in way that other
teenage boys never loved their mothers. For a long time he had
wondered how long this would last - how long it would be before he
found a girl that would replace his mother in his bed, giving him all
that she had given --- giving him the one thing that his mother had yet
to give him. But now, he thought as he looked over and saw that she
again had tears in her eyes, ,,,, now he realized that he didn't want
to find that girl. He didn't want that to happen at all. The one he
wanted was the one that was right here beside him now.
Billy turned on his side and faced his mother, gently wiping the
tear off her cheek and then holding her close to him.
"I love you Mom," her whispered in her ear.
"I love you to baby," she said, "More than anything."
In later years Billy would think back and wonder why it had taken
him so long to come to a decision. Other mothers showed their
love by driving their sons to soccer games and helping them with their
homework. But his mother showed her love by sucking his cock and
giving him every sexual favor a woman can give short of letting him
fuck her. For a long time that seemed sensible - he was her son and
sons don't fuck their mothers. But then, they don't eat their mother's
pussies or fuck their mouths either. He and his mom had long ago
decided that that kind of thing was OK between them. Why then was it
not just as OK to go all the way. And just that suddenly, 15 year old
Billy decided that he wanted to fuck her. Right or wrong be damned,
she was lying next to him naked and breathing heavily, needing sexual
satisfaction, with the tears in her eyes telling Billy that she needed
more than he was usually able to give. She needed to be fucked ---
really fucked --- and if she let him he was gonna be the one doing the
fucking.
Things went very quickly after he decided. He said not a word
but immediately began a slow build up to the big moment. He did it
just as she had taught him, starting with her breasts, sucking them
gently at first, then more roughly as her excitement level increased,
being careful to not give one breast more attention than the other.
Billy then move down between her legs and transferred his attention to
his mother's now dripping pussy. Usually at this point he had eaten
her pussy hard, bringing her to a string of shuddering moaning orgasms
one after another until, more often than not, the two of them ended up
in classic 69 position cumming together in each other faces. But not
tonight. Tonight he toyed with his mother's sloppy wet pussy, tickling
her clitoris with his fingers or tongue bringing her close to cumming
again and again but never taking her over the edge.
"Oh please baby," she moaned, "Don't tease me so. Make me cum
baby. Make me cum!"
Billy rose to his knees between his mother's spread legs. His
cock was hard again, harder than he could remember it ever being. He
said nothing, simply staring at her lustily as he reached down and
stroked his hard dripping cock, making a show of it for her. Do you
want it Mom, he thought? Do you want it inside you. Her eyes dropped
to look at his hardness, then turned up again to meet his gaze.
"I want to fuck you Mom," Billy suddenly whispered breathlessly,
his own level of excitement now raised to the max.
There was no look of surprise in her eyes at what he had said.
She wanted it too, Billy thought. Maybe not as badly as he did, but
she wanted it. He could see it in her eyes, just as he could see the
uncertainty that giving in to her desire was the right thing to do.
"I love you Mom," Billy said, "I love you and I want to fuck
you!"
Still she said nothing at first, but her expression changed to
one of sadness and again tears appeared in her eyes.
"But baby, we can't .... I mean we shouldn't ...", she sniffled,
offering on last moment of resistance, but no saying no.
Billy walked in his knees to bring his hard cock closer to his
mother's cunt. Her body shuddered as she felt the tip of his hard meat
touch against her swollen cunt lips. Now she said nothing, only
staring into his eyes for a moment. Suddenly Billy thought that he had
gone too far --- that his mother would never cross the line that the
two of them had agreed should not be crossed.
"I'm sorry Mom," Billy said sheepishly, looking away from her so
as to not see the sadness in her eyes, then turning to meet her eyes
again, "I just wanted ... I mean I thought you might want..."
Billy moved to back away from his mother when suddenly she
reached out and took his rigid cock in her hand, fondling it gently,
and then pulling it toward her vagina.
"Yes I do ....I do want it!, she exclaimed as she positioned his
cock at the entrance to her vagina and threw her legs back in
invitation to her son. "Put it in me baby! Fuck me with it!"
Billy gently slid the entire length of his hard cock into his
mother's silky wet cunt and held it there, struggling to keep from
cumming immediately from the feel of her hot pussy wrapped around his
swollen jerking manhood. She immediately had a huge orgasm, her cunt
spasming around his cock and releasing a flood of hot juice that gushed
out of her and soaked his balls. Remembering what she had told him
about how a man needs to start slow to achieve control, he waited
nearly a minute before beginning to slowly move his cock in and out of
her. On just the third thrust her body shook violently in a another
massive orgasm unlike any that Billy had seen in her before.
"Oh yeah baby!," she hissed wantonly. "Just like I told you
baby. Just the way Mommy told you. Fuck me Billy! Fuck me good!."
Again her body trembled and again her hot pussy tightened around
his cock and ejaculated silky fluid around his probing cock. Now used
to the feeling of his mother's cunt on his hard penis, Billy gained the
control that she had told him was so important to satisfying a woman.
She probably never imagined that she would be the one being satisfied
by her son's young cock. Or maybe she did. It didn't really matter
now he thought as he picked up the tempo, fucking his mother and making
her cum again and again. Each of her orgasms seem more intense than
the one before, and after each he fucked her harder and faster, until
the room was filled with the loud slap-slap-slap of him driving his
meat into his mother's wet cunt, punctuated by her moans and screams
each time she came.
"Oh yeah baby give it to me!" she cried, wrapping her legs around
him and thrusting her hip upward to meet each stroke of her son's
swollen penis into her. "Fuck me baby! Fuck me like a whore."
Billy loved when his mother wanted to play whore, especially now
that he was really fucking her, not just shoving a make believe rubber
dick in her cunt. He gave her exactly what she asked for, but this
time it was his young dick pounding her hot cunt and making her moan.
It wasn't long before she came again, this time screaming out load and
digging her fingernails into his back.
"Yeah ... yeah ... yeah YEAH!," his mother squealed as her now sweat
covered body trembled beneath him, her hips humping and gyrating as he
slammed his meat into her again and again. "Fuck me Billy... fuck me
baby...FUCK MEEEE!
Billy continued to fuck his mother hard and fast strokes until he
felt himself getting closer to the edge of cumming, then lessoned the
pace, slowly sliding is his hard cock in and out of her. They were
both breathing hard now, exhausted from all the hard fucking, their
bodies soaked in sweat and trembling with each wave of ecstasy that
passed.
"Oh Billy!" she moaned, reaching up to stroke his youthful brow.
"This is so good baby .... so good. Why did we wait so long?"
Billy said nothing, managing only to quivering moan. Looking
down on her he realized how beautiful she was, not slim with a hard
body as a girl his own age might be, but beautiful in a different way ...
beautiful in a way that only a mature well fucked woman can be, her
soft white body beneath him covered with sweat, her chest heaving and
her nipples hard, the desire and lust that had been her eyes now
replaced by one of total surrender to her lover.
"Do you like fucking me baby?' she asked, `Do you like fucking
Mommy?"
Billy nodded his head and smiled down at her, shoving his
throbbing cock all the way into her and holding it there, feeling her
vaginal walls tighten around it in response.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
Again he only nodded. She didn't say what "ready" meant, but he
knew. They both knew. For a moment he had been thinking of changing
position, maybe fucking her from behind as he had often fantasized when
doing her that way with the dildo. But there would be time for that
later, and in his heart Billy knew that there would be many laters to
fuck her in as many ways as the two of them to think of. But now .....
now it was time to take it all the way.
Again Billy started fucking her, not hard and fast this time, but
with slow penetrating thrusts into her, each ending with the two of
them grinding hard against each other, his pubic bone pressing hard on
her clitoris. Gripping her thighs, he shoved her legs back and spread
them wide to achieve maximum penetration. Before very long the
telltale twitching of her cunt muscles that signaled she was close to
cumming.
"Oh Billy," she moaned, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum baby. Cum
with me baby! Cum with me!
Billy timed it perfectly, waiting until the trembling in his
mother's body reached its familiar pre-orgasm level, then slamming his
cock hard into her, shooting his load at almost the exact she screamed
out in ecstasy. Billy had the best orgasm ever, his young body
shuddering wildly as his hard cock spurted into her again and again and
again, filling her up until the hot mix of his sticky semen with the warm
silky juices that squirted out of her and ran down onto his balls.
The laid there for a long time afterward, hugging and kissing
each other as their bodies quivered in warm ecstasy. Billy's cock was
still inside her when the two fell asleep in each other's arms.