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Repost of my story originally appearing on the Kristen Archives, Directory 
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{ASS} RP My Mother: My Lover and My Mistress {MuffDiver} (Fm, MFF, inc, 1st, 
oral, mast)

Author: MuffDiver
Title: My Mother: My Lover and My Mistress
Summary: An account of how a young adolescent boy lost his virginity to his 
mother and how they began a loving and beautiful lifelong, intimate and 
incestuous sexual relationship.
Keywords: Fm, MFF, inc, 1st, oral, mast

A story by MuffDiver originally posted on the ASSTR Kristen Archives, 
Directory 39.

Prologue:

Hi Kristen,

I thought that you and your readers might benefit from reading about how I 
lost my virginity with my mother.  I think the whole concept of mothers 
fucking their sons has
gotten a very undeserved bad reputation in general society, and I thought my 
experience might help to put the subject into better perspective.

I know that often sons are taken advantage of by their mothers for evil and 
perverted reasons such as introducing their young adolescent sons to 
passionate sex with a mature woman for the purpose of addicting their son to 
erotic sex early in his sexual development and making him their private sex 
slave; or to break in their son's to sell their services as male prostitutes 
to frustrated women who want to be fucked by virile, hard, young cocks and 
have their cunts enthusiastically sucked and licked by young boys' hard 
tongues; or even to introduce them to orgasmic sex and far out sex acts 
preparatory to training and conditioning them for sale to service pedophile 
men who like to ass fuck young boys and have their cocks cleaned and sucked 
by them afterwards.  Truly, those kinds of mothers are indeed evil and 
perverted and deserve the disgust and approbation of all decent people.  
They deserve all the punishment that society can heap on them.

My mother was not one of those kinds of evil and perverted mothers. She was, 
and is today, the most loving and kind mother that any son could ever wish 
to have.  She never consciously intended to turn me into a motherfucker.  
But sometimes life can take funny twists and turns and create those special 
circumstances that can come together at just the right moment in time to 
bring a mother and son together into a very loving, monogamous, sexual 
relationship. When it happens that way, it can be a very beautiful 
experience for both mother and son.  That's what it was for me, and to this 
day still is. So, I thought I would like to share my experience as an 
example of how beautiful a vigorous and complete, incestuous, relationship 
between a mother and her son can be.

I am now a grown man 27 years old with a beautiful and loving 25-year-old 
wife. And I am also still involved in a very active sexual relationship with 
my mother.  With her loving encouragement, help, and guidance, I have 
broadened my sexual experiences with over 30 other beautiful young women 
before I found the woman who stole my heart.  You see, my relationship with 
my mother is based on our love for one another primarily as mother and son 
and not just as man and woman.  She wants what is best for me in life and 
understands the importance of nurturing and developing the confidence and 
self-assurance in young men that results in strong, healthy, masculine egos, 
but at the same time not to be afraid of expressing soft tender love to 
their women. So she taught me how to be that kind of strong, self-confident 
man because she wanted me to find a woman to love and who would love me with 
the same kind of love that she and my Dad had for each other. From my 
perspective she has succeeded, probably far beyond even her own wildest 
expectations.

In putting my story down in words on paper, I have tried to convey the 
thoughts and feelings I had as if I were still that young, inexperienced 
teenager at the time my mother claimed my virginity and introduced me to the 
intoxicating pleasures of the vast and wondrous world of the many varieties 
of intimate, erotic sex with an experienced and mature woman as she so 
lovingly taught me how to make love to a woman, and in turn took me to the 
highest peaks of sexual pleasure that I have ever achieved with any woman.   
But today I am now a computer systems engineer and software developer and 
not very adept at expressing my self in writing, so please excuse my clumsy 
prose.


         Title: My Mother: My Lover and My Mistress

My name is Dan Cutler and this story begins when I was 14 years old, two 
months shy of my 15th birthday.  My Mom's name is Angela and at that time 
she was 32.  My Mom and I had been living alone together for almost 5 years 
since I was 11.  My Dad's name was Herb.  He had a brain tumor 3 months 
before my 11th birthday and passed away and that's the reason Mom and I are 
all alone now.  Mom and I were both devastated when Dad died.  Dad was the 
center of Mom's life, and when he died, she just gave up on life and went 
into such a deep state of grief and depression that I was scared she was 
going to die too.

I also loved my Dad and I missed him terribly.  He was a great father who 
always included me in everything he did like taking me with him fishing, and 
letting me help him work on old cars which was his hobby, and always going 
with me to my Little League baseball games and cheering me on.  It was the 
happiest time of my young life.

Before Dad died Mom was always a happy cheerful Mom, full of energy, always 
bustling around doing something and planning stuff to make our lives 
interesting and fun.  She was a beautiful woman who always took great care 
to look her best, especially for Dad.   I remember whenever I would want her 
to do something with me in the afternoon after school, she would often put 
me off saying, "Not now honey, later. Daddy will be home soon and Mommy has 
to go and make herself look really pretty for him."  I used to laugh and 
love the way they used to tease and flirt with each other and kiss and hug 
all the time.  And they had a habit of all of a sudden going into their 
bedroom behind closed doors at all times of the day, and they would tell me 
to amuse myself playing or watching TV because Mommy and Daddy had to take 
care of "some business" for a little while.  I knew that they were going in 
to their bedroom to do something called "make love" with each other, but at 
the time I had no idea what that really meant.  It just made me feel good, 
and yes, safe, to see them both so happy and so much in love with each 
other.

Dad had been the only man in Mom's life.  He and Mom were high school 
sweethearts who got married just before graduation.  (In later years Mom 
admitted to me that Dad knocked her up with me about five months before 
graduation but he insisted on marrying her so I would not be a bastard). 
They even went through college together with the total loving support of 
both of their parents who took turns caring for me for Mom through her first 
two difficult years of college, until I had gotten old enough for her to 
manage both my care and her college work too.

There are many other examples about their life together that Mom related to 
me in later years that I could write about that would demonstrate how deep 
and complete was their love for each other.  Perhaps I will someday write 
about those as well.  But for now, it's enough to know that I knew Mom 
missed Dad an awful lot after he died, but I guess I just wasn't old enough 
to really understand the depth of the love she had for him and the crushing 
effect his death had on her. But I understand now that Dad was not only my 
mother's husband, my father, our family provider and the source of
our security, but also my mother's lover and sex partner, and Dad's death 
had in a sense, brought her to her knees.

As I said, I missed my Dad terribly, but, as the saying goes, time has a way 
of healing great hurts, especially in young children, and after about a year 
had passed I was beginning to settle in to a new life routine without my 
Dad.  I still missed him a lot, but I guess I got caught up in life again 
with school and friends and just growing up.  But Mom was still a basket 
case.  She didn't seem to care about anything anymore.  She stopped trying 
to look her best and seemed to lose interest in all the things she loved to 
do before Dad died.  Dad had a life insurance policy that left us with 
enough money to live on for a while and so there was no reason for Mom to 
have to find a full time job right away and she just moped around the house 
all the time in her nightgown and bathrobe doing nothing but watching TV, 
and frequently bursting out in crying jags for, what seemed to my young mind 
at the time, no good reason.  I was worried for my Mom and scared about what 
might happen to us, but I just didn't know what to do about it.

This situation persisted for a long time until I was almost 12, and it was 
the saddest and most depressing period of my life.  I tried everything I 
could to cheer Mom up but nothing worked.  One afternoon a couple of days 
before my 12th birthday I was in my room worrying about what was going to 
happen to us and crying about the state my Mom was in.  She must have heard 
me, because she opened the door and came in
and said,

"What's the matter Danny honey?  Why are you sitting here crying all by 
yourself?"

The flood gates of all my pent up fears and unhappiness just burst and I 
grabbed her around the waist hugging her tight and buried my head in her 
stomach and said,

"Oh Mom I love you so much, but I'm so unhappy and scared about what will 
happen to us.  I still miss Dad, but most of all I miss the way you used to 
be so happy and funny and beautiful all of the time, always thinking of 
things for us to do to have fun. I hate to see you so unhappy, that you 
don't seem to care about anything anymore, not even me.  I love you so much 
and I want to make you happy again but I don't know what to do Mom.  I'm 
scared Mom.  What can I do to make you happy again?  Please tell me Mom.  
Please, please...."

Mom started shushing me saying,  "Oh sweetheart, don't worry honey.  Please 
don't worry.  Everything's going to be all right," as she sat down on the 
edge of my bed pulling me down beside her and hugged me tightly to her body 
with my head resting on her breasts and started gently stroking the hair on 
my head saying,  "My poor baby... please don't cry now... don't you know that 
you are the light of my life?... I love you more than life itself and 
everything is going to be happy and beautiful for us again. You just wait 
and see. It will."

And then she just continued to hold me tight with my head on her soft bosom 
stroking my hair, cooing soft nothings to me and gently rocking back and 
forth - just like she used to do when I was a small child, and something 
would scare me or, I would hurt myself in some way while playing.

She held me in her arms like that, rocking back and forth, for what seemed 
to me like hours, but in reality, was probably only for about a half hour.  
All I remember is that I never wanted her to stop. It was the most peaceful 
and contented feeling I think I have ever had.  I will never forget how warm 
and soft her breasts felt on my cheeks.  She was still in her nightgown and 
not wearing a bra and I could feel her big nipples through the thin fabric 
of her gown pressing on my cheek and occasionally brushing across my lips 
sending a warm tingly feeling rushing all through my body as she held me 
tightly against her body and rocked back and forth.

How desperately I wanted to reach out with my mouth and latch my lips onto 
those beautiful nipples and just gently suck on them.  But I knew I couldn't 
because I knew I was too old for that.  Even though I knew almost nothing 
about sexual matters between men and women at that time, I was certainly 
aware of the social taboos against boys my age engaging in that kind of 
behavior with any female much less their mothers, and if they dared to do 
so, would be viewed as some kind of dirty perverts.

And so I was just content to snuggle my face into Mom's bosom, ecstatic in 
the knowledge that she still loved me. I was overwhelmed with the love I had 
for her at that moment. I felt so safe in her arms with my head resting on 
her soft breasts and the love I had for her literally flooded my 
consciousness driving out all my fears and worries.  I just knew that life 
was going to be good for both of us again.

Of course everything didn't change overnight like it does in fairy tales.  
For the next few weeks I could tell that Mom was making an effort in little 
ways to break out of her morose depression.  She started getting up with me 
in the morning to make my breakfast before I left for school which she 
hadn't done in over a year.  I used to just fix myself a bowl of cold cereal 
and get myself off to school.  And she was putting on normal clothes again 
when she got up in the morning instead of staying in her nightgowns and 
bathrobe all day.  And when I would get home from school she started asking 
me how my day was and would talk to me about my interests.

So I could tell Mom was trying, but I could also tell how hard it was for 
her to be cheerful when she was still missing Dad so much.  I continued to 
worry that we would never be completely happy again as we once were like she 
had promised that day in my room.

But the real breakthrough happened about nine months later 2 or 3 months 
before my 13th birthday when I came home one Saturday morning about 11 
o'clock after having spent Thursday and Friday night on a sleepover at the 
home of my best friend, Timmy Driscoll.  I had not seen Mom since the 
previous Thursday morning when I left for school. She saw me coming up the 
sidewalk that Saturday morning and was waiting for me at the door.

I didn't know that while I was at Timmy's house Mom had gone out to the 
beauty parlor and had a full makeover. She had gotten her hair cut and 
styled and had a full facial make over.  Afterwards she went shopping and 
bought herself a whole set of pretty new clothes that highlighted her 
beautiful figure and stunning breasts.  So when I opened the door and saw 
her standing there, I couldn't believe my eyes.  She was my dream come true. 
  There was my gorgeous, beautiful Mom in front of me wearing a flattering 
new dress, giggling like a girl with a big happy smile on her face, and her 
arms spread wide saying,

"Surprise sweetheart! How do you like your new Mom!

I literally leapt into her waiting open arms and began laughing and babbling 
away, "Oh Mom you're so beautiful. I'm so happy to see you so happy and 
beautiful again.  I love you, love you, love you so much."  And I thought to 
myself, "Wow!, my mom is a real sexy babe- a knock-out, drop dead beauty!"

And I said to her, "Wow Mom!, you are a real babe...a stone cold fox!...the most 
beautiful woman in the city.  I can't wait for Timmy and the guys to see 
you.  You'll knock `em dead!"

Mom threw her head back laughing and squeezed me tighter in her arms and 
said, "Oh Danny honey, you don't know how good it makes me feel all over to 
know that you think I'm beautiful.  I so want you to be proud of me again, 
and I'm so happy to know that you think I'm a stone cold fox, even though 
I'm not sure exactly what that means."

And then she pulled back slightly away from me and looked at me with a coy 
little smile and said,  "But where did you learn that phrase sweetheart?  I 
hope it means something nice."

I got a little embarrassed and lowered my head,  "Awww Mom, that's just what 
Timmy and I call the real sexy girls in our school.  You know, the girls we 
would really like to make out with.  But they're all juniors and seniors and 
don't pay any attention to freshmen.  I'm sorry Mom. I didn't mean any thing 
bad by it.  We heard it in a movie and it seemed like a real cool thing to 
say.  It just came out...." And before I could finish my sentence, Mom laughed 
and said,

"Oh no, Danny!.  You didn't say any thing wrong honey.  It's perfect.  I 
love it that you think I'm both beautiful and sexy.  I'm on cloud nine 
knowing that my man thinks I'm a stone cold fox.  I haven't been so happy in 
a very long time sweetheart.  It makes me feel so tingly all over."  Then 
she hugged me even tighter than before.

We just stood there in the hallway for the next few minutes hugging each 
other and telling each other how happy we were and how much we loved each 
other. Mom's arms were holding me tight with my head resting on her breasts 
again and I was feeling that same warm and tingly sensation wash over my 
body again just like it did that time she held me close sitting on my bed.  
And I was thinking about what Mom just said about feeling tingly all over 
and started to wonder if she was having the same kind of feeling that I had. 
  I could feel my cock beginning to stir as it started to get hard and I 
began to panic because I knew that Mom would be certain to feel my hard cock 
pressing against her body and would know that I had a hard-on.  That would 
have been the ultimate embarrassment.  But before it got very far, Mom took 
in a sharp breath and to my great relief, pulled her body slightly back from 
the firm pressure it had been making on my body and looked down at me and 
said,

"Oh my goodness, I don't believe I almost forgot.  Danny honey, don't you 
want to hear my good news?"

I said, "You bet Mom.  But what could be better than this."  And again to my 
relief my cock settled down and began reverting back to its normal flaccid 
state.

"Well", Mom said, "for the past several months I have been looking for a 
job.  We can't live on Dad's insurance money forever you know.  And on 
Wednesday I landed a great position with DataTech as a software programmer 
and I start on Monday." (Mom had majored in computer science in college and 
had worked part time from home as a computer programmer before Dad died.)

And I said,  "Wow!  That's the best news ever Mom.  Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh Boy! 
That's really great!" and I started hugging her all over again.

Mom laughed with me and said, "Yes it is my darling and I'm excited too.  
Everything is going to be different for us from now on Danny, just like I 
promised you.  We are going to be happy again and have fun together, just 
you and me, just like we used to. Now let's go in and sit down for a moment. 
  I have something I want to say to you."

Mom then took me by the hand and led me into the family room and sat down on 
the couch and sat me down next to her, and then took my hands in hers and 
looked at me and said,

"There is something I want to say to you now Danny, and I want you to just 
listen until I finish."

Suddenly, I had this cold feeling sweep through me.  Mom looked so serious 
sitting there and I was terrified that whatever she wanted to tell me would 
be something very bad that would ruin our wonderful newly found happiness.  
I was so afraid I couldn't speak. So I just nodded my head up and down yes, 
waiting for her to begin, and she started,

"I know I haven't been a very good mother these past several years since Dad 
died, and I am so sorry and ashamed.  I was so wrapped up in my grief over 
losing your father that I forgot that you loved him too and missed him as 
much as I did.  I should have been there for you when you needed me more 
than ever and I wasn't, and that was inexcusable.  Your father would never 
have forgiven my behavior, and I will never forgive myself for letting him 
down, but more importantly, letting you down in your time of greatest need. 
I hope somehow, someday, that you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

I started to open my mouth to protest that there was nothing to forgive and 
Mom quickly put her fingers on my lips and said,

"No, don't say anything yet.  I'm not finished. Just listen.  Your father 
was my life, the center of my universe, my strength, my support, my love, 
and my lover- the man who was the anchor of my life.  When he died, I felt 
like I had died with him and I just fell apart not caring whether I lived or 
not.  It was you Danny, my love, who brought me back from the depths of 
total despair when I found you in your room last year crying over me. You 
unburdened your heart with all your love and concern for me and your fears 
for our future together.  It was like a splash of cold water in the face. As 
I sat there holding you in my arms it came to me that you were not crying 
for yourself, but for me.  You made me realize that I had been selfishly 
wallowing in my own grief and not paying any attention to you and your 
needs, while you were doing just the opposite, being the rock in our family, 
not thinking of yourself, but instead loving me, and thinking only of me, 
and how to make me happy. I was so ashamed of myself, and I vowed then that 
all of that would change.

Dad is gone, and nothing will ever change that. We will always miss him and 
hold him in a special place in our hearts for as long as we live.  But we 
have to get on with life, not look back, and be strong for each other.  You 
taught me that sweetheart. From now on Danny it will be just you and me. You 
are the man in my life now- my rock, my strength, my love, and my reason for 
living.  I will never, ever leave you alone again. I will always be here for 
you and all your needs forever.  We are going to have a great life together 
my love."

And then she hugged me tight again and kissed me on my forehead, nose, 
cheeks, and lips, but not as a woman kisses a man, but as a mother kisses 
her son.  I felt like I had just been given a gift from heaven.  My Mom was 
back!... and I was her rock!... the man in her life!!.  It was exhilarating and 
I was overcome with emotion and love for my mother.  And I said,

"Oh Mom, I love you more than ever.  It will be just you and me.  Just you 
and me Mom. I'll always be here for you too- forever.  I wish I could marry 
you.!"

Mom laughed and said, "That's sweet honey.  But you don't really mean that. 
You are going to grow into a fine man soon and meet a beautiful woman who 
will steal your heart. You will sweep her off her feet and make her your 
wife and she will have your babies and keep your home.  And when that day 
comes, as it surely will, that will make me the happiest mother in the 
world, and I just hope that you will still have room in your heart for your 
mother.  But until that day comes my love, it will be just you and me my 
darling."   And that's exactly the way it has turned out.

For the next couple of years, Mom and I had a wonderful normal life 
together.  She was vibrant, happy, totally involved in my life going to my 
school activities, spending time with me on weekends, going to movies with 
me, eating out together, and helping with advice and suggestions on how to 
deal with girls as I started to notice their delectable feminine assets and 
struggled with the normal adolescent quandary of how to relate to them.  She 
was very successful in her work earning three promotions in two years.  In 
short my Mom was happy again, fun to be with, and she treated me like I was 
one of her friends her own age, never talking down to me and always asking 
for my opinions and advice on things. We were buddies and there was never 
any hint of any thing sexual between us during this time, either by her or 
me.  But that was about to change soon; for sure on my part, as well as on 
her part too, (but I didn't find about that until a number of years later).

I loved my new life with my mother, but life does go on and it was not too 
long after that happy day that I began my entry into puberty (only at the 
time I had never even heard of the word puberty and had no clue what it 
meant.)  My voice started to crack and change, and I noticed a few wiry 
black hairs beginning to grow down in my crotch, and most significantly, I 
started to have wet dreams from time to time and would often wake up in the 
morning with a raging hard on.
And I started to take an interest in the cute girls in my class at school, 
noticing their pretty legs, their spreading and shapely hips and tight round 
bottoms, and those pert budding breasts with their taught nipples- 
especially the girls who were blooming faster than others and had nice big 
soft tits that reminded me so much of my Mom's tits.

It was about that time that I discovered the pleasures of masturbation and 
used to beat off fairly regularly-  behind closed doors in private of 
course.  Like any other normal adolescent, my hormones were raging, and my 
interest in everything about sex took off like a rocket.  I had my own 
little stash of Playboy and Hustler magazines hidden in my room to look at 
while I beat my meat. Timmy had snitched them for me from a big pile he said 
his dad had in their basement. He said his dad had so many that he would 
never miss them.  Sometimes I would just look at those beautiful naked tits 
and pussies and imagine that I was fucking them while I jacked off.  And 
sometimes I would just lay on my bed slowly beating my meat while 
fantasizing that I was sucking on Becky Hazlett's tits while she sucked on 
my cock and swallowed my cum telling me how much she loved its taste and the 
feel of it sliding down her throat while she begged for more.  (Becky was 
one of the girl's in my class with really big tits).

Now lest you think that the bit about cock sucking and cum swallowing in my 
fantasies indicated that I had a lot of sophisticated knowledge of all the 
kinds of sexual acts and pleasures that men and women liked, you would be 
wrong.  At that very early time in my sexual awakening, the extent of my 
knowledge came from two sources; the bragging my buddies and I used to 
engage in as we lied to each other trying to impress each other with how 
manly or worldly we were, when none of us really knew what we were talking 
about; and the porno letters from readers sections in Playboy and Hustler 
where the main topics always seemed to be all about fucking, eating pussy, 
sucking cocks, and swallowing cum.

Fucking I understood real well, and cock sucking seemed like it was pretty 
close to fucking, just using the girl's mouth instead of her cunt. But 
eating a pussy or swallowing cum was beyond me at that time. The whole idea 
of sticking my face, mouth and tongue down there where a girl went to the 
bathroom seemed pretty bad.  And I for sure couldn't understand why any 
woman would want to swallow something that came out of my piss hole.  But I 
thought that if they were in Playboy and Hustler all the time that there 
must be some forbidden, secret,  exotic pleasure to be derived from them 
that I just didn't know about yet, and wouldn't find out about until I 
experienced them myself. So the women in my fantasies loved to suck my cock, 
eat my cum, and then beg me to cum some more in their mouths just like they 
did in Playboy and Hustler letters from readers.

I don't know when or exactly why it actually began, but I started to replace 
the women in my fantasies that I was dreaming about fucking and sucking with 
my mother.  In my fantasies I would fuck my mom until she would scream with 
pleasure as she came, and then afterwards she would suck my cock until I 
exploded again and swallow my cum, and then she would beg me to cum some 
more in her mouth. Soon my mother became the object of all my fantasies 
replacing the Playboy bunnies and the girls in my class with big tits.  I 
had many fantasies about Mom; mainly about her desire and hunger for having 
me fuck her and for her sucking my cock and eating my cum.

Sometimes in my fantasies she would be meeting me at the door naked when I 
came home from school and would immediately drop to her knees and pull out 
my cock and start sucking on it telling me how hungry she was for my cum.  
Other times I would be sleeping at night and she would crawl into my bed and 
suck on my sleeping limp cock until it got hard and then beg me to shove it 
in to her cunt because she couldn't sleep without my cock in her.

But as much as I loved those fantasies about mom and the intense orgasms 
that I derived from them while beating off my cock and shooting out my cum, 
each time, as I was coming down off my orgasm, I always had a kind of 
nagging, underlying feeling of shame in using my mother as the object of my 
sexual pleasure.  In my innermost thoughts, I knew that people would find my 
fantasies revolting if they knew about them and I was afraid that there was 
something fundamentally wrong with me; that I wasn't normal, because sons 
were not supposed to have such feelings for their mother, and that maybe I 
was becoming a dirty pervert.

However the sexual urge fueled by the ecstatic pleasure I got from beating 
off to those fantasies was so strong and compelling that I suppressed all 
those nagging feelings and rationalized in my mind that because Mom loved me 
so much, and I loved her and, in her words I was "her man", and it was "just 
you and me my darling," that we were a special case, and it had to be 
natural and beautiful for Mom and I to have wild, passionate sex with each 
other.  Then finally, about two months before I turned 15, it happened!

It was on a Friday afternoon in April and, I was in school sitting in 
homeroom right after lunch listening to the teacher, when an announcement 
was made over the school intercom. After school baseball practice was 
cancelled for the day because the groundskeepers were re-sodding the grass 
on the field to take advantage of the favorable weather and practice would 
resume as scheduled on Monday.  I welcomed the announcement because I never 
looked forward to Friday afternoon baseball practices since it meant not 
getting home until 7:00 pm or later- putting a crimp in getting started on 
early Friday night fun with my buddies.

School was out around three and my buddies and I met up out in front of the 
school to decide what we were going to do that night. It didn't take long to 
agree on taking some of the girls to the movies at one of the malls to see 
if we could have any success at getting a few good feels.  That sounded good 
to me and I saw Becky Hazlett (one of the girls with big tits) standing in a 
group of girls next to us about 50 feet away.

I stepped over and said, "Hey Becky, wanna go to the flicks with me tonight 
down at the mall."  And she smiled and said, "Sure Danny. I'd love to."   I 
said, "Great . I'll meet you there about 7 and maybe afterwards we can get 
some pizza at Tony's, ok?."

Then she flashed me a coy little smile from under hooded eyes and said, 
"Super, I'll be there lover, ready and waiting."

I walked back over to my buddies with a big grin feeling really good because 
I was sure I was going to get some pretty good titty that night, and with 
luck even more.  I told my buddies I was set for the night with a date with 
Becky and would meet them at the mall around 7.  Timmy Driscoll, my best 
friend, said, "You lucky bastard. Becky loves to have her tits massaged and 
nipples squeezed.  Just don't squeeze them too hard so it hurts, or she will 
cut you off cold buddy.  I learned that the hard way."  I said,

"Thanks Tim.  I'll remember that." And then I left for home really looking 
forward to a great Friday night.

I got home around 4:30 pm.  Mom wasn't home from work yet.  She usually got 
in between 5:15 and 5:30 so I decided to go up to my room and mess around 
until she got home.  I laid down on my bed and started thumbing through one 
of my Playboy mags, thinking about jacking off.  But I decided against it 
because I thought it might take the edge off for my date that night with 
Becky.  My goal was to score at least a home run  with Becky that night, but 
I dreamed about getting a grand slam home run.

Me and the guys on the baseball team had a system for rating our success 
with the girls.  A bunt was just getting some good titty feels over a girl's 
blouse or sweater.  A base hit single was getting inside her bra for some 
skin to skin titty feels with our hands along with some good nipple 
tweaking.  A double was actually getting to lick and suck on her nipples 
until they stood up hard.  A triple was getting a hand on her
pussy and feeling it up until she got good and wet.  But she had to get 
really wet.  Dry pussy feels were scored as long foul balls.  The home run 
was actually getting one or more fingers into her cunt and finger fucking 
her for a while.  And a grand slam homer was finger fucking her until she 
came. But the all time best was winning the World Series, and that meant 
getting to actually cock fuck a girl in her cunt.

None of us had ever won a World Series.  That's something we could only 
dream about. When we would get together and compare stories about how we 
scored with our dates, guys would say things like, "Susie was really hot 
last night.  I got a couple of real solid singles and then she let me score 
a triple for the first time."  Since I had already scored a couple of 
triples with two of the other girls in our group, I was hoping to get at 
least a home run with Becky, and with luck it would be a grand slam home 
run.

But as I lay there on my bed looking at Playboy air brushed pussies, idly 
massaging my cock through my pants, and thinking about a good strategy that 
I could use to get past Becky's tits and dry pussy tonight and score some 
good finger fucking, I dozed off and fell asleep.

I woke up with a start, in a panic thinking I had overslept and would be 
late for my date with Becky, and probably wouldn't even get a bunt that 
night.  But when I looked at my clock and saw that it was still only 5 
minutes to 6, I knew I could still make it in time but I would have to 
hurry.  I jumped up off the bed to find Mom to tell her not to worry about 
dinner for me since I had a date and had no time to spare.

As I opened the door to leave my room, I heard the shower running in the 
bathroom at the end of the hall and figured it must be Mom.  I started down 
the hallway to shout at her through the shower door that I had a date and 
wouldn't need any dinner.  The door to the bathroom was about half open and 
as I got about half way down the hallway between my room and the bathroom, I 
heard the shower stop running and the door to the shower clicked open and 
Mom stepped out with her eyes closed reaching out with her arm groping 
around for a towel on the towel rack on the opposite wall.

I couldn't believe my eyes.  I was staring at my mother completely naked 
standing only 15 feet in front of me. I was transfixed as my eyes drank in 
her beautiful body.  Her tits were magnificent- full bodied creamy pear 
shaped globes of soft but firm flesh with big light brown pebbly looking 
disks at the tips with big fleshy nipples in the center.  Those were the 
soft tits and big nipples my head had laid on so many times over the years 
and that I had so often dreamed of softly sucking.  I was instantly consumed 
with desire for my mother.  I felt like I was beginning to live one of my 
fantasies.  All thoughts of Becky and my plan for hitting a home run with 
her evaporated from my mind as my cock instantly got hard as a rock.

As my eyes started to move down my mom's fantastic body I instinctively 
opened my fly, pulled out my stiff throbbing cock, and began to slowly jack 
it off.  My eyes continued down her body across her flat stomach to her 
gently spreading but perfectly shaped hips and focused in on her love box. 
It was topped with a small but thick bush of soft light brown hair 
protecting her clit at the top of the narrow slit valley of her pussy that 
in turn was guarded by a pair of perfectly symmetrical puffy pussy lips 
pointing the way to her love chamber.  I remember thinking that it was more 
beautiful and perfect than any of the pussies in Playboy.

It felt like time had stool still.  I was mesmerized staring at my Mom's 
body.  My mind was on fire racing with thoughts of how much I wanted to suck 
her luscious tits and nipples and ram my stiff cock deep into her cunt, but 
it couldn't have taken more than 3 or 4 seconds for Mom to find the towel 
rack.  And when she did, the sudden movement as she jerked a towel off the 
rack and threw it over her head and face to dry her face and hair broke my 
lust filled trance.

I quickly pressed myself against the wall of the hall opposite the side the 
bathroom door was on, terrified that in spite of her closed eyes, Mom had 
somehow seen me standing there beating my meat and staring at her 
magnificent body.   When nothing happened for a few seconds I sidled down 
against the hall wall down to the short wall at the beginning of the 
bathroom.  As long as I stayed close up against the hall wall opposite the 
wall that supported the hinges of the bathroom door, the short wall on the 
side of the doorjamb blocked Mom's line of site to where I was in the 
hallway.  When I got to the short wall I chanced a peek around the doorjamb 
to see what Mom was doing.

She had finished drying her hair and body and was standing in front of the 
bathroom vanity counter in front of the long wall length vanity mirror 
leisurely combing out her hair.  My heart raced.  She was still unaware that 
I was just outside the door drinking in her fantastic body and beating my 
meat.  I was still jacking off slowly because I knew if I let myself cum, 
Mom would hear and catch me immediately.   So I was trying not to make any 
noise that would give me away, but at the same time I knew that I better 
sneak back to my room soon or I was sure to be caught by Mom.  But before I 
could make myself sneak out of there, she put down her hair brush and I 
froze thinking she was going to turn and leave the bathroom and catch me in 
the act of beating my meat while spying on her. And then she did the most 
amazing thing!

She stood directly in front of the large bathroom mirror over the vanity, 
spread her legs slightly, and began admiring and touching her body.  She 
took her hands and cupped both of her tits in them and began massaging those 
big soft mounds of creamy flesh and tweaked their nipples between her thumbs 
and forefingers.  She did that for about a minute with her head tilted back 
and her eyes partially closed.  I could see her tits starting to bounce up 
and down as her breathing quickened with short shallow breaths when she 
started to move her hands down her body caressing the skin of her flat 
stomach and round hips until she reached the top of her delectable pussy.

She slowly and softly caressed those tender lips with the fingers of both 
hands while gently pulling them apart to expose the soft, moist inner lips 
of her slit valley that was now wet with her pussy juice and slid two 
fingers of her left hand into the valley and started to rub her slit up and 
down between the opening of her cunt hole and her clit.

Her pussy juice was flowing freely now all over her left hand.  She moved 
her right hand up to her left tit and began rolling its nipple between her 
thumb and finger, and started moaning softly, and then slid the two fingers 
of her left hand into her cunt tunnel and began finger fucking herself!

The sight of my own beautiful mother standing in front of the mirror moaning 
as she finger fucked her cunt was more than I could stand.  Never in my 
wildest fantasies had I ever imagined anything so erotic.  I was hot all 
over.  I could feel the cum beginning to rise up out of my balls building to 
a massive orgasm and I knew I had to do something fast or be caught.  Mom 
would look at me with revulsion thinking of me as a sick pervert who beat 
his meat with lust for his mother and I would die with humiliation and 
shame.

I pulled my head back away from the doorjamb and stopped looking at her; and 
simultaneously stopped jacking off and squeezed the base of my cock hard 
between my thumb and first two fingers shutting off the flow of cum from my 
balls to my cock.

As the heat of my building orgasm subsided and reason began returning to my 
brain, I decided to make my move and get out of there and sneak back to my 
room.  But before I did, I had to take one more look.  I carefully peeked 
around the doorjamb and what I saw made me completely lose it.  Mom was 
taking turns swapping out the fingers in her cunt between her left and right 
hands that were both now totally wet and slick all over with her cunt juice. 
  She was putting the fingers of the free hand in her mouth to lick and suck 
up all the cunt juice and then rubbing her hand all over her tits, and 
stomach smearing cunt juice all over her body before replacing the fingers 
of the hand in her cunt so she should could eat the pussy juice off of it as 
well.

All reason and fear of being caught left me.  My mother was eating her own 
cunt juice!!! I went completely over the edge with insane lust and grabbed 
my cock to begin frantically beating off again.  I think I was on the verge 
of jumping out to grab her and throw her onto the bathroom floor and rape 
her with my cock shoved deep into her cunt, when on the second wild stroke 
of my hand on my cock, my elbow hit the wall with a heavy thump.

I saw Mom's body suddenly tense and she froze.  The fingers in her cunt 
stopped moving and she stopped sucking on the fingers in her mouth and 
cocked her head slightly as if she was intently listening for something.

I jumped back into the corner of the hall and bathroom wall completely 
drained of all lust.  My cock had instantaneously and completely wilted in 
my hand as the blood drained from my body into my stomach and a cold wave of 
fear swept over my body and settled into the pit of my stomach as I waited 
paralyzed with fear expecting my Mom to rush through the bathroom door and 
catch me with my dick in my hand.

But when nothing happened for at least 5 seconds, I began to come to my 
senses and hope that maybe she wasn't going to stop what she was doing.  
Maybe, I thought, she was going to finish finger fucking herself and I could 
get away after all.  Then I heard the shower door slam shut and I realized 
that she had moved to the back of the bathroom away from the door for some 
reason and wasn't going to immediately come through the door.

I saw my chance and took it as I quickly sidled down against the wall to 
sneak back into my room and made it through the door.  I quietly closed the 
door and heard her walking down the hall as I frantically stuffed my dick 
back into my pants and ran to sit on my bed.  I was just reaching down to 
button up my fly when I saw the doorknob to my bedroom door starting to turn 
and I knew I didn't have time to close my fly, so I grabbed the closest 
thing to me laying on my bed, the Playboy magazine, and quickly laid it in 
my lap, cover face down, to hide my open fly just as the door opened and Mom 
came into my room.

She had wrapped herself in a large bath towel that covered her body from her 
tits down to about two inches below her cunt and as she walked into my room 
she said,

"Danny honey, I thought you were at baseball practice.  I didn't know you 
were home.  I heard a noise and thought I saw some one in the in the hallway 
when I got out of the shower and got scared that some one had broken into 
the house. Were you just in the hall Danny?"

I was breathing hard, still pumped up from what I had just seen, and I 
looked down and away from Mom not wanting her to see my eyes and stammered,

"Uh, Uh... no Mom.  Not me, not me.  I just was uh,... I mean I was... uh... just 
reading when I ... uh... when I fell asleep and just woke up."  I was going to 
come and tell you I had a date with Becky Hazlett and didn't need any dinner 
when you came in and.... and..., and..."

As I was trying to think of something else convincing to say, I could see 
cunt juice that was still leaking out of mom's cunt slowly running down the 
insides of her thighs and the vision of her finger fucking herself and 
sucking and eating her cunt juice off her fingers came into my head and I 
started getting another hard on.  As my cock rapidly grew it pushed its way 
out through my still open fly that I had not had time to button up until 
about 2 or 3 inches of it was poking out of my fly under the Playboy 
magazine on my lap.  I leaned over with my forearm resting on the Playboy 
pushing it down so my stiffening cock wouldn't make it move.

I was trapped!  Sweat started to break out on my forehead.  There was 
nothing I could do and could only hope that Mom would believe my story and 
leave my room.  Then Mom said,

"Danny look at me.  Look at me now," in that sharp tone of voice she always 
used when she knew I was hiding something from her.  Then she said,

"What's going on here Danny?  You're sweating and your face is flushed. What 
is that magazine you're reading?," and before I could answer she grabbed the 
Playboy out of my lap and saw the cover and then saw my hard cock poking out 
of my fly.  Then she said,

"Well, well, well.  Danny have you been masturbating?  Were you just out in 
the hallway going down to the bathroom to masturbate yourself?"  Tell me the 
truth now!"

I couldn't believe it!  My own Mom was asking me if I was beating my meat!  
She must think I'm some kind of pervert!  I was mortified and I screwed up 
my face and put my hands over my eyes and replied,

"Awww, Mom.  How can you talk about that kind of stuff?  I'm not a pervert 
Mom. Please don't think that about me.  Please don't....," and she 
interrupted,

"Stop it Danny.  Stop it now.  Don't worry baby.  I know you're not a 
pervert honey. Every young, normal, healthy man masturbates.  There is 
nothing wrong with it.  In fact every one masturbates at some time or 
another and I would be worried if you didn't, because then you wouldn't be 
normal.  I still masturbate from time to time." That got my attention and I 
looked at her with a confused look and said,

"Aww, come on Mom. Everyone knows girls can't masturbate.  They don't have 
cocks!"

"Oh yes they do masturbate smart guy.  That's how much you know," she said.  
"They don't masturbate the same way that men do, but trust me, they do 
masturbate and they probably enjoy it a lot more than men do.  I see you 
still have a lot to learn, but don't worry honey, I'm going to teach you and 
help you.  Now calm down and tell me the truth.  Were you out in the hall 
masturbating on the way to the bathroom, maybe a little excited about your 
date with Becky tonight?  Has she been letting you fuck her?  Is that it 
baby?" Were you hoping to fuck Becky tonight and got so excited that you had 
to masturbate?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I knew I couldn't hide the truth anymore, and 
I started to cry as I totally surrendered and said,

"Oh god no Mom.  I haven't fucked Becky yet even though I would love to fuck 
her alright.  I'm sorry Mom.  I'm really sorry.  When I heard you in the 
shower I was only going to tell you that I had a date with Becky and didn't 
have time for dinner.  I didn't mean for it to happen, but I couldn't help 
myself.  When you suddenly opened the shower and stepped out completely 
naked with your eyes closed I guess I just went crazy.  Your body is 
fantastic.  When I saw those beautiful tits of yours that I have been 
dreaming about for so long wishing that I could suck them I just couldn't 
stop staring, and before I knew what had happened, I had my cock in my hand 
and was jacking it off.  And when I realized that you hadn't seen me yet, I 
pressed up against the wall and peeked out around the doorjamb.  I new it 
was wrong Mom, but I just couldn't stop myself.  Please don't hate me Mom...   
Please don't hate me.  I'll never...,"  I was crying and babbling on when Mom 
sat down next to me on the bed, put her arms around me and hugged me tight 
and said,

"Hush now my sweet. It's ok. It's ok love. Stop crying now and don't worry 
darling.  I'm not angry and I don't hate you.  I could never hate you.  I 
love you more than life itself. Remember sweetheart, you're my man and it's 
you and me, right?"  I looked up and nodded my head yes and Mom continued,

"In fact Danny, it really excites me and makes me tingle all over to know 
that your old Mom still has the kind of body and equipment to drive a man 
crazy.  You couldn't pay me a better compliment sweetheart than to tell me 
that it was my body that drove you to jack yourself off and not Becky 
Hazlett's big tits."  When she mentioned Becky's tits my eyes got big and 
she said,

"Don't look so surprised honey.  I know you and Timmy dream about sucking 
Becky's tits.  I've seen Becky in her cute cheerleader's outfit and I agree 
that she has a beautiful pair of tits and I would be very surprised and more 
than a little worried if you hadn't dreamed about sucking them."

I wiped my eyes and said, "Come on Mom you're not old.  You're the most 
beautiful woman in town.  I've seen the way men look at you when we are out 
and about together.  I love how they admire and stare at your body knowing 
how much they want you but can't have you because you belong to me.  Even my 
buddies think you're the hottest babe they have ever seen, although they 
don't dare say it to me because they know I would punch their lights out."

And Mom laughed and said, "Well you sure know how to sweet talk a woman now. 
It's been a very long time since a man called me a "babe" and I love it, but 
you need to learn not to spread it on too thick sweetie.  Don't you think 
you're going a little too far about your buddies?  Surely, they're a lot 
more interested in all those cute, fresh girls at school with their 
beautiful young figures and big tits like that Becky Hazlett you're so hot 
for."

"No Mom," I said.  "I'm not kidding.  I even had to knock Jeff Parsons down 
a couple of weeks ago and warn him to keep his mouth shut about you or I was 
going to really mess him up.  Timmy told me that he was telling some of the 
other guys that he would give anything to get in your pants.  And as for 
Becky, she's not anything special.  It's just that her tits are a little 
bigger than the rest of the girls in our class, but they're still just 
cupcakes compared to your bazongas."

Mom laughed again and said,  "Bazongas?!!! Well that's a new one on me and I 
think a nice compliment too, so that's the way I will take it dear.  But now 
we have a little unfinished business to take care of here.  Tell me Danny.  
How much did you see when I was in the bathroom?"

"Your whole body Mom," I said.  "I couldn't help it and it was beautiful."  
"No," Mom replied, continuing, "I'm ecstatic dear that you think my body is 
beautiful and exciting, but what I meant was how long were you watching me 
and what did you see me do?"

"I saw everything Mom," I said.  "From the time you stepped out of the 
shower and threw the towel over your head to dry your hair until you started 
feeling yourself up in front of the mirror and then started finger fucking 
yourself and finally began licking and sucking your cunt juice off your 
fingers.  By then I was so crazy out of my mind with lust for your body that 
I wanted to jump out from behind the wall and throw you down and fuck you 
right there on the bathroom floor, but I was out of my head Mom.  I would 
never have really done that Mom."

By then my cock had subsided again and was almost back to it's normal 
flaccid state. Only the last half-inch of the tip was still sticking out of 
my fly.  But talking about what I had seen Mom do in the bathroom and 
telling her how I wanted to fuck her started to get me excited again and my 
cock started to get hard again.

Mom nodded and muttered kind of to herself, "I wish you had...," and I said, 
"What did you say Mom? What did you mean...?"  But she shook her head like she 
had just made some decision, got up and turned to face me and said,  "Never 
mind dear. We have a problem to solve right now."  And then she said,

Sweetie, I don't mind the fact that you were masturbating because my body 
excited you.  It pleases me greatly honey that my body excites you so much 
that it makes you want to masturbate.  But we really have two problems dear. 
  The first is that you were spying on me and that wasn't nice.  I 
understand that the sight of my naked tits and pussy were so erotic and 
exciting to you that you lost control for a moment.  But that still doesn't 
excuse you for continuing to hide and peek at me, watching me feel up my 
body and finger fuck myself for my pleasure.  So far you have gotten to see 
me completely naked and watched me do a lot of really exciting stuff as 
well, like masturbating myself.  That deserves some kind of punishment I 
think."

My eyes got big when she said she was masturbating, and she continued, 
"That's right Danny.  That's what I was doing when I was finger fucking 
myself.  I was masturbating trying to get myself off on a good orgasm.  Like 
I said sweetie, girls masturbate too and finger fucking is one of the ways 
we masturbate.  We also have other ways of masturbating too.  But I will 
teach you about those some other time.  So you see sweetie, you still have a 
lot to learn.  But now, the second problem is, that while you have had all 
the fun viewing my complete naked body and watching me masturbate myself, 
all I have gotten to see so far is a very short 2 or 3 inches of your cock 
sticking out of your pants.  Now I don't think that's very fair, do you?"

I said, "Gee Mom, when you put it that way, I guess not.  But I didn't mean 
for it to happen and besides how can we make something like that fair 
anyway?"

Mom smiled and said, "I'm glad you asked.  Now here's what we're going to do 
to try and even things up.  Take off your shirt and stand up and drop your 
pants and shorts. You saw me completely naked and so now I'm going to get to 
see you completely naked.  And then you're going to beat your meat for me so 
I can watch you masturbate just like you were watching me.  Fair is fair.  I 
think that will even the score for now."

I got up, suddenly self-conscious about taking my clothes off in front of my 
mother and said,  "Aww Mom, I don't know about this. Do I have to? It's 
embarrassing Mom."  She said,

"Yes you have to dear.  This will make you think twice before you try any 
more "peeping tom" stuff with me or any body else again.  Come on now sport. 
  Quit stalling and drop those pants.  You'll get over your embarrassment 
quick enough."

I turned away from her and pulled my shirt up over my head and then reached 
down and unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and shorts to the floor.  I 
heard Mom suck in her breath as she said,

"Not bad Danny, not bad at all.  You're in really great shape honey...nice 
muscular back and great tight buns.  Now turn around and let me see the 
rest."

The whole bit that she was doing with me had really excited me and my cock 
was by then as hard as it had ever been and was standing up stiffly at about 
a 20 degree angle from the horizontal.  I turned around to face Mom and 
heard her sharply suck in her breath as my cock swung around and her eyes 
focused on it.  She just stared at my cock and a strange intense look swept 
over her face as if she were not there anymore and she whispered more to 
herself than me,

"My god, it's huge.  It's already bigger than Herb's was, and you're still a 
growing boy."

I knew I had a pretty good sized cock that measured slightly over 7-1/2 when 
fully erect, but I never thought that was anything special. (In case you're 
wondering it's 8-1/4 inches long now that I'm fully grown). I mean I didn't 
know anything at that time about how big an average man's cock was so I 
never thought too much about it.  But seeing the reaction on my mother's 
face made we understand that it must be pretty special.  So it made me feel 
really good, cocky, and confident and I began to think that if I played this 
out right maybe I would get to fuck Mom.  So I grinned and said,

"Not bad, huh Mom."

And she said "Oh baby it's magnificent. You just don't know.  It takes my 
breath away. Would it be ok if I could... would you mind... Uh, uh, I mean 
uh...,  can I just touch it... just for a minute... please?"

This stammering by Mom was totally unexpected by me.  I had become used to 
her always being very confident and positive in all her actions and speech.  
But then it dawned on me that she was really excited by my cock and wanted 
it so much that she was unsure of herself, afraid of scaring me to the point 
of refusing.  That knowledge sent a huge shot of pride and self-confidence 
through me and I heard myself cockily
reply to her request,

"Sure Mom, but only if you let me touch and feel your pussy.  Fair is fair. 
Isn't that what you said?"  My mind was flying again as I began thinking 
about my next move to get Mom to let me fuck her.

Mom didn't even blink or hesitate a second as she quickly ripped off her 
towel and said,  "Oh yes honey.  That's more than fair darling," and then 
reached out to hold my cock in her hand.  At the same time I reached out and 
began stroking her still wet pussy and smoothly inserted two fingers into 
her cunt and began massaging it.

"Oh my, my sweetheart. You already know what to do with it now, don't you."  
And she moved a half step closer to me so that the end of my cock was 
rubbing the inner valley of her pussy.  Then she whispered in my ear and 
said, "Honey, I was going to ask you to beat off that beautiful cock of 
yours so I could see you masturbate like you saw me masturbating when I was 
finger fucking myself in the bathroom.  But I'll understand if you don't 
want to do that right now.  So would it be all right if we lay down here 
next to each other for a bit so I can just hold on to your beautiful cock 
for a little while.  Then we'll be all even again and you won't have to 
masturbate for me if you don't want to."

I could see that Mom was breathing hard and was obviously very excited by my 
big cock and wanted it in her cunt, but I also knew that I would have to 
play this just right and make her feel like she was still in charge but 
somehow get her to beg for my cock just like she would do in my fantasies 
and so I said, "You bet Mom.  That's more than fair and I would love to lay 
down and just hold you for a while too."

We laid down on my bed on our sides facing each other with Mom on her left 
side still holding my cock in her hand and me on my right side continuing to 
slowly slide the two fingers of my left hand in and out of her cunt.  We lay 
there like that for maybe half an hour not saying anything with our mouths 
but saying a lot with our hands.  Mom was lying there facing me with her 
eyes closed and this beautiful contented smile on her face and moaning 
softly as she gently massaged my cock while moving her fingers around on it 
exploring every part of it including my balls.  She would occasionally move 
her hand down to carefully caress and massage them and use her fingers to 
feel the shape of each testicle and gently squeeze it to feel it slip-slide 
away and then lightly scratch my cum sac with her fingernails before moving 
back to caress my cock.

I continued to slowly and gently slide my fingers in and out of her cunt 
occasionally stopping to gently squeeze it.  I found her clit with my thumb 
and was lightly caressing it and feeling it swell under my touch.

I wasn't able to do much with my right hand except stroke her back and 
caress and squeeze her buns since Mom was lying on that arm as she lay on 
her side facing me. Her left tit was pressing into my right shoulder where I 
couldn't easily reach it, but her right tit was up right in front of my 
face.  I whispered,

"Oh Mom, your tits are so beautiful.  God I have dreamed about sucking their 
smooth, creamy, soft skin.  Could I suck your tits Mom, please?"

And she sighed, "Oh my god, yes, yes.  Suck my tits baby.  Suckle those 
nipples. Roll them around on your tongue.  Suck mommy's titties angel.  Suck 
'em dry."  And I reached out with my mouth and clamped on to that beautiful 
light brown circle of flesh on the end of that tit and began gently sucking. 
  I could feel her flesh start to pucker up to fit the shape of my mouth as 
my tongue flicked out and found that soft delectable nipple and began to 
lick and roll it around on my tongue until it grew big and firm. Then I 
clamped it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth and settled down to 
suckling on that luscious mouth full of soft flesh.  I was in heaven and Mom 
was starting to breathe deeper and moaning louder and after a few minutes 
started to hump her hips up against my crotch.

After a few more minutes of this I could feel the cum starting to stir in my 
balls again and whimpered hoarsely to Mom, "Oh Mom, please..., please Mom... I 
need to... need to...," and Mom said,

"Go ahead baby. Say it. Say it.  What do you need?... you can tell mommy.... 
don't be afraid... tell mommy what you need and you can have it... anything 
baby..."

She was writhing now and licking my face, and I finally got it out and said, 
"God Mom, I'm sorry, but I need to fuck you... please let me fuck you now... I 
want you so bad...," and she said,

"Yes, yes, yes... fuck me baby. Fuck me right now... shove that big hot 
beautiful cock deep into my cunt... slam it in me and fuck my brains out.  
Hurry darling, hurry. Oh God, how I want your cock deep in my cunt."

I quickly pulled back from her a few inches and pushed my cock into her 
pussy and started shoving but it wouldn't go in and I frantically began 
punching at her pussy with my stiff cock trying to enter her cunt when Mom 
said,  "Hold on baby, hold on while I help you. Your aim is just a little 
off."  Then she grabbed my cock and placed the tip right up against the soft 
warm sucking entrance to her cunt and said, "Now ram it home baby.  Ram it 
deep and fill your mama's cunt up with that fabulous stiff piece of hot 
throbbing flesh.  Take me baby!  Take me and possess me as your woman!"  And 
that's what I did.

I rammed my cock as hard as I could into Mom's cunt and felt it sliding in 
all the way to the root and heard Mom cry out, "Oh, oh, oh, Unh, unh,... God 
it's huge", and she started to moan and cry out,  "Fuck me baby!  Fuck me!  
But I didn't hear her because the deed was done!  My cock was in Mom!  She 
had begged me to slam my cock deep into her beautiful cunt that up to now I 
had only dreamt about in my wildest fantasies.  I was oblivious to 
everything but how ecstatically good it felt to be pumping my cock in and 
out of Mom's cunt and hearing her cry out begging for more of my cock.  I 
felt like a superman.  Mom had begged me to possess her and I was ravishing 
her magnificent cunt.

Mom was scratching my back with her fingernails and digging them into my 
buns as she began to push her cunt up to meet the powerful thrusts of my 
hard cock and was starting to really moan louder when she suddenly cried 
out,"ow, ow,ow ..." in rapid succession and then grabbed the cheeks of my ass 
and pulled me up tight against her cunt so I couldn't easily pump my cock in 
her cunt and said, "Slow down baby, slow down.  God you're so big and 
powerful that I need to let my cunt stretch a bit.  I have never been fucked 
like this before.  Let's just lay here a little while now and let me enjoy 
the feeling of your cock in my cunt and let it relax and stretch a little. 
It's been such a very, very long time for me.  Doesn't it feel good to you 
sweetheart?"

I said, "Oh Mom it feels fantastic.  I never dreamed it would feel so good 
to be in a cunt. I feel like I am in heaven."

Mom chuckled, and said, "Yes, it is just like heaven, isn't it my love.  But 
what do you mean you never dreamed it could be so good to be in a cunt?  You 
are magnificent my darling.  But surely this can't be the first cunt that 
magic tool of yours has ever possessed.   If you haven't fucked Becky yet, 
surely some lucky young fresh cunt has tasted the power of your cock?  It 
knows just how to totally possess a cunt."

"Gee Mom, I hope you aren't mad at me but this is my first time. I've been 
trying to get Becky to let me fuck her for months now, but so far all she 
has let me do is feel up her pussy.  I haven't even gotten to finger fuck 
her yet."   Mom exclaimed,

"Oh my god... I never suspected... I mean I never dreamed...., you mean I am your 
first!!.  Oh that's wonderful sweetheart!.  Oh god baby, you don't know how 
happy that makes me."  And she began to smother my face with kisses.

We just lay there for a while with my cock in her cunt kissing and stroking 
each other.  I can't begin to describe the state of euphoria I was in.  I 
was fucking my mother, and she had begged me to do it just like she did in 
my fantasies, and she was enjoying it more than any other fucking she had 
ever had before.  That was the moment I think everything changed between us. 
I no longer felt like a little boy, unsure of himself, dreaming and 
fantasizing about feeling up girls, and afraid of failing to satisfy them 
and have them laugh at him when he did.  Now I felt supremely confident.  I 
was a man and this woman in my bed was my woman; the woman I took and so 
totally possessed that she begged me to take her again and again.  Yes, she 
was my mother.  But more importantly, I was her man and she was totally my 
woman!

After a few minutes I could feel Mom's cunt starting to relax and she 
started to slowly flex her hips in and out against my cock, and I matched 
her rhythm making my cock begin to slide smoothly in and out of her cunt.  
Mom said,

"That feels wonderful baby.  That's it baby... just take it slow and easy and 
let that wave of delicious feeling build...just like surfing darling... climb 
that wave and ride it till it crashes... God I've never ever had it this good... 
Your cock is filling every part of my cunt... Can you feel it baby?... Do you 
like it too sweetie.?."

"Oh yes Mom. It makes me feel hot all over with little tingly shocks running 
all through me and out through my cock.  God it's so good."

Mom said, "That's right lover. Just take it nice and smooth and easy and 
ride the wave baby, just ride the wave and let it carry you to the ultimate 
crest of sheer ecstasy..."

And as we continued to slide my cock in and out of her cunt, we let the wave 
of our rhythm increase in intensity and speed until I could feel the cum 
boiling up out of my balls and I started to cry out,

"I'm getting ready to cum Mama... It's coming Mama...  I can feel it coming...," 
and mom replied,

"Let it rip baby, shoot your hot cum into my cunt, fill me up lover, shove 
that cock in as deep as you can get it, I want to feel your cum in my throat 
and taste it on my tongue, fuck me baby, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck your 
mama like she's never been fucked before..."

And then my cock exploded shooting load after load of hot cum into my mama's 
cunt and  as I cried out in ecstasy I could hear Mama crying out,

"Oh, Oh, Ohhhhh...I can feel that hot cum filling me up,  shoot it to me baby, 
don't ever stop,... I can feel your hot smooth cock sauce filling every empty 
space in my cunt,... I'm cumming, God how I'm cummingggg, Oh my God, Oh my 
God, I'm cummmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnggggg......,"and her cunt muscles squeezed tightly 
all around my cock, she began clawing at my buns pulling them even tighter 
up against her cunt, and her hips began to wildly buck out of control as she 
was throwing her cunt as hard as she could up against my cock almost 
throwing me off the bed as she went over the top of her orgasmic wave. I 
think the only thing keeping me from falling off was the tight grip her cunt 
had on my cock.

We lay there in each other's arms for a long time with my cock still in her 
cunt slowly getting flaccid as we came down off of our twin orgasms.  
Finally, she said to me in between breaths,

"That was one wonderful, wild ride angel.  God was it good."  She was still 
breathing hard and I said,

"I hope I was ok Mom.  I didn't mean to hurt you at the beginning." Mom 
laughed at me and said,

"Sweetheart, you were more than ok.  You were fantastic baby. I have never 
been possessed and fucked so completely as that, never!"  Then she giggled a 
bit and said, "But you did have a little trouble finding the right hole 
there at the beginning until I gave you a little help, but that's to be 
expected for the first time.

As soon as you get a little more practice under your belt, which, don't' 
worry, I will take care of, you won't have any trouble hitting the target 
the first time every time.  And I suspect as soon as Becky lets you into her 
love box to win the World Series and finds out how good you are and spreads 
the word among all the rest of those hot young honeys that you are going to 
be getting lots of target practice  hitting the center of those sweet young 
cunts."

"Mom!  I don't believe you said that", I said.  You're the only woman for me 
from now on out.  Those giggly school girls have nothing that I want 
anymore.  You're the only woman I ever want.  I love you mom and I'm yours 
forever.  I'll never have another woman before you.  And how do you know 
what the World Series means anyway? You haven't been spying on me, have you 
Mom?"

Mom said, "Well, as for the World Series, no, I haven't been spying on you 
dear.  But I do know all about the system you and your teammates use for 
keeping score on how far into a girls' pants you get.  Karen Driscoll told 
me all about it. She learned all about it one afternoon when she overheard 
Timmy and Jeff Parsons beating off together in the basement while they were 
looking at some of Fred Driscoll's porno magazines and talking about their 
success with some of the girls and which ones they wanted to fuck the most 
first.  Karen has been my best friend ever since Dad died and she
thought I ought to know how horny and randy all you young studs were 
getting.  So you would be amazed how much us Mom's already know about you 
young studs sweetie.

For example, I already knew how much Jeff Parsons wanted to fuck me because 
Karen heard him say so that afternoon and told me to be careful.  I don't 
worry about that stuff though.  It's perfectly normal for horny young men to 
lust after good looking, sexy women and brag about it among themselves.  I'm 
just happy that I can still attract that kind of lust in a man.  But I still 
love you for defending my honor darling."

"And as for not ever wanting any other women, "Sweetheart, I know you love 
me darling, and I love you too, and I'll always be here for you to fuck any 
time you want or need me day or night every day if that's what you need.  
But, Danny honey I also want you to have a normal happy life and grow into a 
strong, confident man who knows how to love a woman with tenderness and 
respect and make her love you and to be your lover and want to have your 
babies and keep your home and  family.

Dive in to life Danny.  Have fun, chase the pretty girls, and if you catch a 
few and they want you to, and let you, then fuck their little brains out, 
but always with tenderness and respect.  Don't deny yourself.  I will always 
love you darling.  No one will ever love you more than I do, and I will 
always be your woman, companion, confidant, teacher, advisor, sex partner 
and anything else that you want me to be my love, whenever and wherever you 
want me, for as long as you want me.  But I'm also your mother baby, and two 
things I cannot be; your wife and the woman who has your babies.

I know you know that sweetheart. So let's not have any more of this talk 
about giving up all the things that make life exciting and fun for a young 
man, like beautiful young ladies who are hot to trot after his body and are 
anxious for you to possess theirs.  So enjoy the feast sweetie and fuck as 
many of them as you can before the one meant for you captures your heart.  
And when the pickings get scarce from time to time, you can always fuck me 
darling.  I'm your sex slave now baby, and I will never deny you my cunt.  
Ok darling? Is it a deal?"

And Mom gave me a big smile and planted a very wet French kiss on me 
exploring my mouth and tongue with her probing tongue.  That was a man and 
woman kiss and not a mother and son kiss!

When I came up for air, I said, "Ok Mom. I know you're right and yes, it's a 
deal.  But it's going to take one very, very special woman, almost a super 
woman, to make me ever want to leave your bed and your fantastic cunt and 
tits.  So I wouldn't lose any sleep worrying about it."

Mom laughed and said, "Well now it's a good thing that's settled because I 
don't think I will have to worry about getting any sleep any time soon for 
sure if that stirring I feel in my cunt is what I think it is.  What do you 
think love?"

By now I was flying.  All my inhibitions and old fears that my mother would 
catch me doing shameful perverted things were gone forever and I gave her a 
lecherous smile as I said, "I think mommy dear, that I am now going to fuck 
your brains out!...," as I rolled her on to her back and settled in between 
her legs and started to thrust my cock deep in to her cunt.

Mom giggled and said, "Perfect answer lover, perfect answer.  Shove it to me 
hard and deep."  She sighed deeply as I pushed my cock into her cunt as deep 
as it would go and then as an afterthought she said, "And for your first 
lesson lover, this position sweetie is called the missionary position and 
it's perfect for sucking my tits while you fuck me.  So go ahead and give it 
a try baby.  I think you'll like it.  I know I'll love it."

Well, I could go on and on and on about the details of all the wild 
passionate love making my Mom and I had with each other that night. That 
will have to wait for another story. But that's how I lost my virginity with 
mother.  We spent about another six hours in each other's arms that night 
before we became totally exhausted. I think I fucked her over 20 times and 
we each had so many orgasms that we lost count.  It was a night that will 
live with me forever filled with tenderness and joy and all kinds of 
fucking, soft soulful fucking, playful fucking, wild violent fucking, and 
discovery fucking as we experimented with different positions.  She taught 
me how to fuck her doggie style, cowgirl style where she rode my cock with 
me on my back, and lap fucking with her sitting on my lap with her cunt 
stuffed full with my cock.

The last thing that happened that I know you will enjoy reading about 
occurred at about 2:00 o'clock in the morning.  We had just finished another 
round of really good fucking and were laying there in each other's arms 
totally exhausted and starting to finally drift off to sleep, when I vaguely 
felt Mom take my soft, spent dick into her hand and whisper in my ear,

"Are you asleep yet dear?"  I mumbled, "Not yet Mom, but almost."  Then she 
said, "I just want to tell you sweetheart that this was the most wonderful 
exciting night I have ever had.  My heart is singing with my love for you 
and I'm so happy that I, your mother,  am the first woman you chose to 
satisfy your needs.  You were wonderful my love, but mother's have needs too 
sweetheart, and I still have one little lingering need that I so want to 
satisfy with you before this night is over.  I know you're tired honey, but 
I hope you won't mind helping me with this one little need of mine 
sweetheart?"

And before I could answer she wrapped her lips around my semi-hard cock, and 
began gently sucking on it to make it hard again.  This was the first time 
that she had ever had my cock in her mouth.  It was as if I had been hit 
with a bolt of lighting.  Every nerve ending in my body was on fire.  I 
finally was getting to feel that intense surge of pleasure that until now I 
had only read about in the pages of Playboy and Hustler when they described 
how sluts and whores would suck the cocks of their men driving them to peaks 
of ecstasy that I could only imagine.  But this was not my imagination. It 
was my mother and not some slut or whore who had my cock in her mouth!  The 
reality of my mother's mouth sucking my cock, caressing it with her hot 
tongue and gently nibbling at the head and glans with her teeth was driving 
me into a state of such sheer ecstasy that far exceeded any that I could 
have ever imagined.

After a few minutes of this mind blowing cock sucking just as I though I was 
going to blow my load down her throat, she stopped sucking for a moment and 
turned her face up to me with the most evil, sultry, languid look I have 
ever seen staring straight into my eyes and said in a low throaty voice,

"And now baby, I want to taste that wonderful cock sauce of yours.  I want 
you to fill my mouth with your hot cum so I can savor its taste and smooth 
creamy texture and swallow it down my throat and feel it slithering and 
sliding all over my insides as it spreads and  coats my throat and every 
part of my insides all over.  I need to have your hot, manly cock sauce 
inside every part of my body my darling.  Fill me up baby.  Empty your balls 
into your mother's mouth."

And then shifting into a sweet little innocent high pitched girlish voice 
she smiled coyly like a little girl and said,

"Do you think you can do that for mommy baby?  Do you think you can do just 
that one little thing for your sweet little mommy?"

By then I was so wild with lust and desire for mom I couldn't speak and just 
grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock back into her mouth and she 
began to both jack it off and suck it off at the same time until I soon 
exploded in at least five huge loads of cum which she managed to swallow 
without losing a drop.

When I finished shooting my thick wads of hot cum, she continued sucking and 
squeezing the length of my cock to make sure she drained every last residual 
drop still remaining in my piss hole just like you squeeze a tube of 
toothpaste to get the last bit of toothpaste.  Afterwards she gave me a sexy 
satisfied smile with her cum coated lips, and said,

"Well you never answered mommy sweetie, but no matter, I think it's obvious 
that you didn't mind at all helping mommy with her little need.  That was 
the most delicious cock sauce I have ever had.  So don't you dare ever waste 
any of it jacking off again whenever I'm around sweetheart.  I'll always be 
ready at anytime, anywhere to suck your beautiful cock and milk it of that 
wonderful cock sauce. Will you promise that for me sweetie?"

And I answered breathlessly, "Oh yes mom, yes, yes!  I promise. I promise!"

Then she laid her head down on the pillow next to me, cuddled her head in 
the hollow of my neck and shoulder, and reached over and wrapped her fingers 
softly around my now completely limp dick and closed her eyes and sighed and 
drifted off to sleep.

I lay beside her while she gently held my dick in her hand, and watched her 
beautiful contented face, smiling with those luscious cum soaked lips drift 
off into sleep. It was the most wonderful and satisfied feeling that I have 
ever had and I will never forget it. I made a secret vow to myself that no 
matter what she said, no other woman would ever come before my mother in my 
heart and that her needs would always come first, whatever they were and for 
as long as she lived.  I have never broken that vow and I never will.

That was the wondrous night I lost my virginity to my mother.

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Epilogue

And so began Kristen, the long and satisfying sexual relationship with my 
mother that has lasted now for quite a few years and is still ongoing.  For 
the first four or five weeks after that fabulous Friday night, Mom and I 
made love almost every night, sometimes in her bed and sometimes in my bed.  
But no matter whose bed we were in, when we were sated and it was time to go 
to sleep the one who was not in their own bed would always leave to return 
to their own bed and we slept alone.

Then one night when I was in Mom's bed after just finishing several hours of 
soft, tender fucking and sucking with her, I started to get up and return to 
my room and Mom stopped me saying,

"Don't go darling.  Stay here and sleep with me.  I want to feel your warm 
strong body against mine.  Come and cuddle with me so I can feel your touch 
and smell your strong masculine scent.  It makes me feel so loved and safe 
when I'm in your arms."

And so I lay down next to Mom with the front of my body curled up snug 
against her back so that my cock rested in the crack of her ass cheeks with 
my arm around her cuddling her breast in my hand.  Mom sighed softly and 
said,  "Oh that feels wonderful my love, just wonderful...." As her voice 
drifted away and she fell asleep.

From that night on, that's the way Mom and I slept in each other's arms 
every night for the next ten years, until the night before my wedding.  
During those ten years Mom made me understand that a real man doesn't have 
to act macho and tough around his woman to prove he is a man, and he for 
sure doesn't treat his woman as something to just have around as a 
receptacle to ram his cock into or a ready mouth to suck it off whenever he 
feels like getting his rocks off. Instead she made me understand that a real 
man isn't afraid to be warm and loving to his woman treating her with 
respect and having the same consideration for her needs and feelings as he 
does for his own.

Mom taught me that if I wanted to be loved by a woman and have her willingly 
and lovingly satisfy my every sexual need, then I had to first learn to give 
her the love and pleasure she needed.  Mom patiently taught me how to make 
tender passionate love to a woman which is the greatest gift she has given 
me- more valuable than all the individual sex act instructions she gave me 
on how to suck a woman's clit, or how to tongue lick her cunt to get the 
pussy juices flowing, or how to delay my orgasm when fucking my woman until 
she could have hers, or how to coordinate my thrusting with a woman's 
sucking when she was sucking on my cock, or how not to always ram my cock as 
deep into the back of a woman's mouth as I could when she was sucking my 
cock, but instead leave some room for her to accept my load of cum and roll 
it around on her tongue savoring it's texture and taste without choking 
before swallowing it, learning the best fucking positions for getting max 
penetration of my woman's cunt, or for fucking and stroking her clit at the 
same time, and so on.

I guess Kristen, that there will be some people who will read my story and 
will not understand the kind of relationship I have had with my mother that 
I have tried to describe.  They will think that my mother was just a very 
smart, devious woman who knew how to take advantage of a young boy's 
insecurities and youthful overpowering sex drive to maneuver him into 
thinking that he had seduced his mother when in reality the reverse was 
true, and his mother had actually seduced and possessed him in order to make 
him her private sex toy for her sexual satisfaction with little or no 
concern for the healthy development of his psyche and self image as a man.  
In their minds she will have only turned me into something almost as bad as 
the pervert that I once was afraid that I might be becoming, and that's a 
low life motherfucker.

Well, that's alright I guess.  I can't help what people with closed minds 
will think about me and Mom.  I suppose the truth is that I am a 
motherfucker.  But I know who I am inside, and I don't mind the label. The 
funny thing is that when I used to trade friendly insults with my buddies 
when we were kids and one of them would call me a motherfucker, it used to 
make me really fighting mad.  Now when somebody tries to insult me by 
calling me a motherfucker, I just smile at them and think to myself,

"If you only knew,... you would be a motherfucker too!"

I have been married now for two years to my beautiful wife, Linda.  She is a 
stunningly sexy 25 year old woman who stole my heart just like Mom said 
would happen one day.  Linda knows all about Mom and me and thinks it is a 
beautiful story and loves it that I'm such a loving, caring son to my 
mother. She has no problem with Mom and I sleeping together every once in a 
while on occasion and has told Mom that she doesn't even have to wait for me 
to come to her for a little fucking, and that anytime Mom feels the need for 
my cock to fill her cunt and mouth with my cock sauce that she is always 
welcome in our home to fuck my brains out.

Mom still lives in the home where I grew up and we became lovers.  It's only 
about 6 miles away across town from where Linda and I live now and it only 
takes about 15 minutes to get to our house.  So it would be easy for Mom to 
take advantage of Linda's offer anytime she felt like it.  But she has 
limited her overnight visits to not more than 3 or 4 times a month because 
she respects that Linda is now my wife, the woman of my house and home, and 
is now my primary sex partner and she never wants to intrude on our
relationship.

Linda loves my mother even more for her consideration in always deferring to 
Linda as the first woman in my life now, and really looks forward to her 
visits because we all end up sleeping together in the same bed and she and 
Mom take turns fucking and sucking me and occasionally jacking me off for a 
change of pace until they have drained me of all my strength and energy.  
(Mom likes to jack me off with my cock pointing straight up to see how high 
my cock shoots my cum into the air and then she likes to catch it in her 
mouth when it comes back down.  When it misses her mouth and hits her 
somewhere on her face, Linda just loves to lick it off.)

Linda is especially appreciative of the way that Mom has taught her some of 
her special cock sucking techniques for using her tongue on the head of my 
cock to heighten the intensity of my orgasms as I pump her mouth full of my 
cum.  Sometimes they make it a playful contest to see how fast they can 
reduce me to a totally limp and spent state, and then when they have totally 
worn me out they play with each other doing lesbian stuff, like sucking each 
others tits and engaging in 69 style mutual pussy eating and cunt sucking.

Linda told me that she first found out she was a bisexual in college when 
she and her roommate used to eat each other almost every night before they 
went to sleep and she learned to enjoy pussy juice almost as much as she 
loves cock sauce.  So she really likes eating my mom's pussy and cunt, 
especially since she knows that any delectable cock sauce that she finds 
with her mouth and tongue in Mom's cunt, could only have been deposited 
there by my cock.

Mom is not as experienced at pussy eating and cunt sucking as Linda is, as 
the only time she really ate out any other women were on the occasions that 
she and Dad engaged in group sex parties with their swingers club. (That's 
another story that Mom told me about several years after we became lovers 
that I could write about).  Anyway, Linda says she really enjoys teaching 
Mom how to properly eat pussy and suck cunt.

Linda now says if we ever have a son she intends to teach him how to make 
love to a woman and teach him all of the special little sex tricks that will 
maximize her pleasure just as mom did with me, and she hopes he will be just 
as loving and supportive to her as I am with Mom.  I said that would be 
great and maybe we could work as a team and I could demonstrate the 
techniques for him on Linda while he watched before he performed them with 
Linda to practice and develop his own technique and style. Linda said that 
would be fantastic and so I'm hard at work now fucking Linda at every
opportunity to keep her cunt as full of my cum as possible to get her 
pregnant as fast as we can.

When Mom heard about the idea, she became very excited about it and asked 
Linda if she could help with teaching our son her special fucking, cock 
sucking, and cunt eating techniques as she is only 42 now and would still 
only be 55 or 56 by the time her grandson would be ready to begin an active 
sex life. Linda said she would love to have Mom help her with our son's and 
mom's grandson's sexual training.  In fact she said that the three of us 
would make a perfect training team because Mom and I could demonstrate good 
fucking, cock sucking, and cunt eating techniques at the same time our son 
would be performing them on Linda and he could see in real time the correct 
way to fuck and suck his Mom's cunt.  Mom is so excited about the idea that 
she is totally focused now on getting Linda knocked up.

The only downside to all of this for me right now is that Mom says I have to 
dedicate all my fucking to Linda until Linda gets pregnant and Mom is 
cutting me off with no more fucking and sucking with her until Linda is at 
least three months pregnant with our son.  That's been six weeks now and I'm 
really starting to feel the pressure of not being able to enjoy Mom's 
special cock sucking talents and her amazing ability to control her cunt 
muscles to squeeze my cock tight to intensify my orgasms.

When I complain about not being able to fuck her, all she says is that it's 
hard for her too because she has to give up my cock filling her cunt and my 
enthusiastic cunt sucking technique that she loves so much, but that we both 
have to be strong to maximize the chances of getting Linda knocked up.  She 
promised that when Linda gets too pregnant to have heavy duty sex, that she 
will make it up to me with as much fucking and cock sucking as I can stand- 
every night if that's what I need, until our son is born and Linda's cunt 
recovers.


But if that isn't hard enough to take, she has been bugging the piss out of 
me calling me at work and later at home 2 or 3 times a day wanting to know 
if I have fucked Linda yet today and no matter what answer I give it's never 
good enough.

If I say, "Not yet Mom, I overslept and there wasn't time this morning." She 
jumps all over me telling me to get my ass in gear and go home for a nooner 
and start pumping my wife full of cum.  If I say, "Yes mom, I fucked her 
this morning before I came to work."  Then she would say, "Well make sure 
you fuck her again as soon as you get home and then fuck her again when you 
go to bed tonight."

If she calls in the evening and I say I have already fucked Linda twice 
today and I'm on the couch watching the football game on TV, she would say, 
"Well fuck her at half time and then fuck her again when you go to bed. This 
is important son. You have to keep her cunt as full of cum as you can all 
the time."  And I would say. "Ok Mom," hang up the phone and look at Linda 
and say, "Come on Linda, back to bed.  Mom says I have to fuck you again 
right now."

Linda would laugh and say, "You poor, poor baby, don't worry honey pie, I'll 
be gentle with you.  In fact, this time I'll just let you lay there on your 
back and I'll climb on top into the saddle and ride that big beautiful cock 
of yours and do all the work.  And as I hump your cock, all you have to do 
is just suck my tits and fill my cunt with your special cock sauce, and then 
afterwards I will sit on your face so you can leisurely eat my pussy while 
your cock recovers it's charge.  And when you've had your fill of my sweet 
cunt juice, I'll suck your cock and balls dry of that fresh new charge of 
wonderful, tasty cock sauce.  Does that sound like a deal to you baby? Would 
you like that honey pie?"  Then she would look down at my rock hard cock 
poking out through my shorts
and say, "Never mind honey pie, I can see that you do!"

Life, Kristen, is indeed beautiful.

All my love,

Dan Cutler

P.S.  In case you're wondering what happened between me an Becky Hazlett 
after I stood her up for Mom that night, as you might suspect, she was 
furious with me.  Mom and I spent the entire weekend in bed fucking and 
sucking each other and the next time I saw Becky was on Monday morning at 
school.  She didn't even give me a chance to open my mouth when she stormed 
up to me and said,

"Damn you Danny for standing me up like that!  You made me look like a fool 
and I won't ever forget it.  In case you're wondering you asshole, I was 
going to let you score a grand slam homer and was planning on later letting 
you be the one to break my cherry and win the World Series with me!  You can 
be damn sure that now you will never get a piece of my cunt you bastard!  
I'm going to give my cherry to Jeff Parsons."  And she left in a furious 
huff.

I guess I had a hang dog look on my face when I got home that afternoon and 
Mom said, "What's the matter honey?  You look like you just lost your best 
friend." And I said,

"Almost as bad Mom.  I forgot all about the date I had on Friday night with 
Becky and she was not too happy about being stood up especially in front of 
our whole gang who were all there going to the movies also."  Then I went on 
to tell her everything that Becky said to me.

Mom said, "I'm so sorry sweetheart.  I know you really like her a lot and 
really want to fuck her in the worst way.  Don't you sweetie?"  I said, 
"Yeah, that's right, but I guess I can kiss that goodbye for good now.  That 
jerk, Jeff Parsons, is probably going to get that prize now.  But who cares 
anyway.  I got the best prize in the whole world right here," and I patted 
and squeezed my Mom's soft ass and hugged her tight.  Mom giggled and said,

"Don't give up so easy honey.  Becky is your girl and you fight for her. I'm 
sure she would still rather give her cherry to you than anybody else, but 
right now she is just a little mad and hurt at being stood up in front of 
all her friends. What we need to do is to find a good reason for her to 
forgive you that will allow her to save face.  Maybe I can help.  I have an 
idea that might work.  So let me see what I can do."

Well Mom got on the phone to Becky and told her that she knew that Becky was 
very angry and then told her it was her (Mom's) fault that I missed my date 
with Becky.  She made up a story that when I got home that Friday afternoon 
I found Mom very ill with bad stomach and chest pains that kept getting so 
bad that she had to go to the hospital and I went with her of course.  Then 
when we got there she really got worse and they admitted her into the 
hospital because they were worried she was having some kind of heart problem 
and they needed to run a lot of tests.  And I stayed with her in her room 
all night Friday and all day and night on Saturday until they finally 
determined on Sunday morning that she had been suffering from a real bad 
case of food poisoning. Her condition improved enough to go home on Sunday 
afternoon.

Then Mom told her that I was really upset with myself for embarrassing Becky 
the way I did, but that I was so worried about Mom that I just forgot about 
everything else.  Well Mom did such a good job that Becky either really 
believed the story, or was at least happy to believe it as a good face 
saving reason for forgiving me.  I never found out which was true, but I 
didn't care because it worked.  The next day at school Becky came up to me 
and said,

"I'm really sorry for what I said to you Danny.  I didn't know about your 
mother being sick in the hospital and I understand what happened now.  I 
really didn't mean what I said about giving my cherry to Jeff.  I was just 
so mad at the time that I just wanted to hurt you like I thought you had 
hurt me.  Will you please forgive me?"

Well, Becky and I took up dating again right where we left off thanks to 
Mom.  I still had to work hard to get her to share her feminine charms with 
me and over the next couple of months she let me hit a lot of home runs with 
a few grand slam homers in the group, but no World Series wins.  I was 
beginning to think it would never happen and was getting tired of trying.  
But Mom said to hang in there because she had a feeling something would 
happen soon.

My 15th birthday came up soon after that and Mom threw a cookout birthday 
party for me and invited all my friends and their girlfriends.  Halfway 
through the evening when everyone was having a great time.  Some were 
dancing, some were paired off in other rooms making out and getting hand 
jobs and finger fucks and some were puffing on a little weed and telling 
jokes and stuff.  I was sitting with Mom watching Timmy dance a slow dance 
with Becky when Mom whispered in my ear,

"Why don't you take Becky up to your room to show her your etchings Danny.  
No one will miss you two for a while, I'm sure."

I looked at Mom quizzically, and said, "What etchings Mom?"  And then she 
gave me this funny perplexed look and said with exasperation, "Danny!...You 
know... your etchings damn it!"  "Don't you ever want to fuck that hot little 
cunt?"

And then it hit me.  I knew what Mom was suggesting and I said,

"Oh yeah Mom. Right.  My etchings... Great idea!"

To make a long story short, I said to Becky, "Let's go up to my room and 
make out for a little while sweetheart."  I didn't have to ask twice.  She 
just grabbed my hand and led the way. When we got into my room she just 
melted in my arms and said,  "Happy Birthday Danny honey," and dropped her 
skirt to the floor.  She wasn't wearing any panties and her pretty little 
pussy was staring me in the face when she said

"This is my birthday gift to you baby, my cherry.  I love you Danny and I 
want you to have it. No one else."

Well I took that cherry and it was very special.  It was my first time 
"flying solo" without my mother and I'm proud to say that Becky loved every 
minute of it, even having a big orgasm that first time she was fucked which 
is kind of unusual for a girl's cherry fuck.  Mom had taught me well on how 
to tenderly break a girl's cherry and fuck her easily and tenderly so that 
it wouldn't hurt her and she would enjoy the experience.  I was so good and 
Becky's orgasm was so intense that she made me fuck her a second time before 
we finally decided that we better go back to the party.

After the party was over and everyone had left and Mom and I were in bed 
playing with each other after a couple of good fucks and a cock sucking.  I 
asked her,

"Mom, you've been saying that you thought something special was going to 
happen between me and Becky for some time now.  I have a feeling that you 
and Becky planned this whole evening so I could have her cherry, didn't 
you?"

"Mom laughed softly and said, "No sweetheart, we didn't.  But you must 
remember that I know an awful lot about young girls and one of the things I 
know is that it's a very special thing for a girl to give her cherry to a 
man.  She will only ever have one cherry to give and she wants it to be with 
a very special young man on a very special occasion.  I could tell by 
watching you two together that Becky wanted you to have her cherry and I 
thought what better time for her to give it to you than on your birthday.

And I'm proud of you for the way you took it.  I listened for a little while 
outside your door while you were fucking her and it sounded like she was 
really enjoying it.  But I could tell for certain by the glow on her face 
and her loving smile as she came down the stairs with you that you had made 
her ecstatically happy.  You are going to be very popular very soon my love, 
and have your pick of all those sweet young pussies that are going to be 
hungering for your cock.  I hope you will still have time for your Mom 
darling."

Then I laughed, and said,  "Quit begging Mom.  You know that I will never 
tire of your cunt and body and will always have time for you first before 
anyone.  Now roll over on your stomach and stick your butt up in the air.  
This time I want to fuck you doggie style."

Mom giggled like a teenage girl and said in a little girl's voice as she 
rolled on to her stomach and stuck her sweet ass up,

"Oh Danny honey, you're so powerful and strong please don't hurt me with 
that great big hot cock of yours...", and then in her normal throaty sexy 
voice,

"Don't listen to that little cunt lover... ram that hot piece of stiff meat as 
far into my cunt as it will go and fuck me hard and fast until I scream for 
you to stop and then fuck me even harder!  Fill my cunt with your tasty cock 
sauce."

Now I ask you Kristen, what kind of woman would eagerly volunteer to help 
her man find a way to fuck another beautiful woman without an ounce of 
jealously or fear of losing him to the arms of the other woman.  The answer 
is a woman like my mother who loves her son totally and completely without 
any reservations and manifests that love as any other woman who deeply loves 
her man.

If my Mom was a devious, conniving woman who was just interested in seducing 
me and making me her sex slave just to satisfy her own sexual desires, would 
she have helped me to find a way to take Becky's cherry and later encourage 
me, and help me to find, and take delight in my fucking as many young cunts 
as I could conquer?  I think not!

So, to all those people who cannot acknowledge the beauty of the kind of 
unconditional incestuous and loving sexual relationship I have had and still 
have with my mother, I say to them, "Get a life and lighten up.  If you're a 
Mom, give your son a cum eating blow job, and if you're a son, suck out you 
Mom's cunt and then cock fuck her brains out.  You'll both feel a lot better 
about it and be a whole lot happier in the honest expression of love for 
each other that you have probably been suppressing all your lives."

That's my Mom and my woman Kristen, and I love them both to death.

The End... for now.  More to cum later.

MuffDiver

(Please direct comments to: h.landers1961@hotmail.com)

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