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Authors name: Oediplex (oediplex@hotmail.com)
Story title : New Years Mom
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NEW YEARS MOM KNEW HER SON (MF, inc, rom, drugs)
by Oediplex (oediplex@hotmail.com)
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January First... the New Year and a new day
6:10 am; why she awoke she was unsure. But, she was
awake and alive and still a bit buzzy from the party
last night. It was two in the morning by the time the
last of the guests had left their house. Quite a
blow-out it had been. There was a sense of revelry
which seemed to push the boundaries of all other
previous New Year parties which they had given.
The kids had been old enough to join in the
festivities and had some of their college friends
over. The multi-generational mix had added a
feeling of rejuvenation for the middle-age group
which had traditionally attended their holiday blasts.
Perhaps it was a spirit of passing the touch to a
younger group of adults as the next era was beginning.
Perhaps it was the passing of the joints brought by
the kids that the older folks were toking like they
were back in school themselves.
Whatever the chemistry of margaritas and
marijuana, wine and weed, gin and joints; there was
a wild, wanton, wicked, wonderful time had by all.
Dancing bordered on seduction, games were played
for little sexual favors, clothing was loose and so
were the morals of some of the guests. The spare
bedroom was locked several times through the evening.
Certain folks shared the bathroom with persons of the
opposite sex, for rather longer than needed for usual
purposes. It had not turned into an orgy, but it was
as close to one as she had ever been.
Yet, as the hostess, she had not had the chance
to sneak even a touchy / feelie with anyone. Save
from a few lingering kisses several of the male guests
gave her upon leaving, she had missed out on the
sneaky fun everyone else seem to be having. Wait
a minute. There was a fuzzy memory of one of her
on's friends copping a feel on her tush at the sink
when she was mixing some more drinks. But the
youth had not followed through.
She wondered if her husband had made
any passes at some of the women last night.
He was a notorious flirt but seldom made any
serious attempt to go any further; at least while
she was around. Last night was a very liberated
occasion though, perhaps he had chanced it.
There was certainly a period where she had lost
track of him for nearly a half an hour. It's not like
he hadn't cheated on her once or twice. Since they
were brief flings, and she and he otherwise had a
great relationship, she had forgiven him. Still, it
had pissed her off each time.
She had thought about getting even but
never found anyone she would want to do it with.
Well, she thought to herself honestly, maybe that
kid last night might have been fun. Yet she wanted
to have sex with someone she was fond of at least,
not a quick roll in the sack with physical gratifica-
tion the only motive. Intimacy was so much better
when coupled with caring. Mutual giving made the
act of love special and sweet and added to the
sensual pleasure. It was heightened by a sense of
trusting each other, you and your partner's intimately
sharing of deepest self.
She arose and slipped on a light robe over
her nude form. She was still trim in her petite
figure. Her breast sagged only a little and her
tummy was kept tight with exercise. She might
have passed for one of the college kids if she
colored the start of gray out of her hair and you
didn't look too close at the laugh lines around her
eyes and mouth. She'd be damned if she would
call them crows feet. A couple of tennis games
a week gave her bottom a firm feel and her legs
an athletic muscle tone. She bet that the kid from
last night enjoyed squeezing her buns.
She descended the stairs to the kitchen for a
Screwdriver to stave off a hangover, but discovered
there was no more orange-juice left. However she
found half a fat joint in one of the ashtrays, brought
in from the perfunctory clean up effort at the end of
the party. 'COOL!' She thought to herself, I haven't
had a chance to get decently stoned in nearly five
years. She had been a hippie in younger days, pro
tested the Vietnam War, gone to Woodstock, cheered
Nixon's resignation and smoke a lot of pot in her
youth.
That had changed with work and marriage
and kids. She didn't resent the moving on into the
mature roles that responsibilities required of her.
But she did miss the freedom of times gone bye,
now and then. She went out to the deck in the back
of the house. No one up, no one to see, everything
cool; she lit the marijuana and sat in a lounge chair
as she sucked in the first toke. The peaceful mild
morning of a warm Florida winter's day was quiet
save for bird song.
It seemed to her the idea setting for a retreat
from all the concerns and duties being a grown up had.
The grass was powerful, or maybe it had been so long
since she had smoke some. In any case it was begin
- to make her nice and high. Only one problem,
she got horny when she got high. She reached between
her legs and started to finger herself. In an instant she
was wet. She took another toke. Maybe she should go
back upstairs and see if her husband could get it up.
Probably not, after last night's booze and maybe a babe
in the spare room. He had been snoring one of those
'dead-until-noon', sleep it off, log-sawing sounds when
she had left the bedroom.
Well, there was always her trusty dildo. She had
another hit of reefer and felt really mellow. "I wish
that fresh freshman was around this morning." She said
out loud. "Maybe he was a sophisticated sophomore who
could sock it to me." she mused. "Or an 'up-her-class
man' who would put it up me, with a 'magnum cum
loud'!" she began to giggle. Giddiness was another
effect that "happy-hemp' had on her.
She inhaled deeply the smoke once more and held it
in like an old pro. The analgesic properties of the
euphoric drug made it easier by now to do that.
She felt a rush, it seemed to go in both directions
from her lungs. Straight to her head making a dizzy
swimming, and straight to her cunt making a hot
tingling. This was premo! She got up from the chair
she had been sitting on. "Getting the munchies!
Let's raid the kitchen!" she shouted out the charge,
as she floated on a grand buzz toward the refrigera-
tor.
"Morning. Mom." A voice started her, she
spun to see her six-two son towering a head above
her in the kitchen doorway. The motion made her
head spin too. He also was in a robe, the silk one
they had given him for that Christmas.
"Hi! Kiddo!" she smiled and raised her hand
with the smoking evidence of her morning good mood.
"Have a toke?"
"All right! Ma!" he said and accepted the offered
joint, taking a deep hit and gulped to hold it in.
"Did you have a good time last night, sweetie?"
she queried him.
He nodded vigorously to indicate that it had been an
excellent time. "Did you get laid?" Where did that
come from, she wondered? The dope had dissolved
her discretion if not her inhibitions. Well, hell he's
a big boy now, he can tell his mother if he got lucky
last night.
At the question though, her son had spasmed
out the smoke, startled by the unexpected query from
his mother of all people. "Ah, no ... actually my date
got sick from drinking too much and I drove her home
early. But I got back for the last few hours of the
party and it was a swell shindig, mom. How about
you? You and dad welcome in the new millennium
by making love?" He took another hit and passed
the joint back to her.
She shook her head no as she drew smoke
into her lungs and said in the strained voice one
uses to hold your breath and talk at the same time,
"Your dad might have poked somebody, I'm not sure;
but I haven't been screwed by him or any body in two
weeks," She exhaled. "GOD! I'm so horny right now
I'd fuck that friend of yours who felt up my ass last
night, if he were here right now. Do you have his
number? ... No just kidding, I wouldn't call him.
But honestly, I could use a good lay.
Maybe when your father gets up this afternoon
I can tear him away from the TV and football to ball
him." Then another thing that grass did to her
happened. She started to cry.
"Mom, What's wrong? Don't cry," her son tried to
comfort her. He took the joint and snubbed it out in
an ashtray then took her in his arms and hugged her.
"It's going to be OK. Are you sad because you think
dad cheated on you again?"
"No, I'm not positive that he did. But that's
not why I'm crying. I'm only human. I'm only forty
two, and I'm frustrated as hell! I need sex like
everybody else and the man I'm married to can't
find enough time or interest to satisfy me and I don't
want to have some cheap affair and I have a dildo but
it's a poor substitute for a real cock and that
marijuana made me so hot and horny that I'm telling
my own son things I shouldn't be saying and asking
him about his sex life that's none of my business and
.." her uncontrolled babbling was abruptly ended
with a kiss on her lips from her son.
But he didn't stop with that one kiss, the next was
more passionate. The next was passionate and longer.
The third was hot and when he slipped his tongue in
between her lips she involuntarily opened he mouth to
let it slip further. Then she found herself responding to
the kissing with her own tongue and hugging him close
with her arms around his waist as he pressed her
compact figure to his solid frame holding her on her
back so that her breasts were firmly mashed against
his chest.
She had known that her handsome son had grownup to
be a stud, a beefcake, masculine and obviously virile
when he walked around the house in his jockey shorts
in the morning, his erection often conspicuous. She
had never scolded him because secretly she got a kick
out of seeing how big and sexy her baby had grown. His
sister stopped bitching about it a couple of years ago
when they were both finally of college age. She
wondered if her daughter had gotten over being
embarrassed by the exhibitionism of his masculinity
because she too came to appreciate the opportunity to
have a good-looking brother parading around with a
Playgirl centerfold body on display.
Now that morning erection was pressing tight to her
tummy and doing things to her head in ways that a
mother shouldn't think about her own son. "We ought
not to ... Please, Honey I didn't mean that we...
Sweetie, stop I'm your mother, its to dangerous
... oooh uhh!" her words changed to moans as his
hands moved to her behind and with a slight lifting
motion brought her to her toes as he bent his knees
a little so the rock hard rod between them stroked
once over her mound.
Then he returned his left hand to the small of her
back. This gave her the opportunity to lean back
somewhat away from his chest but this was the very
thing he had counted on. She felt his warm large
right hand part the front of her robe to cup her
naked tit and stroke the nipple with his thumb.
His head bent again to kiss her. Her nipple was
erect with the stimulation it was receiving. She
was practically dripping between her legs and
even the rosette of her asshole felt excited.
Her son's hand left her breast, but rather than
move over to the other he tugged on the cord of her
robe so that the sash loosened and came untied.
Now he could see that she wore only the open robe,
her pussy hair was a reddish brown triangle and the
strawberries of her nipples played peek-a-boo from the
sides of her robe. Then her son reach down to open
his own robe. It too, was all that he wore. She
found herself starring straight down at an eight inch
pillar of male flesh with veins along the side. A
mushroom head of an awesome purple shade glistened
with precum seeping from the open hole in the tip.
She felt him slip his hands and arms inside her
gown to draw mother and man-child in a full frontal
nudity embrace. It was a moment so erotic and power-
ful that she knew then she had lost what ever will
she ever had to resist his advances from then on.
For here it was, here he was, someone which she
did cared about, who would share a love special
and sweet and sensual, she trusted him and they
knew each other in an intimate way that was leading
to physical intimacy also. The physical union was
united by a spiritual one and soon his heighten
pleasure would be in her deepest self.
Her head bent slightly to be at the perfect angle
to suck his nipples. His look of surprise and the
delight told her that this was a new thing which she
was teaching him. Her mothering in teaching him
about the finer points of carnal thrills made all the
keener her desire to have him as a lover. The son
she bore was soon to reenter the womb and complete
the cycle of life. The two robes fell the floor
leaving the pair unrestricted in their exploration
of each others bodies. Her head was drawn up for
kisses by his gentle hands.
He kissed her forehead, then her eyes, cheeks,
lips; and open mouth kiss followed, their tongues
danced together. He kissed down her neck on one
side and moved, kiss by kiss, to the opposite
shoulder, then lower and over and lower like a
falling leaf, until at last his worshipping mouth
drew in the aching nipple of her left breast. Some
minutes later that one grew almost too sensitive for
further administrations, the kissing proceeded to
trail over to the right side until that point too
had all that it could stand.
She trembled as his kisses continued their
downward journey to her tummy, to her mons,
tickling the hair, to her hidden pink pearl and there
he suddenly broke off. It left her in confusion.
Surely it was not the end? He wouldn't leave her
hanging, tease her knowing of her desires, after
hearing her confession of frustration, wouldn't
bring her to such an exquisite anticipation of
rapture, of his naked body blending with the
revelation of her needy nudity, and abruptly abandon
her. Then she was in his strong, powerful arms
being carried into the living room. The living room,
how delicious she thought, I'll never be in this room
again without thinking of this moment.
The drug seemed now to have been over shadowed
by the heat of her lust, as her son set her down on
the broad easy chair next to the grandfather clock.
As her son knelt and began to once more lick her clit,
the clock stuck the hour of seven. Could this really
have taken place in less than an hour since she had
awaken? Wasn't time supposed to stand still for
moments like these? It was the cusp of eternity,
it was . . .
She exploded. The cum was so unexpected and
intense that she thought at first a bomb had gone off
with the clanging of the clock. When she was able
to gather her wits, her son was still licking at her
crotch. His long tongue probing her hole, the spit
and pussy juices trickled/tickled down her crack.
The chair is going to have a hell of a wet spot today
she thought and giggled. 'Oh, Goodie!' she thought
to herself, still stoned and ready as I'll ever be
for the best fuck of my life. She looked into the
eyes of her son who had raised his head at her
laughter. "Do it, Babe! Screw mommy, fuck me hard
and long and strong. I need you now!"
He slid her hips down several inches to adjust
for a better angle of penetration. His knob at the
end of a eight inch pole pointed at her pussy was
purple red with readiness. Each of them focused on
the electric moment of contact as pulsing pillar plied
the center of her sensuality. She could see it
nudged aside the folds of her labia and felt the heat
of hot blood which was contrasted by the slight
coolness of her juices evaporating in steamy lust.
The head of her son's dick pushed in with gentle
insistence, in, in ... parting the curtain of conven-
tion, violating the veil of sacred vows, peaking
through the drapes of depravity, tenderly shedding
the tissue of civilization which kept sexual animal
aggression in check. It must be the grass making
her think in those extended philosophical terms.
The truth was, it was like losing her virginity, only
this time the was no hymen to be torn; only the
ripping away of the inhibitions which had kept her
long secret lust from seducing the handsome hunk
her son had become.
He had nearly the full bulb of the tip in, such a
delicious tease of anticipation of things to cum! He
withdrew slightly, drawing down a coating of lubri-
cant, then thrust forward at a deliberately gradual
rate. Wants to make the moment of first penetration
into mommy last as long as possible, she thought to
herself. Then a slight retreat was followed by a
progression of four inches, back two, in three, out
one then ... all the way! She closed her eyes for
the exquisite exhilaration, transported by the feeling
of complete penetration of a hard, hot, silky, veined,
thick, long, all man, all hers, cock!
Stoned and fucking, fucking someone who loved her
and cared for her and desired her pleasure above his own.
It didn't get any better. She would make sure this lover
came back for more, he would find that she gave as good
as she got. Her son began to move in long slow
strokes. Christ! He knew how to fuck a woman right!
His hairy balls swung and swayed, beating against her
bottom and sometimes delightfully hitting just right
and tickling her asshole. The tip of his dick was
almost to the furthest depths of her vagina and it's
flair strummed her cunt walls like the bow of a violin.
She couldn't help but begin to make little moaning
sounds now. "Mm, Oh! Ooh ... Mmnnah, yes, yeah!
That's the way, baby! Oh, Yes! Fuck me! Fuck Mommy,
" she encouraged him as her passion ballooned and his
pace increased. "Yes! Make mommy cum, I'm going to
cum for you honey!! Come on, baby, cum in mommy!
He began to slam his huge cock in her, pounding so
that flesh slapped together in that ancient rhythm
of nearing climax, a beat which grew faster by the
minute. He grunted, "Yus, ahh... yah, gonna fuck
you hard ma!, I'm gonna give it to you deep, all my
cum, all my love, all the way in you!! I'm almost
there . . . cum with me mom, cum with me mommy!
" The last cry nearly in tears, as he was gripped with
fierce emotions in the release of the pent up lust he
too had harbored for his sexy mother.
She was now on the verge. She called to him to
finish the great coupling; their grand and glorious
union of body and spirit, the incestuous melding of
souls in sin without guilt, the linking of two bodies
into one physical pinnacle of pleasure together.
"O! God, yes honey, give your mommy what we
need to make us cum!" She felt him hit bottom
with her urging of his conquest of her. The spongy
tip began to strike the mouth of her cervix. It was
the trigger. As her son's penis plowed time and again,
connecting with the very womb of his conception, her
release arrived in a overwhelming crescendo of pure
bodily ecstasy.
She spasmed and contracted and thrust and shook
and twitched, all involuntarily in the biggest orgasm
of her life. She felt her pussy flutter and her
asshole wink three times at least. Her nipples were
as hard as pebbles and as sensitive as a seismograph
her clit throbbed and seemed to ring in her ears the
song of its hallelujah. Through the whole explosion
of rocketing to paradise, her stallion stud had stead
fastly continued to pump pleasure to his mare.
But now he was no longer able to hold back the
tidal wave of his boiling needs and began spewing
massive squirts of cum right into the opening of her
cervix,drenching her womb with his sperm. Her own son
was spilling his seed into the heart of her sex, the most
sacred place of her inner carnal self. The very crazy
wickedness of such a wild and wanton deed they were
performing together inspired her to another huge, earth
rumbling cumming. Cumming with her son was the final
act of total liberation.
She was at last free from tension, unchained from
the old ways of restricted thinking, and she was able
to leave the bitterness of her husband's infidelities
and inadequacies behind. She still loved him, but
now something, no, someone new had been added into
the matrix if her existence. She had known him all
her life, but now they could truly know each other
on a new and higher plane. As adults and as lovers.
Her son was the one she had needed all along, and he
obviously wanted to share the pleasure of her company
too. In the most intimate way, as he had shown so
magnificently.
It was a new year and a new day; a fresh start to
her living... and... 'Oh, Goodie!' she thought, ass
he looked down and saw her son had a new erection!
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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.
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