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I Remember Mother (FM, inc)
by Oediplex (oediplex@hotmail.com)
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Mom takes me back to college, a trip for just us two.
Will I take her when we are back at the motel, alone
together?
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Chapter 1
It was the trip to college, for my sophomore year. My
mother had flown down with me to north Carolina, dad
stayed in Connecticut unable to get free from business.
My mom had never seen my college, so she accompanied me
south, intending to stay several days. We arrive in
Greensboro fine, but our luggage was lost somewhere else.
The airline assured us that it would be delivered the
next morning.
I registered and received my dorm room assignment that
afternoon. We went out to a local restaurant. We both
enjoyed the leisurely meal and split a couple of bottles
of wine. I drove my mother back to the motel in the
rental car we got at the airport. It was still early, and
my mother suggested I stay a bit longer since it would be
Christmas before we saw each other again, once she
returned home in a couple of days.
We ordered some another bottle of wine from room service
and started to reminisce about day's gone-bye. When the
wine was done, I got up to leave, but my mother suggested
that I was too inebriated to drive back to the dormitory.
I agreed, but said I didn't have anything to wear to bed
since our luggage was lost. My mother pointed out that
neither did she, but that we could sleep in our underwear
since we tended to be somewhat casual about our state of
dress at home.
"Or undress," she said with a titter. A sign that the
wine had effected her too. I was more than ready to get
comfortable so I stripped down to my jockey shorts. My
mom looked a bit astonished at me and said, "David, I
didn't expect a strip tease show!" She let out a short
laugh.
"I'm sorry mom," I stammered, "I didn't think getting
undressed in front of you would embarrass you."
"Oh it didn't Sweetie, it's just that it was a little
unexpected." Then she got up and began to undress too.
When she took off her blouse and skirt it was a slow and
sensuous experience. She turned her back to unbutton her
blouse and then stood in profile as if to let me see her
figure. Then, facing me again, she unsnapped her skirt
and dropped it slowly to the floor. As she bent to pick
it up she turned her back to me, once more and as she did
I could see the full length of her crack outlined by her
tight bikini panties.
Now she stood before me in just a frilly bra and skimpy
panties. She kicked off her shoes toward me and broke my
staring gaze at her lean and sexy body. She worked out
and kept herself in good shape, looking years younger
than other women her age. "Like what you see?" She was
grinning as she spoke.
The question caught me off guard and I blurted out "God!
Mom you're so beautiful!"
"Thanks honey, I appreciate the compliment, both spoken
and silent." At my puzzled look to her last remark, she
explained. "I mean your cock standing at attention,
silly!" I looked down at my dick and sure enough it was
erect and firm. I must have turned beet red and my words
of apology stuck in my throat. "It's OK, dear," she
reassured me, as she sat on one of the two double beds.
"I've known for years that you found me attractive. Ever
since the time I caught you spying on me from the
closet."
I sat on the other bed as my knees shook with reaction.
The memory of that day rushed into my mind. I had been
hiding in the large walk-in closet in my parent's bedroom
to spy on my naked mother. I had been doing this for
several weeks at the end of summer just before I started
seventh grade. I was thirteen at the time. I would sneak
in after my dad had gone to work, while mother would be
in the shower. She usually left her clothes laid out on
the bed. She changed her mind one day about what to wear.
When she opened the door of the closet more than the
crack I had closed it to, she discovered her nude son
masturbating his young hard-on.
But she hadn't screamed or balled me out then, she just
said I should go to my room and that dad would talk to me
later. My dad was very understanding. (It seems he had
been caught himself peeking at an aunt.) He told me that
mom wasn't upset. She understood about a young boy's
curiosity. He made it clear, that I was not to violate my
mother's or their privacy again. Then he made sure that I
had the facts of life straight, correcting a few
misconceptions, which I was confused about.
My mother and I never had spoken about that day with each
other until now. "You must have though me pretty perverse
to do that to my own mom." I blushed again.
"No! It is actually normal for a young man to be
interested in his mother. They have a name for it."
"I know," I broke in, "it's called an 'Oedipus complex'."
"All boys go through a stage where they are in love with
their mothers, but it passes." She continued.
"What if it doesn't pass?" I queried.
"Then, maybe he gets his wish and maybe he doesn't," said
my mother with cryptic look on her face. Her eyes seemed
to be amused by something, but I was unsure of what.
"You didn't stop being a naughty boy after that." She
went continued. "You were at our door lots of times when
your father and I made love."
"You knew about that!?" I was flabbergasted.
"Oh, yes! We knew, but there didn't seem to be any way to
make sure that you would stop, so we just let you."
"You don't do it as often now days as back then." I
commented.
"Yes," she sighed, "your father has medication that makes
it difficult to maintain an erection." She explained.
"Don't you get horny then?" I asked.
"Sure I do," she smiled. Then she changed the subject
abruptly. "How about you? Gettin' any lately?"
My family has always been open in talking about anything
between us, but I sensed a new level of intimacy between
my mother and myself. It was a mature woman and a grown
man, friendly with one another, discussing a adult
subject in open honest way. It was also the most erotic
conversation I ever had in my life. There I was in my
underwear, talking to a gorgeous woman who was also
sitting in her skimpy underclothes. A woman I had always,
and mostly (so I had thought) secretly desired. And we
were talking about sex. My head felt like a balloon.
But I had the presence of mind to answer her question.
This time I was honest by design. "Mom, I'm a virgin.
I've never gotten the chance to screw a girl. I've done
most everything else, but not that yet."
"Twenty and still a virgin! Son I think it's good you
haven't done it yet. When you're young; hormones are
raging, emotions are high, caution is small and with AIDS
and other diseases around it is a big risk that somebody
might get pregnant or sick."
"Well I know enough not to have unprotected sex, but I
still can't get laid!" For some reason this struck us
both as being hilarious. We laughed so hard my sides hurt
and I got up and went over to the other bed and kiss mom.
"I love you mom." I said, and gave her a big hug. The
embrace felt good with my mom's tits poking me in the
chest and I smelled the aromatic combination of her sweat
and perfume. "When did you lose your virginity, mom?"
"Earlier than you. I let my boy friend in high school
have it after our Junior prom, I was 17. He got me tipsy
on wine just like you did tonight.
"Only I'm not planning on seducing you."
"No, I didn't think you were," she said with a hint of
regret.
"Well," I replied, feeling emboldened by the personal
confessions and my proximity to my lovely, semi-nude
mother, " If I did, would you let me?"
"David!" She exclaimed with mock outrage, "for goodness
sake, I'm your mother it wouldn't be right to fuck you!"
It was the first time I'd ever heard the "F" word spoken
by my mother when she wasn't swearing. It stunned me
momentarily, but aroused me too. And now my dick was
beginning to grow again. I made an excuse to go pee so
that I could jack-off in the bathroom. By now I was so
horny it wouldn't take very long to get my rocks off.
Just as I got in the bathroom my mom rushed in and cried,
"Me first!" She pulled her undies down in front of me and
sat on the pot. I couldn't see much but the top of her
pubic hair. It still was extremely exciting. "I'm sorry
but when you said pee it triggered me too, and girls
can't hold it as well as boys."
"That OK mom, I can wait." I said, as I heard her piss
tinkle in to the toilet. Suddenly, an inspiration popped
into my head. "Actually, the sound of your urinating
makes me have to go right now!" I spoke the words as I
dropped my shorts to the floor and began to piss into the
shower stall. Of course, since I was still mostly hard it
came out as sort of a fountain. But I had managed to find
an excuse to show my mother what a "big" boy I was.
"You have grown since your closet days." My mom said. She
had stopped peeing but remained on the seat. I finished
too, and turned to her with my pants still down. I had to
ask the question, which all guys will ask one way or
another at some point, although, not many to their
mother, much less with their cock just about in their
mom's face. "Am I as big as dad?"
"Does it get any bigger?" My mom asked, knowing from
earlier the answer was yes indeed.
"It gets to be over seven inches," I boasted slightly.
"Let's see. Make it as big as it will get honey. Then I
can answer your question." I started to stroke my member.
My mother stood up and now I could see all of the
wonderful dark triangle of hair down between her legs.
Then she took off her bra.
I was looking straight into the rosy nipples of her full
breasts. The tits were a soft pink and white shade
textured by some blue veins which shown through the
translucent skin. Her nipples were erect like pencil
erasers. I could see the indentations where the milk that
once feed me had come from. And now the woman who had
given me birth stood before me naked except the panties
at her ankles. I couldn't get any harder, it was my best,
7 1/2 inches at least!
"Yes you are as big as your father is, David. At least as
he used to be."
Suddenly she bent and drew up her panties, though she
didn't put her bra back on. "Let's get to sleep now
darling, we got a lot to do tomorrow to get you ready for
classes." Disappointed that I still hadn't jerked-off yet
but too embarrassed to confess my urgent need, I agreed.
Once in my bed, my mom in the other, I thought she would
fall asleep quickly, then I could 'make love to my
pillow', pretending that is was mom, as I had done so
often in the past. She fell quiet and her breathing
seemed slow. I started my motions to bring myself off. As
I did it a little more vigorously, getting into my
mother-fucking fantasy, the bed began to rock.
Wouldn't you know, it squeaked!
"David?" My mom called softly. "can't you get to sleep
honey, or were you having a wet dream?"
"Well, if you must know," I said somewhat exasperated
with the frustrating situation, "I was trying to
masturbate. All this sexy talk and intimate atmosphere,
has gotten me so horny that I have to, even if you're in
the same room!"
My mother turned on the light by her bed. "Come over here
baby, I'm sorry to make you so frustrated. Bring your
pillow and sit up at the end of my bed. I think I know a
way to help."
Unsure of exactly what she had in mind, but willing for
any help, I threw off the covers, then realized that in
doing what I usually do, I had slipped out of my
underpants and was naked with a hard on before my mother
again. But since she said she was about to help me in
that task, I brazenly moved between the two beds with my
straining boner.
I made myself comfortable at the end of her bed facing
her, my pillow behind me and my raging hard-on pointed
straight at her. She then, pulled down her sheet. She had
not put her bra back on and mom's stupendous mammaries
were once more again in full view. But she didn't stop
there. She kicked off the sheets entirely and I was
surprised that her panties were gone too! "I like to
sleep in the raw too." mother explained.
Then she parted her thighs, drew up her legs and I gazed
on my piece of paradise. There was her whole crotch
opened to me. The bushy brown wedge of hair was split by
coral pink lips and a dark red crevasse of vaginal grotto
set in the middle of all. I began to stroke myself
without thinking about anything else but to burn that
sight into my memory and thinking about how I wanted to
be putting what I was handling into that wonderful sex
hole.
As I was doing this, again inspiration made an outrageous
idea come from my mouth before I thought of what it was
that I was suggesting. "Play with yourself too, mom!"
"Yes! Darling let's come together!" She began to finger
her clit, then put her middle finger right inside her
cunt!
I was almost out of control now. I came toward her, "I
want to see it closer, mom!" I got between her legs and
looked down at my beautiful sexy mother fingering herself
for me. Driven with lust, I asked something I never would
have in a saner moment. "Mom, when you knew that I was
outside the door to your bedroom listening to you and dad
... fuck (I used her word) did you ever think about doing
it with me?"
"Yes, baby, I did sometimes. Your mother is just as
naughty when it comes thoughts about incest, as you are."
Her fingers moved even faster and deeper.
"Feel how hard I am for you, mom." I took her hand and
put it on my hot cock. "Let me do it for you, too." I
continued. As she stroked me and I pushed two fingers
deep into her pussy and began to saw them in and out of
the wet hole.
This was all too much for us and I began to squirt gobs
of cum on her tits and tummy. This was her cue to release
herself to an orgasm and she bucked her hips up and down
as I tried to keep my fingers in her.
We both collapsed into each other's arms. My mother
kissed me after a few minutes of catching our breath. I
slipped my tongue into her mouth and we French-kissed for
several minutes.
"Wow! Was that wild or what?" she exclaimed. "The girl
who gets you for a lover won't be disappointed, David!
But you mustn't tell anyone about out little 'episode'
tonight baby."
"I know mom, don't worry. But can I sleep with you
tonight, I mean, just cuddle not anything else. Unless
you want to..."
"No, Sweetie, we mustn't go that far, but yes you can be
in my arms tonight."
We snuggled together, and fell asleep.
Chapter 2
I awoke the next morning next to my mother. Both of us
naked still, I could perceive by the early dim light,
though I knew she had gotten up once to pee. She had not
bothered to put her panties back on. Well, she did say
she liked sleeping in the nude.
At the sight of my lovely, sexy mom my morning erection
bloomed. I was always horny, but mornings especially. My
face was very close to her left breast. The rosy nipple
but inches away from my lips. It was a temptation I
couldn't resist. My mother stirred as the tingling
sensation of my sucking crept into her consciousness.
"Mmmm!" She purred as her eyes opened to see her son
administrations to a part of her body he had not done
that to since infancy. Her gentle hand caressed my head
as she luxuriated in the sensual attention I was
worshipping her with.
"David, that's so good, sweetheart. But don't neglect the
other one." Her wish was my desire too, as I switched
sides and began to make love to mom's other 'strawberry'.
She could feel the hardness of my throbbing prick making
thrusting motions at her thighs. "Somebody's already up!"
she laughed softly as she reached down and touched my
sensitive boner.
At this, I moved up to kiss her on the lips. Of course,
this put my cock right on top of her mons. I slid my
tongue into her mouth which she greedily met with her
own. As we continued our prolonged deep kiss, I shifted
my dick so that it was centered and a bit lower. The tip
was, I estimated, directly rubbing against her clitoris.
Mom let it go on for a short minute, then she said, "Oh!
Baby, that's much too dangerous. A little more and we'd
lose control and do it. And we mustn't let that happen!
But I have an idea that I know you'll like and can
relieve us of the tension we're both feeling."
With those words she slid from under me and walked toward
the bathroom. At the door she turned and motioned to me
to follow her with a 'come here' wiggle of her finger. I
popped out of bed and hurried to follow my lusty mother.
I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I was sure that I
wanted to do whatever she was thinking of.
When I got into the small tiled room mom had the shower
already running. One thing about motels, there's always
plenty of hot water. Mom stepped into the tub, the water
made her silky skin glisten. She reached out and took my
arm pulling me into the spray. She gave me a bar of soap
and said softly, "Wash me."
My pleasure!
I will never forget the totally erotic experience of
running my hands over the slippery body of a woman for
the first time. And it was my mother! The object of my
deepest and most stimulating passions. I lathered her
luscious orbs first, playing with the nips, making them
almost scarlet with rubbing. The points stood thrust like
tiny twin cherries.
Mom indicated that they were getting too sensitive and
that I should move my explorations to other places. She
looked even younger now with her hair all wet. Standing
next to her like that, I realized for the first time that
I was now taller than my mom. I washed her shoulders and
arms, moved to her tummy, then by-passing the part I
wanted most to play with and did her legs.
"Don't forget my pussy," Mom said, giving me the
permission to soap and loving caress the loins which had
given me birth.
I stroked the bar between her legs then put it on the
little shelf. My hand returned to the soft, slide-dy,
secret place and as my finger scooped into entrance of
her hole.
Mother spread her legs apart to give me better access.
Before I was able to begin a repeat of the finger fucking
of last night she took my hand and lifted it.
"Now, you." she spoke. She made me turn around so that
she could scrub my back. "I didn't get your backside!" I
said. "We won't forget it..." Mom's voice had a lilting
quality to it, "We'll save that for the climax!"
I recognized the 'double entrendra', but I was too lost
in the intoxicating feeling of a woman's delicate touch
over my skin. She started by sudsing my hair and
massaging the scalp. Her fingers kneaded the muscles of
my back with obvious experience.
When her hands made contact with my buns, it was
wonderful, but when she soaped the crack and rubbed my
asshole it was one of the wildest sensations I have ever
had, even to this day. A goose that was so good! After
she washed my legs, mom told me to turn to face her. I
did and kissed her. Then she proceeded more to run her
fingers through my hair than to clean my chest, though
she did a thorough job under my arms. She reach up and
pointed the shower head down so it only sprayed our
knees.
Then came my moment of carnal pleasure as my gorgeous
mother soaped my balls and cock, she put the bar down and
began to play with my genitals. I had been so lost in all
the other sensations of physical touching that my
erection had nearly disappeared.
Now, as mom jacked my dick, felt up my balls and even
played a tiny bit with my asshole, it sprung to attention
like the proverbial soldier before a drill sergeant.
Private 'Privates' was on duty and ready for action! I
thought that this was how the climax mom had spoken of
earlier would happen. But as I neared my peak she
suddenly stopped and said simply, "Do my back."
I returned the scalp massage and quickly did her back. I
was eager for her rear to be in my hands. The bubbles
from the shampoo and soap suds flowed down to her
derriere. Now it was my turn to have fun with buns and
play with her anus too. But she didn't let me stay and
play as long as I would have like to. It was time for her
idea of mutual release to be realized.
Mom reached back and took my hands bringing them to the
front of her while still with her back turned to me. Once
again my hands were placed upon the mammary glands of my
luscious mother. She pressed her buns back against me so
that my big boner was right between them. "Masturbate
this way baby. Let me feel your penis throb and cum
between my cheeks!"
I did as she requested, I was delighted with the thought
that I could get-off on my mother, holding her tightly
and showing her my passion for her body. The slipperiness
of skin and soap between her ass and my belly were great,
though I desired at the same time to feel a tighter and
more complete enclosing of my dick. Her hand, or her
mouth, or if possible even her vagina. I could feel my
orgasm rising rapidly.
All the stimulation had prepped me for a quick one. I
began to move with larger strokes and my cock slid down a
little further each time. At the same time my right hand
went to mom's clit and strummed it in the same rhythm. My
left continued to caress her breast. She bent over a
little, which let the tip of my dick begin to rub further
down her crotch. Now the tickling sensation of her pubic
hair came into play.
I sensed that with just a little more of an angle I might
gain an entrance to the forbidden place of paradise. But
this had become all too much for my mother and she began
to cum violently, moving her hips in thrusting motions.
This did two things.
My cock actually made contact with my mother's pussy. I
could feel for a few strokes the place past hair, where I
was beginning to be enfolded by soft flesh. But of course
the wild action and near entrance to my mother's cunt
brought me to a series of spurts which coated her inner
thighs. Gobs of white cum dripped down mom's legs were
the spraying water finally washed to the drain. My mother
turned after several moments of heavy panting to catch
her breath.
She hugged me and the points of mom's tits connected
squarely with my nipples. My now mostly wilted dick
pressed against her fuzz. Our lips locked in a deep,
tongue active kiss that lasted several minutes. My mother
broke the kiss and gasped, "How was that baby? Did you
have a good cum?"
"Fantastic mom!" I exclaimed.
As we rinsed off all the soap and spunk, it occurred to
me that mom was probably multi-orgasmic as many women
are. With this in mind, once we were done getting squeaky
clean, I hugged my mother once the and kissed her on the
lips. She didn't resist and with her attention focused on
our kissing I put my hand down between her legs and
slipped a finger into her vagina.
"Oh! God, honey! That feels so good!" More of a moan than
words.
Encouraged by her response I slipped in another and
instead of the in-and-out motion I had used last night I
move them together from front to back, back and forth. I
was so deep I could feel the tip of her womb. Mom bucked
her hips and gasped for air.
I could feel the contractions in her cunt grabbing and
releasing my fingers. Her knees went weak and I steadied
her with my other arm. Finally her whimpering became loud
moans, almost shouting as she came and came and came. I
stopped moving my fingers for a moment and she whispered,
"No more, I can't take any more."
But I knew better.
I kissed her and renewed my internal stimulation; this
time my thumb danced on her clit too. Mom looked at me
with lust and surrender and abandonment to what her son
was creating for her. Each of the next half-dozen of her
orgasms started as the last ended.
Then she collapsed totally, almost falling out of my
strong embrace as a last sigh of energy escaped from her
lips. "Thank you darling that was the longest series of
cums I ever had!" Mom said still panting heavily. She
kissed me as we rinsed once more.
Getting out of the shower stall we enjoyed the delight of
being dried off by each other. A pleasure I appreciated
more now than when I had been a child. Then, we dressed
and went to breakfast at the local diner.
After all the energy we had consumed with our passion, we
ate with a great deal of appetite.
Chapter 3
The rest of the day, after taking care of some little
business at the college I took her sightseeing around the
area. We visited an anti-bellum plantation and took a
tour of a small furniture museum which featured local
craft and manufacturing development.
When we were out in public we acted with decorum, but
when we were alone or thought nobody was looking we acted
like newly-weds, touching each other and doing kissy face
and giving each other the silly looks that new lovers
exchange. Returning to the hotel we found that our bags
had arrived. We change into comfortable clean clothes.
Though we changed in front of one another we only shared
a brief naked hug. Mom's hard nipples and my hard-on were
proof that the morning's escapade had not diminished
either of our desires for intimacy. It was nearly mid-
afternoon by this time and we were feeling hungry again.
I suggested a picnic and mom thought it was a great idea.
We bought sandwiches, a six-pack of beer and the rest of
what we needed at a deli and headed out to a secluded
spot I knew of from dating last year. It was one of those
early September days that was perfect. The air was dry
and the temperature was in the low seventies. There was a
light breeze and just a few fluffy clouds scattered in
the sky.
Mom and I walked along through the woods of a large
nature preserve which was close to the town. We had
parked the car off the road in a safe spot and were now
several hundred yards from the road. The going was not
hard in the pine grove we moved through. Soon we came to
my spot. A sunny place I had discover back in the spring.
It was carpeted with pine needles, and after picking up a
fir branches and twigs, it was as smooth as when I had
last been there.
We had brought a blanket from the motel. We sat on it
eating our subs, drinking beer and talking about the
locales which I had taken my mother to see that morning.
She expressed interest in the old mansion which date from
before the civil war. "I wonder if those old feather beds
were comfortable for making love?" Mom mussed to me.
"Well, I'd be glad to try one out with you if you like!"
This remark set off gales of laughter in my mom. Suddenly
a surprised look came over her face. Then she giggled and
said, "I laughed so hard I peed in my panties!" She got
up, reached under her skirt, pulled down her undies and
took them off.
Sure enough there was a small damp spot at the crotch.
"Gotta pee! you only rent beer!" she grinned. Mom moved a
couple dozen feet from the blanket and squatted down.
"Sauce from goose, and sauce from the gander," I
misquoted and went over close to her, opened my fly and
urinated too.
My mother looked at my dick as I released a heavy yellow
stream. "We both got a nice goose this morning!" She
replied to my remark. She held her skirt high and I could
see all of her lovely bush as she squeezed out the last
couple of spurts.
It was an randy moment for some reason, perhaps
pheromones. I had never connected pissing to sex much,
but any sort of intimacy with my mother at this juncture
was sexually arousing. We both finished about the same
time and returned to the blanket. My mother picked up her
damp underwear and spread it on a near by branch to dry.
Coming back to lay on the blanket she kick of her
sneakers and stretched out next to me. We both knew that
our privacy would lead to some sort of physical contact,
though no words were spoken nor any plans made. I rolled
over, half on top of mom, and began to make out with her
as I had with girlfriends at the same spot.
Our kisses were at first soft, growing harder with lips
closed, and then with tongue. My mom's hands were moving
over my back and up to the back of my head, running her
fingers through my hair. I held her close against me with
my left arm, with my right I began to feel her up. I put
my hand under her tee-shirt. Her bra presented little
trouble as I undid the several hooks in the back, slipped
the straps off her shoulders and fondled her nipples.
After a little of this warm-up my hand move to raise her
skirt. I knew now what I wanted to do for my beautiful
mother. I was going to eat her out until she couldn't
take it anymore. I gently caressed mom's pussy. Gliding
my hand over her soft hair I gave it several very light
tugs. My middle finger rubbed up and down the split
without immediately pressing inward.
Slowly it made progress, opening the pussy lips, finding
the moisture I knew would be waiting for me and drew from
the well of love the lubricant I sought and used it to
moisten the whole length of mom's crack. As I made
several strokes upwards with her slick oil I found mom's
pink pearl of womanhood. Getting it slippery I made it
the object of my attentions. Mother spread her legs
invitingly wide and cooed approval.
I began to make her pant shortly, then I was ready to
make my move. "I have a special present for you!" I
whispered in her ear.
"Give it to me now!" My mom whispered back, clearly ready
for anything I wanted to do to her.
I briefly wondered if she would even let me fuck her then
and there, but that was not my interest at the moment. I
truly wanted to give my dearest mother the gift of
cunnilingus; to make her crazy with cumming.
"I want to kiss where I came from." I said in a soft
voice still.
Mom's enthusiastic reply was, "Oh! That would be really
good, honey. Do it! Go down on mommy!" I swiftly move
down to put my head between her legs and began by licking
her thighs and mons. "Oh! You tease, David. Such a bad
boy being this good to your mommy!" She gasped as my oral
digit finally made contact at the center, sliding up to
tweak the love bud at the top of the now carnelian gash.
I made random motions over this delicious flesh, then
stretched my tongue as far as it could go into the holy-
of-holys of my mother. I was sincerely worshipping her
body again and held our new level of love as sacred,
wishing only to please her. I continued to lick her cunt
with every conceivable angle of attack and variety of
tempo.
As I did all this I loosened my pants, unbuckling the
belt, popping the button and drawing down the zipper. My
hard-on had become too uncomfortable in the restraint of
my jeans. At one point my mother lost control. She said
with breathless panting, "Fuck me, David! Please! fuck
me! I need it now honey, I have to have you inside me
now! I can't stand this any more please baby take me. Put
in, put it in!!"
I made my underwear and pants slide down to my ankles in
anticipation of coupling with my lust driven mother, but
continued to eat her out. I was all ready to move up and
thrust myself in mom, to cum where I came from, but I
didn't. I knew intuitively that this was not the point to
do that. No, she had expressed her reluctance to go that
far on more lucid moments, and I would not have this
wonderful woman I loved regret anything that we did
together or shared so tenderly. So I restrained myself,
and continued to gorge myself on her hot wet pussy.
After maybe half an hour of this exquisite torture, with
several peaks of small orgasms, mom began the now
familiar bucking motion and loud cries that signaled a
major cum. It was all I could do to hold on to her hips,
keep my face in her crotch and finished the job. When she
stiffened and then collapsed unconscious, I was scared
for a moment.
Then it came to me that I had driven her to the full
extreme. She had fainted from sexual ecstasy, which the
French termed 'la petite morte', 'the little death'. I
took a couple of napkins left over from lunch and wiped
between her thighs which were glazed with my saliva and
her cum.
The blanket beneath her was soaked, but no matter, since
we no doubt would share a bed tonight again. As I awaited
for her to wake I studied her beautiful face, remembering
the expressions of passion and pleasure and ecstasy. I
envied my dad being able to have this special woman every
day, but then recalled what my mom had said about his
erection problems.
No wonder she was hot-to-trot as she was. I wished now I
was not so far away, I wondered if Christmas vacation
would allow some opportunities when I was back home for
the holidays to renew the relationship mom and I had
developed in the past couple of days.
Mom's eyes fluttered open and I could see her take a
moment to orient and remember what head transpired in the
last hour. Then she did something entirely unexpected.
She began to cry. I was now really distressed, it showed
in my expression because she raised her hand up to touch
my face and smiled, giving a little shake of her head.
"No, baby it's okay, I'm just fine, everything is all
right. I just never did that before, pass out from
cumming. And the thing that makes me most proud of you,
is your thoughtfulness and restraint when I asked,
begged, you to fuck me. But you didn't, though I know how
much you must have been tempted and needed to. I don't
know if we should go that far, even though it seems
almost a moot point after all we've done in the last 24
hours."
"But I want to do something special for you too. Kick off
your pants and take off your shirt."
When I had gotten naked as a jay bird mom disposed of her
dress and pealed off her top. She slid over a few feet to
be away from the wet spot on the blanket. "Kneel between
my legs" she directed. She lifted her legs and spread her
thighs, that I might have a totally unobstructed view of
her pussy. I was looking straight down in to her hole,
bright - almost ruby red - from my 'tongue lashing'.
"Here's the target! Lets charge up your weapon and see if
we can make a bullseye!"
With these words mother herself reach into her pussy,
took her vaginal secretions and used them as lubrication
to jack me off. I began to move my hips too. She had my
cock directly aimed at her hole. Clearly she wanted me to
shoot it into the opening. The pressure started to build
as I felt the hot hand of my mother on my dick, and the
cool light breeze tickling the hairs of my ass. My
thrusting became stronger and made the tip get closer and
closer to the entrance of mom's cunt.
"That's it Sweetie. Give it to me at point blank range.
Let me see you cum on my pussy!"
These words drove me to even harder thrusts and now the
tip of my penis was brushing the labia with each stroke.
This was too much for me and set off a chain reaction as
I exploded with pent-up lust and fuck need for my mom.
The strength of the climax drove me to press against her
flesh and as in the morning I felt the hot and soft,
sweet slippery folds begin to encompass me.
Mom's small hand was pressed all the way to the base of
my cock and there was at least three inches of exposed
dick to seek paradise. If I hadn't been kneeling, all
three inches would have penetrated mom's pussy; as it
was, the tip was enclosed completely.
I shot my wad, my nuts bouncing like rubber balls,
creaming right into her vagina. Remembering her tears I
apologized, "I'm sorry mom, I couldn't help it. It was
too exciting and I just couldn't control myself."
"I'm not angry darling, I'm happy that you did it like
that. It was close to real fucking, maybe as close as
we'll ever get, but I wanted it to be real special for
you, to show my appreciation for your gift of "kissing-
where-you-came-from".
"Could you get pregnant from me coming in you?" I asked.
"No, dearest," she assured me, "I had my tubes tied after
both you and your sister passed the age of ten, and that
was years ago."
We gathered our scattered clothing and dressed, but mom
didn't put her underwear back on. So panty-less and
braless, carrying the blanket, while I carted the trash,
my mother followed me back to rental car. It had been the
best picnic for me ever. I had gotten my fill of what I
most desired to eat, my mom.
Chapter 4
Mom and I went to the mall in the late afternoon and did
much of the shopping things that I needed to get set up
for the beginning of school. New sheets, towels, clothes
and the usual school supplies, etc. were gathered.
We grabbed a quick supper at a fast-food burger place and
cracked jokes to each other about meat, sauce, buns, and
anything else with sexual double meanings. We were
laughing so much people began to stare, but we didn't
care, we were having too much fun. We dumped most of the
stuff off at my dorm room where I saw some of the guys I
knew from last year.
Freddie told me about a party at a mutual friend's house
the next night. A lot of the gang that I hung around with
last year were going to be there. I said that I probably
wouldn't be there as it was mom's last night before she
flew back. As we walked to the car to go back to the
motel for the evening, Jack, a good buddy of mine,
motioned me aside.
"Who is that sexy chick you've got with you, Dave? I
don't remember her from last year. Is she a transfer or
from town?"
I smiled and cryptically answered that if I told him
where she was from he wouldn't believe me. Back at the
motel modesty was lost as we stripped down the clothes
that had been worn in all afternoon and evening. Each
took a quick shower and thought nothing now of using the
toilet while the other was in the bathroom at the same
time. We were like an old married couple in the casual
atmosphere of the close, warm familiarity which we now
shared. We the closed the curtains and padded around the
motel room naked.
We ordered some crackers and cheese and several sodas
from room service. Wine would have overpowered us after
the long day it had been. I put on a pair of shorts while
mom stepped into the bathroom and closed the door when
the food arrived. There was not a great deal of
interesting shows on the TV, just reruns and second rate
movies. I had shucked my shorts again when the bellhop
left, so we had our buffet in the buff while flipping
channels.
Finding nothing of real interest on the tube I suggested
we call the desk and see if they could scrounge up a deck
of cards for us. "So we could play strip poker?" My
mother asked. Of course, that set us both off into
uncontrollable fits of giggling.
Finally as we recovered our breath, mom said, "Maybe I
should give you your gift now?" I had no idea what she
had gotten me. The only time we had not been together in
the mall was when she had gone into the drugstore while I
looked at the new CD's in the shop next door. I knew
there was nothing in her bags having seen them open when
we had changed for the picnic.
My mom read my mind. "Oh, it's not from a store. Just
like you wanted to 'kiss where you came from', I want to
'suck the one I suckled'!" Though I wasn't able to see
myself in the mirror, I had no doubt my grin at her words
went from ear to ear. Mom led me to her bed. I lay down
in the middle, but mom made me scooch over more to one
side.
Then, unlike when some of my girl friend went down on me,
instead of getting between my legs, mother moved to
beside me on her hands and knees. At first, she used her
hand to stroke me and get me hard. It didn't take much of
that to make my dong long. Her hand was soft and her
touch delicate as she ran it up and down the shaft.
Occasionally, mom let her fingers do the walking through
my pubic hair and play with my balls. The slight tickling
sensation this produced was very stimulating. I was more
than ready to have my fabulously sexy mother perform
felatio on my cock. "Suck me mom." I said, "Use your
mouth now!"
She granted my request and put her lips on the tip of the
head of my dick. Then, she slowly moved them down over
it, almost as if it were forcing the mouth to open to the
straining pole. She went deep and kept going deeper, all
the way to the base of my penis and held there for a
moment. I could feel the back of her throat with the end
if my dick. I was surprised she didn't gag it was so
deep. She moved higher a little, then she began to suck.
I discovered this side position made her lips glide over
my cock in the same orientation as screwing into a pussy
would. It was a more natural and stimulating angle to my
dick than a straight on approach. So, I closed my eyes
and let myself fantasize about it being my mother's pussy
I was screwing, instead of her lips.
The translation was an easy one to make and drifted off
into a dream-like state of consciousness I have had quite
a few girls perform felatio on my penis, but it was never
as pulse pounding as those fabulous floating moments;
they seemed to stretch out in a timeless extension of
utter sensual contentment. And best of all, it was my mom
doing it, the love object of my whole life!
Her mouth was at once both a ring of energy surrounding
my obelisk of lust, rising and descending in a rhythm
like waves lapping at the beach; and yet a sublime
enveloping softness of velvet, then satin - sliding into
silkiness, the enfolding of pure sensory excitement. It
was an out-of-body moment, save for the supreme member of
my physical self which was being ministered to by the
angel who was my guide to rapture.
Then, I began to slip into the moment of transcendence.
It began without warning and grew exponentially like a
time lapse flower blooming in a few short moments to be
fully revealed. The pulses of my orgasm were like the
klaxon of a fire horn going of in my head.
My loins quivered, my balls were jumping as if there were
bull frogs hopping in them. My back arched, my ass cheeks
clenched, my asshole jerked back into my body and the
fire-hose my mom had in her mouth began to erupt hot
magma of cum. Surges of splurges and spasms rocked me and
I lungs were drawing raggedly for more oxygen as
everything exploded.
I floated down, totally drained of energy, fully
disconnected from any intellect, spent of every speck of
sperm; and filled to the brim with love for this special
woman, my mother, who would give such a spectacular
sucking to her son. She had indeed repaid me for the
afternoon's adventure between her legs.
I motioned for her to kiss me and words were beyond me
still, my breathing still more sobs than panting. She
drew her face up to mine and our mouths met in a mash of
lips and a swirl of tongues. Then my eyes just seemed to
roll back and I passed into a deep sleep, a smile upon my
lips that couldn't fade even in unconsciousness.
Chapter 5
The next morning we snuggled in bed together, a pair of
lovers in no hurry to leave the comfort of the covers or
each other's company. We hugged and kissed and stroked
one another in sweet contentment. Mom was cradled in my
right arm and my left hand explored her curves. I fondled
her nipples making them stiff and erect. Squeezing first
right tit then left I marveled at the soft skin and
spongy texture of a mature woman's breasts. My hand soon
was sliding down to the devil's playground, the triangle
of temptation. mother's pussy was already slick with
excitement.
Mom was not idle. Her torso was slightly turned toward me
permitting her free right arm to make caresses of it's
own. She rubbed softly on my chest in a soothing fashion.
Occasionally, it made s detour southward to flutter over
my blood flooded dick. This was an interesting tease
which the male monster alert but not over-stimulated,
allowing for a lengthy time of tingling without needing
to conclude in climax. Her kiss began to get wetter and
mom's tongue played in and out of my mouth also in a
titillating and suggestive way.
My finger did some walking in her pubic hair, then like a
big comb I fluffed it up, gently pulling at the kinky
strands make mother suck in a gasp now and then. Then,
with just the tip of my middle finger, ever so lightly I
began to massage the slit of her seeping crack. First
from clit to base, reversing at the base and drawing the
moisture on to her nub, then lower and back to the joy
toy of femininity. At the high point were little circles
and the dips went a fraction deeper each stroke. mom's
knees opened to give me full access. She began to draw
sharp breaths and her hand stopped moving coming to a
stationary spot on my member.
As my digit danced in her depths and thumb made merry
strumming mom's clit she broke free of the chains of
passion's spell which had hypnotized her. She sat up and
looked at me with a wild expressing of wanton glee.
mother's hair was flying out at odd angles. Her face was
flushed, nearly the color of her nipples. The eyes
sparkled with mischief promising me that in moments we
would be engaged in another of mom's special surprises.
She paused for effect and the called out the number like
it was the winner at a bingo game. 69 O SHIT!! ~ NOT
ANOTHER
'TO-BE-CONTINUED' STORY!?!
DON'T YOU JUST HATE AUTHORS WHO YOU LOVE WHO DO THAT JUST
WHEN YOU ARE ABOUT TO CUM? I DO.
This story will be finished someday. At the moment I am
involved with several writing projects that are keeping
me from producing a conclusion to two of my story lines
published here. You can learn more about all my new and
future work (and a very personal secret!) by emailing me,
I promise an answer.
May your every fantasy take flight! 8==3~
Oediplex
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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