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All I want For Christmas is My Mom's Sweet Love
(F/m, inc, reluc)
by Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
***
I raped mom, mom raped me, shit we both have to grow up
and be more mature. This is a gentle love story.
(This is the third and final chapter of my Christmas Ass
series. It will stand alone...but I'd read "All I Want
for Christmas 1+2..." first. They are located in
Directory 12 of Kristen's collection.
I still can't believe what happened to me. December 25th
1999 is a day I will never forget. That is the day my
mother raped me for the first time. (Merry fucking
Christmas you bitch!) I mean it was just cruel and sick
and nasty. There is no excuse, no rational explanation
for her behavior. It wasn't just that she raped me, it
was how she did it, and the utterly despicable way she
went about it. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself a
little.
To understand you have to go back a year to the events
just before Christmas 1998. Let me start at the
beginning. My dad died when I was 14. My mom and I
struggled to put ourselves back together. For 2 years we
leaned on each other for support, because we had nobody
else. My mom is really young she had me when she was
still in high school. In some ways she was more like a
big sister or best friend to me than a mom. We laughed
and played together, had tickle fights, and talked for
hours.
Sometimes she would just hang out in my room and read or
watch TV. I guess on some level I must have loved her in
a romantic way for a long time. I just did not KNOW it
until I saw her pictures.
I found a crate in our attic with around 20 old
Penthouse magazines. Upon closer inspection I realized
the centerfold was my mom! The date on the magazine was
about a year after I was born. She was the same age then
that I am now. As I looked at this beautiful, big
titted, blonde teenager, I felt myself get rock hard.
Page after page of my mom's mouth watering tits, bald
pussy, and wicked little smile made me want to fuck her.
But it was her ass, her fat, plump, juicy, adorable ass
that sealed her fate. I. Had. To. Have it.
I fantasized about licking it, sticking my face as far
inside it as I could, and just sniffing it, sleeping,
warm and safe and secure with my lips pressed against
it. I wanted to suck her ass-meat, to make her cum and
pant and scream my name. But most of all I wanted to
fuck my mom's sweet ass hard. To peel it open and hold
her down and pound it, to ram it and rip it open. A
small part of me wanted to hear her whimper, and sniffle
and beg--just a little.
For a while I became obsessed with Susan. I loved her
yes, but I also wanted to utterly dominate her. I guess
I kind of lost control and sort of seduced and pursued
my mom into giving up her ass to me, if I agreed not to
fuck her pussy. At the time I thought that was the
greatest night of my life. I convinced her to let me
take her out for a special dinner at the Paladin Club,
and got her drunk. We even made out, did a little dirty
dancing, and groped each other. But when we got home,
she refused to have sex with me.
I had to persuade her, to explain that if she did not
give herself to me I would just rape her anyway. Finally
we made a deal; consensual anal sex, for a guarantee
that I would leave her cunt alone. Clearly she did not
like it, but she did (reluctantly) agree. Susan let me
fuck her ass, helped me tear her up. Her butt juice was
so warm and wet, and tangy. She grunted and squealed so
prettily, in such a lady-like manner that I fell even
deeper in love with my mom.
That was our first time together, and I thought the
beginning of a special, tender love. In the months that
followed my mother withdrew from me. She claimed that I
had raped her! That our love was not consensual. I felt
really bad about the misunderstanding, and did
everything I could to repair our relationship. As 1999
rolled along I thought that I had.
Boy was I wrong.
Susan somehow found out about my alter ego, Jaz1701, the
rape Author. She accessed my WEBTV account and read my
e-mails from Readers, and visited the numerous free
sites that I post stories to. I had written about our
true love and how I had fucked her sweet ass during
Christmas of 1998.
I guess the whole issue of rape and incest has been on
my mind a lot this year. Jaz has written several stories
about it. I was thinking about my mom the whole time.
Stories like "Rape Confessional, Rape Betrayal #7,
Sister Betrayed, and How Much Do You Love Your Wife"
were all inspired by the events in my real life, with
mom. But when she read them she got really mad. So mad
that she decided to rape me.
Let's review, ok I pressured her into having consensual
sex. She then lies to me, reads my personal e-mail,
seduces me, drugs me, dresses me in women's underwear
takes pictures of me, blackmails me, humiliates me--oh
yeah and rapes my ass with a giant double headed dildo!
It's not fair, she is sick! I mean shit, what kind of
mother would do that to her only child? I made mistakes,
sure.
In the heat of the moment, I was over eager, but what I
did came from love. My mother just wanted to hurt me,
she just wanted revenge for my accidental rape of her
the previous Christmas. The year 2000 did not start well
for me. Mom was constantly blackmailing me, threatening
to mail my friends our special Christmas photos of me in
her bra, panties being raped up my hairy ass.
"John honey do you mind licking mommy's pussy for her?
You are such a precious little buttercup angel. Do a
good job sweetie or your pictures will be sent to the
entire football team. Make me cum hard baby, lick it all
up Johnny, your dad would be so proud of you. Momma's
little rapist is growing up so fast!" she laughed as she
humped my face and nearly cut off my air supply as she
came. It was a nightmare.
Let's be clear: no means no! Sex without consent is
rape. I did not give her consent to do this to me. I
fucking hated it. I was not allowed to fuck her pussy,
play with her tits, and certainly her ass was way the
fuck off limits. She would wag it in front of me, rub it
against me--to make sure I knew what I would never have
again. She thought it was funny to watch me get hard,
and the demand that I NOT cum. If I did...pictures would
get mailed.
It went on for months. My mom forgot one thing. I was
applying to colleges. I would be leaving this town next
summer. As soon as I was accepted, her power over me
would be at an end. I slowly came to realize that she
had no real power over me anyway. I mean let's get real.
She was an adult who had raped her son, repeatedly. If I
wanted to, she would be going to jail. This summer, I
began to tape our conversations, our sexual time
together.
"Mom please, don't make me do this anymore, don't make
me lick your pussy. This is rape mom. I still love you,
but this is RAPE. Won't you please stop hurting your
son, please mom," I declared in between licking and
lapping and sucking her to a major orgasm. Sometimes her
comments would mention that I had raped her first. That
was of course unacceptable for my purposes, so I taped
over it. Usually though, when she was close to orgasm
she was out of it, demanding, wild--almost vulgar.
"Shut the fuck up and lick my sticky , stinky, wet
little cunt. You are mine, and you will pleasure me.
This is all that you are good for. Suck, suck, suck your
mommy. I think I'll strap on my dildo and rape your
sweet little ass when we are done. I want to see you
bleed a little. How does that sound you sick slut," she
said, as I recorded the incriminating evidence.
On November 15th I got a letter in the mail from Penn
State. I had been accepted on a partial academic
scholarship. There is one thing about being an only
child in a family where people die young. You get a lot
of insurance money left to you. Cars, houses, and even a
boat were sold when grandpa, dad, and finally grandma
died. Stock, bank accounts, etc were all left to mom and
me. The money was held in trust until I turned 25, but I
got a small allowance. The money was earning interest. I
was 17, I only had to hang on until then and while I
might not be filthy rich...I'd be very, very,
comfortable.
Between my allowance, and part time job a PSU
scholarship was all I needed. I was free! My mom had
nothing on me, the power had shifted. I could send her
to jail by playing my tape anytime I wanted. I planned
to rub it in her face, to taunt her. I ran downstairs to
show her my acceptance letter. She read it carefully and
got an odd look on her face. I could swear that her eyes
teared up and she let out this breathy, pathetic little
gasp.
"John...are you going to accept? Will you be leaving me,
moving thousands of miles away from our home? Have you
thought about how alone you will be? We have had our ups
and downs especially in the last two years--but do you
really want to be completely alone?" she said as she
turned and quickly went to her room and locked the door.
I don't know how to explain how I felt just then. I was
so ready to hurt her, but when I realized that I had, I
got no pleasure from it. I had been in love with Susan
for so long that even after all she had done to me this
year, hurting her; the reality that I had caused her
pain, still felt unnatural.
Mom did not show her face for the rest of the day, and I
had plenty of time to run the scene over and over in my
mind. The next morning there was a knock at my door that
woke me up.
"Can I come in?" a quiet voice said from the hall.
"Um sure, ok mom."
Susan had made us breakfast. I was stunned. It had been
so long since we had done that. It used to be our
special ritual. Some mornings I'd serve her, others
she'd feed me in bed. We would spend hour laying next to
each other, bonding, just catching up. It had been more
than a year since we had done this. Last time I had kind
of lost control and fondled her breasts a little. I held
her in my lap, cupped her perfect breasts and sprayed my
cum against her sweet nightie, covered ass. She did not
say a word to stop me, but that was BEFORE she found out
that I am really Jaz, and write rape stories. That was
long before she started raping me.
She set the two plates down on my nightstand and got
into bed next to me. She was wearing a black satin
nightie. Usually she would have a robe on over it, but
not this morning. We talked for a while and watched TV
as we ate. It felt good to have her warm body next to
mine. Familiar memories flooded me, and I wanted to
reach out to her, to hold her close to me.
When we finished eating, she got really quiet and then
asked me to turn off the TV.
"John, this was really nice. sharing time with you
again. I guess I have to savor these moments, if you are
moving out, and leaving me all alone. I always knew you
would move out some day...but not 2,500 miles away!
We'll never see each other," she said as she began to
cry softly.
This was insane. I thought my mom hated me, despised me.
She was acting like the woman I loved again instead of
the evil, bitch I had been living with since Christmas.
This was MY Susan, my sexy, tender, lover. I was very
confused. Before I could formulate a response she spoke
again.
"John, I'm a little emotional right now. Would it be ok
if I snuggled up against you for a little while. I think
I need to be held."
"Um ok, sure mom."
She wiggled and snuggled her ass against my crotch until
it got good and hard. When she felt it poking her hard
she gave a contented sigh, I had my arms around her
waist at first but slowly they crept up to her tits and
cupped them and squeezed them lightly. My fingers played
with her nipples, lazily tracing circles until she fell
asleep. My cock was throbbing, pulsing hard as it
nestled against my mom's silk covered ass. I could not
help squeezing her juicy bottom a little. I pulled my
dick out of my briefs and used her nightie as a condom.
I wedged the material deep in her perfect little crack.
Then slowly, as she slept, I slipped my dick inside the
ass I loved so much. It was not rape because she did not
say no, and I was not actually touching her skin. I did
pull the straps off her shoulder so I could feel her
breasts better. When my hands were full I began humping
my Susan's ass hard. I could feel her clamping down on
my dick. The nightie prevented me from getting in very
deep but it was enough. The feel of silk on my cock,
combined with the fiction and warmth of her unbelievable
ass, was forcing me to a major explosion.
I tried to hold it off but it had been two years since I
had felt my dick in her ass, in anyone's ass and I
slowly lost it. I shot blast after sticky wet, spunk
blast up her ass, on her nightgown. I left my cock
inside of my mother. My hands were still wrapped
protectively around her tits as I closed my eyes. I must
have drifted off for a while because I awoke to the
sounds of my mom mumbling in her sleep. I was about to
wake her up when I caught the words she was saying.
And my life changed forever. Again.
"No, I can't fuck him, he's my son! It is wrong. Only
you Ron, I can only love you. Oh god, he's leaving me
too. I'll be all alone now. He hates me, he hates
me...and I love him. I need him, he can't leave me..."
her voice trailed off into a mumble.
But I had heard enough. She loves me. Somehow after all
that had happened--she loves me. And I love her.
I pulled my dick out of her ass and wiped the sperm load
up as best I could, smearing it on her tits and in her
hair. For some reason I wanted to leave my mark on her,
to brand her as my woman. I began sucking, slurping,
nibbling on the back of her neck hard, until I was sure
I would leave a nice hickey. Just a private little
inside joke between us, nobody else would ever know. In
fact chances were, she would not know either. (When was
the last time you saw the back of YOUR neck?) I then
kissed her softly and spooned her tight against me, and
went back to sleep.
Christmas was almost here and my relationship with my
mom had improved dramatically. She had not forced me to
lick her or raped my ass since our breakfast together.
We spent quality time together again. Twice I came home
from school and found her sleeping in my bed, wearing
one of my football jerseys (and as far as I can tell
nothing else).
My mom was making a conscious effort to be my best
friend again, and believe me I appreciated it. If I had
to I could settle for that. But I was expecting her to
admit her love for me, to finally surrender to me as a
lover. She would not, perhaps could not do it.
Friendship, and familial love are important, nice
even... but the thing is she is more than just a friend,
or a mom to me.
I had (according to her) raped her, fucked her ass, cum
in her mouth, licked her sweet pussy, tasted her juices,
fondled her tits, and been brutally raped by her. I
don't know how to explain it, other than to say we
should both hate each other.
We should be terrified to be in the same room together.
Somehow though we are still in love. I know if it was
any other woman I would hate her, I would be afraid of
her. But it is my mom, we are family.
Deep down, I know that she gave me life. There is a
tremendous capacity for forgiveness between a mother and
son. Think about it, what could you do that would make
YOUR mom hate you forever? There are convicts on death
row. Vicious, baby killing rapists, who the whole world
hates. Priests, teachers, ex friends and lovers despise
them--but one person is there, visiting when she can.
One person will beg the jury not to kill him, to
sentence him to life instead: MOM.
I came to realize that I really had raped my mother 2
years ago (although I did not think so at the time).
That must have really hurt her feelings. She had tried
to forgive me but when she learned that I was Jaz, and
that I had written about her humiliation, well I guess
she just snapped. When she raped me last year it was
part revenge, sure. It was also part discipline. She
taught me that as big and strong as I am, I could still
be drugged, butt-fucked, humiliated and blackmailed. My
tears and pleas for help could be ignored too. I could
be hurt just as bad as I hurt my mom. In a weird way it
made me a better person, a better man.
I know that my actions do have consequences. I have seen
both sides of the coin: Rapist and Rape victim. The
lesson was learned, our slate was clean.
The story could have ended there. I should have let it
go right there. The thing is, I still loved her. I had
to take a chance, to tell her how I felt, to show her
that I wanted her. My mother had a mental block. She
simply could not accept that she was in love with me,
that she wanted me. I would need to shock some sense
into her, to force her to accept the truth. It seems I
would have no choice but to rape her one last time to
get her attention, to earn the right to love her.
Considering our recent family tradition, I decided to do
her on Christmas day. I also would continue the practice
of sending the story to Mr. Double and White Shadow (Duh
Jaz, they are reading it right now). It seemed only
right, since you had all been there at the beginning, to
let you know how our story ends. I also wanted my mom to
know exactly why I had raped her again.
It was not out of greedy lust like thee first time. It
was not because of revenge, like when she raped me. No I
was raping her sweet pussy because I loved her, and
needed her to love me too.
We spent Christmas Eve together. It was snowing so I
dared her to come outside and have a snowball fight with
me. My mom has a hard time not accepting a dare. Soon we
were flinging white balls of icy destruction at each
other, laughing and having a blast. Then she crossed the
line and shoved a ball down my shirt. Her eyes got big
and she tried to run away. She did not get far.
I tackled her on our front lawn.
"John, John I am sorry, I did not mean to do it, but you
look so cute," she giggled madly in anticipation of my
reprisal. I straddled her waist and opened her coat,
then I pulled her sweater up to her neck exposing her
fat, beautiful tits.
"Oh god no, John what are you doing, let me up this
instant. People can see us," she hissed in despair. I
grabbed two handfuls of snow and packed it around each
of her breasts.
"You are going to stay right here until it melts.
Naughty little girls like you have to be punished," I
said as I stretched her arms above her head. I then
began tickling her mercilessly. Susan was laughing,
crying, and struggling desperately to throw me off. She
kept thrusting her hips into me and of course I got
hard. It was not long before it became clear that she
was fucking herself off. Our crotches were grinding into
each other.
"Here, let me get some of this snow off you, I don't
want you to get frostbite," I said as I squeezed and
flicked her breasts and nipples while slowly removing
the snow, and mashing my hard cock into her.
I felt Susan buck hard against me and let out a low
groan. Her face blushed and I knew she had cum, about 3
seconds later, I joined her.
I helped mom up and pulled her sweater down. I then gave
her a tight hug and said, "I love you Susan."
She did not say a word but smiled briefly and went back
inside. We decided to eat out, it just doesn't make
sense to cook a huge meal for two people. Mom let me
pick the restaurant. She should have known better.
She came downstairs wearing shimmering black evening
dress., and high heeled shoes that made her 6" tall. How
can any woman look so breathtakingly beautiful. I must
have had a pretty dorky look on my face because she gave
this dainty little giggle and said, "Do you like it?" I
reached down lifted her under her arms and raised her to
my face.
"I love you mom, you are incredibly sexy, and any man
would be honored to be your date. I'm glad you chose
me," I said and then kissed her softly on each cheek
before licking her lips once and setting her back down.
I was a little disappointed she was not wearing the
necklace I had given her. I guess the inscription still
made her a little uncomfortable. I escorted Susan to the
car and we went to the Paladin Club.
The Paladin Club is the most exclusive nightclub in
town. It has a killer Jazz band, and 5 star
French/Italian cuisine. My mom and I have been there
twice before. The first time was the Christmas Eve that
I raped her. The second time was a few months later on
Valentine's Day. There is no way she could miss the
symbolism. To me the Paladin Club is a place where my
mom has always been forced to deal with me as an adult,
as a man, as something other than her son. It is
special, it is OUR place.
"Oh John, no. Why did you bring us here, TONIGHT, of all
nights! I can't eat with you here."
"Mom calm down, it is a classy restaurant, that we both
enjoy. I just want to have a pleasant meal with you,
maybe dance a little, is that so wrong? We've been
through a lot in the past two years but this place still
has good memories for me. If you can't handle it, if it
is too much for you..."
"No, I guess I am just being silly. Let's go inside and
have fun. Lord knows when or IF we will ever do this
again."
It was perfect. Mom and I both decided not to drink. I
wanted her sober tonight, no excuses, from either one of
us. I had Chicken-Alfredo in a mushroom cream sauce.
Susan had roasted garlic shrimp with a petit N.Y. strip
steak. I asked her to dance before and after our meal.
It was so romantic. We fit snugly against each other. No
groping or grabbing, just a tender, lover's embrace. I
enjoyed having her breasts press into me, having her
head rest on my shoulder. Susan was snug and secure in
my arms where she belonged. This was my woman, and I was
taking her home to fuck her, to make love to her.
We were both quiet all the way home, enjoying each
other's company and our private thoughts, and fantasies.
I would finally fuck my mother's warm, wet pussy. My
father had died 4 years ago, and while I had made love
to her ass, cum in her mouth, fondled her tits and
licked her slit--no man had been allowed to fuck her
sweet Pussy. My father was her first, last, and only
cunt-master.
That changed tonight.
"John, thank you. I had a wonderful time. I was afraid
we would never be able to trust each other like this
again, after all that has happened. I'm tired. Do you
mind if we open our presents in the morning?"
"No mom, I'll see you in the morning, goodnight."
At 12:01 Christmas morning I knocked on my mother's
door, wearing only a pair of boxers.
"Come in."
"Mom, I can't sleep would you mind if I get in bed with
you?"
She was wearing a baby doll semi-see through nightie,
and was embarrassed to let me in bed with her. However
she remembered how I had let her sleep with me when she
needed to.
"Sure John, it's a big bed," she said in an uncertain
tone.
"Mom, would you mind if I snuggle a little with you. I
just feel kind of sad tonight, I need you close to me."
I said without waiting for an answer I pulled her tight
against me.
I kept grinding my crotch into her ass trying to get
comfortable. My hands crept up to her breasts and began
playing with them, lazily at first.
"John...JOHN what are you doing? Stop that and go to
sleep. " But I could not stop. I pulled her nightie up
and wet my finger. I then stuck it into her slightly
moist pussy.
"John listen to me, stop right now. This has to stop.
You are my son, and we can't do this. Please John don't
do this to me." I did stop then and sat up next to her.
I pulled her into my lap and cupped her breasts in my
hands while licking her ear.
"Susan honey, we need to talk, we need to finish this. I
told you a long time ago that I love you, that I need
you. I want to possess you utterly. I want you to give
me your body, to make love to me. I have a tape mom. A
tape of you raping me. I could blackmail you, send you
to jail. But that does not get me what I want. I don't
just want you on Christmas, I don't want stolen kisses,
or the occasional snuggle. I want you to want me. To be
hot and wild and passionate, and completely in love with
me. I want to have the right to grab you and fuck you
anytime I want, just like dad did. I want to wake up to
find you sucking on my cock just because you feel like
it. Mom can you honestly say you don't want that too?
Can you honestly say that you can bear to have me walk
out of your life forever? Because that is what I would
have to do. You are the woman I love, the only woman I
have ever made love to. If I can't have you, I will have
to go. If I am near you, I have to fuck you. It is as
simple as that," I said as I wrote my name on her
breasts with my finger.
She was crying now, and I could smell her juices
beginning to boil and drip out her pussy. She laid back
against my chest and I wrapped her in my arms.
"I don't want to lose you, I, I know that you are more
than just a son to me. I am so scared though. Wanting
you this way is wrong. I am your mother. I should not
let you play with my tits, I should not want you to lick
my pussy, or need you to fuck my ass but for some sick
reason I do. I know I can't allow you to fuck me, I
can't let you put that big slab of cock-meat inside me.
If I do that, there is no turning back, you will own me.
I will become addicted to your dick. Oh god, what am I
going to do. I love you John, but it is still wrong!"
We laid that way for a long time, just holding on to
each other. My hard on was peeking up between her
thighs. Finally I came up with a solution. "Mom I
understand that our relationship is not normal, but it
is not WRONG either. Making love to you could never be
wrong. I love you and I want to show you how much.
Susan, it's Christmas. Let me have you this one time.
Make love to me, be greedy, teach me how to please you.
Make me fuck you right. We owe it to ourselves to try it
at least once. You are all I want for Christmas, all I
have ever wanted." Susan was quiet for a few seconds and
then she slowly nodded her head. Her hands were
trembling as she smiled up at me and said yes. I was so
happy, that I crushed her against me and said over and
over, "I love you baby, I am going to be so good to you,
I love you mom," while kissing and hugging her.
Our kisses slowly began to deepen, she was on top of me
straddling my waist. Her breasts were brushing against
my chest and my cock was laying against her ass. I was
licking her lips , sucking on them when her pretty, pink
little tongue flicked out to meet mine. I sucked her
into my mouth and we both let out a little sigh of
happiness. Susan began crawling down my stomach,
stopping briefly to lick my belly button clean.
Then she began playing with my cock, rubbing it against
her face, eyes, nose, sniffing and then licking and
sucking it into her mouth. It was amazing to watch. My
mother was overcome by a wave of pure dick-lust as she
began to swallow my cock. I don't know how big my dad's
cock was, but he must have been my size or bigger,
because my mom swallowed my fat 8-incher like an old
pro. She kept looking me right in the eye, with this
wicked little grin on her face, daring me to fuck her
properly. I did.
I began to ram it down her throat, we established a good
rhythm. She breathed through her nose and every 20
seconds or so I would pull out and let her lick and
massage my knob (and breathe), before plunging back in.
"Cum on my face baby, cum all over your mother's face,
"She said between slurps, and squeezes and soft, slow,
sucks.
I could not help it, she was sucking the sperm right out
of me. I grabbed Susan's head and pulled it tight
against my crotch. I held her in place as I power-fucked
her throat. Pre-cum was bubbling out of me and I could
hear it gurgling in her mouth. My balls were twitching
and jerking hard now and I felt the sperm swimming their
way to the head of my cock.
"You want my sperm mom, you want some stinky-sticky?
Take it you beautiful little slut, take your son's cum!"
I bellowed as I shot the first load down her throat. I
remembered that she wanted some on her face too; so I
pulled out and pressed my spurting cock against her
nostril and shot it up her nose. I had one or two
dribbles left so I placed my cock on each of her eyelids
and let err rip. Mom was a little surprised...but she
did not complain. I don't know if I can explain how sexy
my mom looked. My cum was in her belly, a little drop
was hanging from the corner of her mouth. Her nose was
dripping my cum, and her eyes were crusting over with
it.
(Guys try it with your girlfriend tonight, it is fucking
amazing!)
I wanted to rest for a few minutes, but I could not. My
mom was obviously very horny and it would not have been
polite to leave her hanging. We switched positions and I
settled in for a long, slow lick. I may not have a lot
of experience in some aspects of sex. Technically I am
still a virgin, I guess, since mom has never let me fuck
her pussy. But I do know how to suck her good.
For several months she forced me to pleasure her pussy
under threat of anal rape and blackmail. Trust me it is
an excellent motivational tool! I have licked my mom to
dozens of multiple orgasms.
I started slow, spending time at each of her breasts. I
love the way they feel in my hands, so warm and full.
Her skin tastes so fucking sweet. I licked and nibbled
on her nipple-meat for a long time. Her cute little
whimpers and squirming made me chuckle. I moved down to
her belly button and decided to teach her a lesson for
doing this to me earlier. My mother is very ticklish. If
you go too fast, too soon. It is just annoying. If you
go too slowly it has no affect.
But if you can time it right, make adjustments as you
go...the belly button can be an extremely sensitive,
sensual zone. I enjoy licking around the outside, slowly
dipping into the hole. The feel of her flat little belly
clenching up, tensing up as I explored her. I could
smell her juicing up, her pussy scent was filling the
bed. Suddenly she began to shake a little, and her hands
grabbed my arms, as she grunted loudly, and she came.
That had never happened before. It wasn't the largest,
or longest orgasm I had ever given her but it caught us
both by surprise. I wanted to see if I could trigger
multiple, non-vaginal orgasms.
"Mom roll over, I want to play with your ass for a while,"
I ordered her in a deceptively calm voice.
"John be careful. You have to go slowly back there, or
you will hurt me," she said as she slowly obeyed me.
It had been so long since I had been allowed to worship
her ass properly. I pulled her meaty cheeks apart and
held them open, just staring. I felt my mouth begin to
water at the sight. I needed a taste so bad. I started
licking up and down the length of her ass. when it was
good and wet I blew a cold blast of air in her juicy
little buns. She squealed like a little girl on
Christmas morning (hmm come to think of it...). I was
really munching on her butt now, nibbling and sucking on
the inside of each cheek.
Finally I could stand it no longer and my tongue circled
the rim of her anus. I spread her as wide as I could and
sunk my tongue inside of her ass hole. I was tickling
her insides, filling them with drool and sweat. It was
time.
"Are you ready baby, can I put it inside of you now?"
Mom sighed, and said, "You are so much like your father.
He always loved my ass. Go ahead John, enjoy yourself."
Mom stuck that sweet ass high in the air, and reached
back to hold it open for me. That was all the invitation
I needed. I pressed my cock against my favorite hole.
"Oh god, John you have gotten a lot bigger since last
time. Slow down, or you'll rip me apart. That's it, ease
it in. Oh god you are filling me up, my little ass is
full of your diCK, your priCK, your coCK. FuCK, FuCK,
FuCK me John. Do it, do it now!" she shrieked as I began
to pick up the pace.
Soon I was fucking her in earnest, slamming her asshole,
pulling her hips hard against me, as I rammed into my
mom. I did not want to hurt her but she was so tight, so
deliciously tight.
It had been a long time for her. Two years since I had
last done it and well over 4 years since she had
received regular fucking from my dad. She was ripe, and
sweet and ready. I reached around her front and dipped a
finger in her juicy, wet slit before finding her clit
stub. As soon as I touched it she went off, rocking
herself back, brutally impaling her ass on my beefy
cock.
"That's it, that's fucking it! Right there, fuck my ass
you little mommy fucker, FUCK IT!" she roared, as she
shook that incredible ass of hers wildly, and came with
abandon, dripping and oozing thick fuck fluid on my
thighs. I cupped her cunt and caught as much of it as I
could, rubbing her cunt, and clit, coaxing her to
another orgasm.
I took my handful of mommy juice and smeared it on my
face, licking every drop of her essence. By now I was
rock hard and ready to cum myself--but I was afraid to.
Generally I can cum 3 times in a day. I had cum once
outside in the snow, when I played with her tits on our
front lawn. The second time was when she sucked my cock
a few minutes ago.
If I let loose now, I might not have enough mojo left to
fuck her tender little pussy. I know guys in these kind
of stories can usually fuck 3, 4, 5 times in rapid
succession, but sorry, I can't. This is not fantasy,
it's reality. It would be really embarrassing if mom
offers that fresh, practically virgin pussy to me, and I
have to pass! So I concentrated on pleasing her, on
bringing her back to full arousal; while I calmed down.
I rolled us over so she was on top, and began tenderly
kissing my sweet Susan.
My hands massaged her back and ass, as my dick bounced
around with a life of it's own just outside her vagina.
If you have never had a naked penthouse centerfold in
your arms you don't know what you have been missing. It
was time.
"Mom, can I fuck you now, can your son fuck you sweet
pussy please. Oh god I need you so bad. Give it to me,
give me everything, be my woman forever. I love you mom,
and I want it all, I said as I traced her pussy lips
with my index finger.
"Ok, ok, I think we have to, I need it to. Go ahead and
fuck me, pound it into me...only John you have to pull
out. Don't cum inside of me, I'll suck your load, or you
can cum on my tits. Neither one of us wants me to get
pregnant, right? So remember you have to pull out."
I could have let that go, she was giving me almost
everything I wanted. I finally had permission to suck
her tits, cum in her ass, and fuck her pussy. What more
could any son want? Here is the thing though. A man in
an intimate, loving relationship is allowed to cum in
his woman's cunt. For my mother to say that I could not
was an indication that she still was holding something
back from me.
That was unacceptable.
"Mom, I AM going to cum inside of you. I MAY even make
you pregnant. That's just a risk we will have to take. I
promise that I will be there for you, and we will decide
together what to do if it happens. I love you Susan, and
you belong to me. I WILL fuck you and I will CUM deep
inside your sweet pussy. Now give me a kiss and then
stuff my cock in your cunt, and get ready to be fucked."
Susan did not move for a long time. She seemed to be
stunned by the idea of complete and total consensual sex
with her son. This would be the end of her marriage
vows. My dad's death had not broken her commitment to
him, only my cock entering her willing pussy could do
that.
Slowly she laid on her back and spread her legs wide for
me. She guided my cock to the entrance of her vagina
eased me into her sopping wet, hole. The first time I
thrust forward, I got half my cock inside. She let out a
little gasp of pain, so I stopped and let her get used
to it. Suddenly she took a deep breath, thrust her
pelvis up and the rest of my cock slid home. I did not
move at first.
It was so warm at my mother's center, I felt like she
was burning up with fever. Sweat was glistening on her
skin, I reached down and grabbed one of her jutting
breasts and began to weigh it, cup it, roll it in my
hands. I started kissing her wildly as I began to
establish a slow rhythm inside of her. In, out pause,
thrust, slam. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat... It was pure,
plain old missionary fucking and it was damn good. I
felt my cum begin to travel, to burn it's way up my
shaft. I did not even try to stop it.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your cunt Susan, I fucking
your sweet Pussy. I own it, and I will fuck you forever.
Do, ugh, you mmm, like this cock? Argggh!
Making a babies with my baby, making a baby in my mommy!
Take it, take it all!" I screamed as I flooded Susan's
pussy with my hot, sticky sperm.
I was about half way through when I felt her clamping
down on me, panting and groaning in despair, in
exhilaration, in sheer and utter exultation. Finally we
were both sweaty and wet, and spent. Susan rested for a
few minutes, and then was going to the bathroom to clean
up a little, but I would not let her. I wrapped my arms
around her and pressed my dick tight against her bottom.
"Time enough for clean up later. I love you, and I want
you to baste in our juices. Besides what's the point in
cleaning up when I am going to fuck you dirty again as
soon as I rest up a little", I laughed as I hugged my
mother tight, held her close and declared my love to
her.
She was quiet for a time and then she kissed me deeply,
and said, "I love you too John. I belong to you now. I
admit it, I have to. I am still your mother, I will
always be your friend, but I am your lover now. One day
I know you will want someone else, someone younger, shh,
listen to me. It will happen one day, and that is ok,
but for now we have each other. Until that day I am your
wife, and I will never take this off," she said as she
reached into her nightstand and pulled out the gold and
emerald necklace I had given her 2 years ago, and
fastened it around her neck.
The inscription said: " Susan I love you. You are mine
forever, body and soul, John.
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well that is our story. It is 9:30 pm
Christmas Night and I am getting ready to do a final
proof before posting it to Shadow and Mr. D. I'll
probably copy Soren and Kristen's sites as well.
Obviously our story is not really over. I don't know how
it will turn out. I just know I love a woman who happens
to be my mother. We have caused each other a lot of pain
in the past. I am looking forward to giving her some
pleasure for a change. She deserves it. And so do I.
So an experiment comes to an end. I first came up with
the "All I Want..." series in 1998. The idea was to take
a fantastic premise, and appear to accidentally drop
enough clues to make the Reader wonder if it might be
true. For example in chapter 2 mom discovers her son is
JAZ the rape writer (um, Me). At the time webtv was kind
of new, so when people saw my e-mail address it sort of
freaked a few people out.
Another fun idea was the Penthouse angle. There are an
awful lot of adult centerfolds models out there.
Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, Player, plus about a
million online pic sites, and XXX videos. Most of these
girls are in their late teens, early twenties. What
happens though in say 15 years? They are still
relatively young, still gorgeous...but now they have
husbands, and are moms, old enough to have very horny
teen aged sons.
I would think this is not the kind of picture you would
share with your hormonally challenged teenaged boy. But
what if he found out? What if he saw his mom spread and
naked, young and sexy? It seems to me this scenario has
probably played out several times, somewhere in America.
I'm sure some families did just fine. And then there are
those who did not.
The All I Want...Series is different because I forced
myself to write a new chapter only once a year. Not only
were there established characters that could grow, who
were impacted by time--but the author has changed as
well.
The Jaz of 1998 is not the same author he is today. I
promise you the idea of a guy, who is supposed to be me,
getting a double headed dildo rammed up his ass--uh that
would not have happened in 1998. It scares the shit out
of me to think what I may be writing about in 2001.
One more time, say it loud and proud: This is just a
fucking story! It is not true, it is BS, I have an
imagination, and I used it. No pictures, because this is
not real.
There, now I can rest easy. Drop me a line at
jaz1701@webtv.net
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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